Chapter 122: Chapter 122

Chapter 122: Invitation to Witness the God-Slaying Feat

Seeing Sun Wang fall silent, Sword Sect Master Lei Yunxiao finally let out a breath of relief.

He had truly feared that Sun Wang might recklessly provoke Ye Wushang, turning the Ye Clan and the Haoran Sword Sect into sworn enemies.

But clearly, Sun Wang wasn’t a brainless fool. He could scheme against Ye Wushang, but once he realized Ye Wushang’s terrifying strength, he knew when to retreat.

“Haha, Patriarch Ye, you are truly magnanimous. I do have a small request though it may be presumptuous. I wonder if you would consider it?”

Ye Wushang turned to look at him, a curious glint in his eyes.

The others also looked on in surprise, unsure of what Lei Yunxiao was up to.

“Speak freely, Sect Master Lei,” Ye Wushang replied calmly.

Lei Yunxiao didn’t mind his tone. He gazed admiringly at Ye Zifeng, full of praise.

“I wish to take your son, Ye Zifeng, as my disciple. I believe I have some modest accomplishments in the way of the sword and could guide him well.”

His words weren’t empty. If Sun Wang was a prodigy of the past two centuries, then Lei Yunxiao was the prodigy of the century before.

To reach the Seventh Heaven of the Emperor Realm within a hundred years his strength spoke for itself.

After all, the Haoran Sword Sect was a sacred land of swordsmanship. To be recognized and appointed as its sect master was no small feat.

For Ye Zifeng to catch his eye, his talent must truly be extraordinary.

But before Ye Wushang could respond, a group of elders from the Haoran Sword Sect immediately glared at Lei Yunxiao.

Ye Zifeng was barely twenty, yet he had already comprehended the first layer of sword intent. His talent was undeniable.

His dedication to cultivation was well known throughout the sect.

Many elders had already planned to take him as a disciple after the tournament ended.

Now that Lei Yunxiao had jumped ahead, how could they not be furious?

Anyone with eyes could see that although Sun Xinhao had taken first place in the tournament, in terms of talent, comprehension, and age, Ye Zifeng clearly surpassed him.

Even Zhang Jianzong was stronger than Sun Xinhao and he was over two years younger.

“Sect Master, I must disagree. In terms of sword talent, I am not inferior to anyone of my level. I am but one step away from the Deification Realm. It is only fitting that I take him as my disciple!”

An elder at the peak of the Emperor Realm spoke up, bluntly trying to claim Ye Zifeng.

“Elder Zhang speaks truly. The Sect Master is burdened with countless responsibilities. Teaching the younger generation should be left to us.”

Lei Yunxiao cursed inwardly.

Since when does a sect master need to handle mundane affairs?

Typically, he only needed to appear for major events. The rest of the time, he was free to cultivate.

Just like Ye Wushang he rarely involved himself in the day-to-day matters of the Ye Clan. Only when something major arose would the Four Elders consult him.

Lei Yunxiao was about to speak again when a voice echoed from the heavens.

“No need to argue. This young man, I’ll take him.”

The crowd instantly fell silent. Though many were displeased, none dared to object.

They all knew who had spoken.

One of the pillars of the Haoran Sword Sect, a young yet fully perfected Deification-level powerhouse.

When he spoke, everyone shut up.

This Deification-level cultivator had the potential to break through to the Divine Realm.

If he succeeded, the Haoran Sword Sect’s status would soar tenfold.

“Patriarch Ye, what do you say?”

Seeing no objections, the Deification-level expert turned to Ye Wushang.

Ye Wushang didn’t oppose it. Judging by the man’s aura, his sword intent had reached the peak of the ninth layer. Once he broke through to the tenth layer and achieved perfection, his chances of forming a divine core and entering the Divine Realm were nearly guaranteed.

With such a figure guiding his son, how could Ye Wushang refuse?

“For such a senior to favor my son it is his honor. I would never object.”

“Good. Ye Zifeng, once the tournament ends, come to the rear mountain and formally become my disciple.”

With that, the man’s aura vanished.

Lei Yunxiao and the elders looked at Ye Zifeng with regret but said no more.

As the tournament concluded, the storm settled.

Ye Wushang prepared to spend a few days at the foot of the mountain with his wife and children before departing.

Just then, a middle-aged man approached from the side.

“Patriarch of the Canglan Ye Clan, please wait!”

Ye Wushang paused, curious.

The prefix “Canglan” before his name meant the man also bore the surname Ye added to distinguish their lineage.

“Is there something you need?” Ye Wushang asked bluntly, getting straight to the point.

The man smiled faintly. “I am Ye Xiuyun, from the Ye Clan of the Eight Desolate Domain. I wonder if Patriarch Ye has heard of us?”

At those words, Ye Wushang’s eyes narrowed as he studied the man with surprise.

He hadn’t heard of the Eight Desolate Ye Clan in the past, but ever since Ye Zhen’s return, he had learned a bit.

The Ye Clan of the Eight Desolate Domain had grown immensely powerful especially in the last century, with signs of becoming one of the domain’s dominant forces.

By rights, the Eight Desolate Domain was far from the Canglan Domain, and the two Ye Clans should have had no connection.

But in truth, they did.

Over a thousand years ago, when the original Ye Clan fractured, Ye Zhen’s father had led a group away, and the clan collapsed.

Yet the Eight Desolate Ye Clan and the original Ye Clan shared the same roots.

The founders of both clans were blood brothers born of the same mother, both exceptionally gifted.

But they couldn’t see eye to eye. Neither would yield. In the end, Ye Zhen’s line inherited the patriarchal seat, while the other brother refused to accept it and led many clansmen to the Eight Desolate Domain to establish a new Ye Clan.

For a time, the two Ye Clans coexisted peacefully, often exchanging disciples.

But a thousand years ago, for reasons unknown, the original Ye Clan provoked a Deification-level demon, who came seeking vengeance.

The clan was annihilated.

Upon hearing of his brother’s death, the founder of the Eight Desolate Ye Clan flew into a rage and sacrificed himself to seal the demon.

Though the brothers had competed fiercely, their bond ran deep.

Even so, the original Ye Clan was wiped out, and the Eight Desolate Ye Clan took in many of the survivors.

Ye Zhen had once told Ye Wushang that he’d met the clan leader of the Eight Desolate Ye Clan, who had offered to take them in.

But Ye Zhen refused. That land was the only memory left by his father and brother—he wouldn’t abandon it.

Since then, the two clans had lost contact. Ye Zhen had only mentioned it once in passing.

Ye Wushang hadn’t thought much of it until now.

“I’ve heard a little,” Ye Wushang said. “So, Brother Ye, what brings you here?”

Ye Xiuyun didn’t waste words.

“I believe Senior Ye Zhen told you about the destruction of the original Ye Clan. I’ve come on behalf of our clan leader to invite you to the Eight Desolate Ye Clan to witness the slaying of a god.”

Ye Wushang’s eyes widened. “Slaying a god?”

Ye Xiuyun nodded. “Indeed. Though that demon was sealed, he managed to open a rift to the Demon Realm within the seal, drawing in demonic energy.

Over the past thousand years, he has cultivated using the blood and flesh of the Ye Clan and the demonic energy. He has now become a Divine Realm demon cultivator.

The formation left by our ancestor can no longer contain him. Our clan leader plans to release and kill him—and wishes to invite you to witness it. After all, he is our shared enemy.”

Even Ye Wushang was stunned by this, clicking his tongue in disbelief.

To think the Eight Desolate Ye Clan has reached the point of slaying a god their strength must be terrifying.

Still, he was eager to witness such a feat.

“When does your clan leader plan to begin?”

Ye Xiuyun smiled. “Five years from now, on the Mid-Autumn Festival. We hope you’ll honor us with your presence.”

Ye Wushang nodded. “I’ll be there.”

“Then I shall await your arrival in the Eight Desolate Domain.”

With that, Ye Xiuyun took his leave.

“Dear, the Eight Desolate Ye Clan’s intentions aren’t pure,” Yue Rushuang said coldly. As the matriarch of the Ye Clan, she saw through their motives at a glance.

Two branches of the family hadn’t contacted each other in over a millennium; there had to be something behind this.

Ye Wushang nodded. “Indeed. I suspect they want to use this god-slaying event to suppress our momentum and absorb our branch into theirs.”

“Then why go?” his children asked, puzzled.

Ye Wushang smiled confidently. “They want to devour us but I want to devour them. Do they have the teeth for it?”

“Besides, I’ve never seen a Divine Realm demon. This is a rare opportunity.”

“I want to see what a thousand years of development has given them. From what I know, they haven’t produced a single Divine Realm cultivator yet.”

“That settles it. We’ll return to the clan, and I’ll take Zilan with me when the time comes.”

With that, Ye Wushang made his decision.

Later, they returned to the inn.

News of Ye Wushang slaying two demon emperors had set the entire Tianluo Daozhou ablaze.

Everywhere, people were talking about it. Ye Wushang estimated that the buzz wouldn’t die down for at least a year or two.

But Ye Zhiren and the others walked with their heads held high, wearing expressions that screamed, That’s my father!

Ye Wushang, Yue Rushuang, and Zhao Qingge could only shake their heads, laughing helplessly.