Chapter 128: Chapter 128

Chapter 128: Ye Zilan’s Spring Has Come

Ye Wushang stayed in the Ye clan of the Eight Desolate Domain for several days, fully sensing the clan’s immense strength.

Yet he noticed the elders accompanying him seemed faintly dissatisfied almost as if they wished him gone sooner.

At first he was puzzled, but soon guessed the reason.

The clan’s spiritual energy was too rich, and his presence consumed too much of it, burdening them beyond their limits.

He did not explain, instead feigning ignorance.

His mind was set: unless Ye Wanqiu emerged from seclusion, he would not leave.

Since the elders already showed hostility, he had no intention of giving them face.

One day, while passing the martial hall, Ye Wushang heard this and stopped.

Ahead, a young woman blocked Ye Zilan’s path, flanked by several Ye clan disciples.

She was strikingly beautiful, aura commanding though not as overwhelming as Ye Wanqiu, she bore a similar grace.

Ye Wushang knew her identity.

Ye Wanqiu had a younger sister who married within the clan, producing a daughter this very woman.

Her talent was extraordinary, nurtured personally by Ye Wanqiu.

Rumor said that since Wanqiu had no children, this girl might inherit her mantle as the next clan head.

Even Ye Wushang’s system had flagged her as a potential marriage candidate.

Through the Eye of Fate, he had seen her destiny:

[Ye Qing’er: Purple Mansion, First Heaven. Fortune: Violet. Aptitude: Supreme. Talents: Divine Vein Body, Heart of Condensed Blood. Overall Evaluation: Top-tier Prodigy!]

Such talent was rare enough to elevate a clan to new heights.

But Ye Zilan’s fame had already spread, echoing his father’s legend.

This stirred jealousy among the clan’s so-called prodigies.

Challenges came daily, and Zilan defeated them all.

Now Ye Qing’er, freshly advanced, sought him out.

Zilan answered calmly:

“I heard your father and my aunt set a fifty-year pact. Though I doubt he can defeat her, I admire his courage. I wish to test you to see how much of his strength you’ve inherited.”

Zilan frowned. Endless challenges bored him.

“I have no interest.”

Qing’er’s brows arched.

“What, are you afraid? Perhaps fifty years hence, your father will also cower. Truly, none can defeat my aunt.”

Though he knew she sought to provoke him, anger stirred.

“You want a battle? Then I’ll grant it. Insult my father again, and you’ll regret it for life.”

Their gazes clashed. Qing’er felt a chill his eyes were unlike any she had faced.

“Then prove you can withstand me!”

Her blade surged with second-layer sword intent, sealing his retreat.

The clan disciples straightened proudly, awaiting Zilan’s defeat.

But Zilan remained unmoved.

Raised among sword masters, he knew the art intimately. His mother was a true sword sovereign, her sword intent at the seventh layer. His younger brother had already reached the third-layer peak.

Compared to them, Qing’er’s sword was shallow.

Choosing sword cultivation doomed her to defeat.

“Overestimating yourself.”

His fist erupted, shattering her strike at its flaw.

He pressed forward, crushing her second sword, his fist wind roaring toward her face.

She closed her eyes in despair.

Opening them, she saw he had stopped.

Here, in the Ye clan, he would not cripple their foremost youth.

Relief washed over her. That punch could have destroyed her.

Around them, disciples gaped.

Three punches Ye Qing’er defeated.

Even hidden elders were shaken. His talent was terrifying.

Zilan glanced at her coldly, then walked away.

But curiosity stirred in Qing’er’s heart.

“Wait! How did you see the flaw in my sword?”

“With my eyes,” he replied casually.

She stamped her foot, then followed.

“Zilan, stop! You haven’t answered me properly!”

Watching, Ye Wushang smiled.

Perhaps my son’s springtime has come.

He knew well when a woman grows curious about a man, her heart is not far from surrender.

And Zilan’s charm was undeniable. Raised under Yue Rushuang’s strict guidance, he was a worthy heir.

Even great clans had tried to pair daughters with him, but he showed no interest.

With time, Qing’er would surely win.

“Forgive her temper, Wushang,” came a voice.

Ye Wanqiu had arrived.

“She’s straightforward, not pretentious a good girl.”

Wanqiu smiled faintly.

“She is my pride. Though spoiled, she will learn. Zilan has shown her the gap between herself and true prodigies.”

Her gaze turned to Zilan.

“Your son is extraordinary. He will achieve greatness.”

Wushang laughed proudly.

“Of course. My son will never be lacking.”

Wanqiu studied him, then said:

“Wushang, our duel in fifty years let us add a wager.”

“If I win, your clan merges into mine, and Zilan marries Qing’er as son-in-law. He will be the next clan head.”

“If I lose, my clan merges into yours, Qing’er marries Zilan, and I provide a lavish dowry. Do you dare?”

Her eyes challenged him.

Wushang’s gaze sharpened.

“You’re so certain you’ll defeat me?”

Wanqiu’s aura flared with supreme confidence.

“In equal realms, none are my match. Not even you.”

Wushang’s eyes narrowed.

“Very well. I agree. But I add one condition.”

His gaze locked on her, possessive and unyielding.

“If you lose you must marry me.”

Wanqiu’s fury erupted, divine pressure surging.

But Wushang stood firm, unshaken.

“What, are you afraid?”

“Fine. But if you lose, you’ll learn the price of insulting me.”

“One word, one bond.”

Their eyes clashed, her heart rippling for the first time in centuries.

She turned away, flustered.

“Clan matters await. If you have none, leave.”

Wushang only smiled confidently.

“Wanqiu, I will marry you.”

Her steps faltered, body stiffening for an instant, before she vanished.

That day, Wushang departed with Zilan, returning to the Canglan Domain.

Zilan, learning his father had “sold” him, was speechless but not resentful. He shared his father’s confidence.

Soon, news spread: Wanqiu had slain a God-realm demon.

A Sealed God seventh heaven, empowered to half-step God, killing a God-realm as if slaughtering a dog.

Compared to this, Wushang’s feat of slaying a Sovereign at King’s realm seemed less impossible.

The age of great contention was truly filled with monsters.

First Wushang, then Wanqiu.

And beyond Tianluo Daozhou, who knew what other prodigies awaited?

But Wushang cared little.

He now awaited the births of Sikong Mingyue, Su Xiaoxiao, and Xia Zixuan’s children eager for the rewards their arrival would bring.