Everyone was stunned!
Not a single member of the Ye Family had expected the Eighth Elder to be instantly killed by Ye Xuan with a single punch.
The younger generation of the Ye Family looked at Ye Xuan with an added touch of worship in their eyes.
After a brief moment of shock, some of the older generation snapped back to reality and collapsed to the ground in sheer despair.
“It’s over.
We’re completely finished now.
Fang Shaohan died here, and the Eighth Elder died here too.
Our Ye Family will definitely die a graveless death!”
“That’s right!
The heavens are dooming our Ye Family!”
The death of the Eighth Elder did not put the older generation at ease; instead, their hearts grew even heavier.
The situation was escalating out of control.
If the Fang Family found out, it would undoubtedly result in a blood feud to the bitter end.
In their minds, the Fang Family was the heavens.
And how could anyone defy the heavens?
Therefore, even though Ye Xuan had displayed such astonishing combat prowess, they still did not believe in him.
“Uncles, if I were you, I wouldn’t just stand there dazing off.
I would hurry up and clean the scene,” Ye Xuan’s calm voice suddenly rang out.
As soon as he spoke, several streaks of golden Spiritual Qi shot out, instantly draining the life from Fang Shaohan’s remaining lackeys.
Since he had already made his move, he couldn’t let a single outsider live.
Ye Xuan’s words prompted Ye Zeyun to be the first to calm down.
With a dark expression, he commanded his clansmen, “Everyone, clean up the scene immediately.
Furthermore, guard the gates!
No outsiders are allowed in.
Send a few people out to gather information and keep a close eye on the Fang Family’s movements.”
Only after the Patriarch spoke did the Ye Family finally spring into action.
The shattered tables and chairs, along with the bloodstains in the room, were meticulously cleaned up.
The scene no longer bore any signs of a struggle, yet every Ye Family member’s heart remained clouded in gloom, terrified that they had missed a crucial detail.
“Dad, will the Fang Family find out about this?
Do you think they already know that Fang Shaohan is dead?”
“Yeah, Grandpa.
Are we ultimately going to die?
I don’t want to die.
I don’t even know if agreeing with Ye Xuan’s actions was right or wrong.”
“Why don’t we pack our things and leave Hongtu Town now, while the Fang Family hasn’t noticed anything yet?
The Kingdom is so vast; we can just move somewhere else and start over.”
Ye Zeyun remained silent.
Some decisions were simply not easy to make.
If they fled now, it would be tantamount to exposing themselves, as the Fang Family might already know of Fang Shaohan’s death!
But if they didn’t flee, he, like every other Ye Family member, would be on edge, dreading that the Fang Family would uncover the slightest clue.
“Hm?
Where’s Ye Xuan?
I haven’t seen him since just now,” Ye Zeyun suddenly asked, noticing Ye Xuan’s absence.
“He carried Uncle Yizhou back to his room.”
“He left us to clean up the mess while he slipped away?
Dad, you don’t think that kid chose to secretly run away, do you?
Quick, go see if he’s still in his room!”
Ye Zeyun waved his hand.
“No need.
I’ll go find him myself.”
Ye Xuan had been missing for thirteen years, yet upon his return, his cultivation had miraculously broken through to the Strong Spirit Realm.
Ye Zeyun had many questions in his heart that he needed to ask face-to-face.
He wondered if Ye Xuan’s ruthlessly decisive actions stemmed from some kind of hidden backing—for instance, if he had a powerful master.
“Dad, I’ll go too.”
Meanwhile, in Ye Xuan’s room.
Ye Xuan was currently healing Ye Yizhou’s injuries.
Soon, Ye Yizhou woke up, letting out a sharp gasp the moment he regained consciousness.
“Xuan’Er…
Oh no, hurry and save your sister!”
“Dad, I’m fine.”
Ye Yizhou said in surprise, “Ling’Er, you’re fine.
Don’t tell me Young Master Fang didn’t do anything to…”
“Dad…” Ye Ling’Er gritted her teeth, still feeling a lingering fear when she recalled what had just happened.
Standing to the side, Ye Xuan patted Ye Ling’Er’s head and took the initiative to say, “I killed Fang Shaohan.”
“What!” Ye Yizhou jumped up from the bed in shock.
He even suspected that he had misheard!
“Xuan’Er, what…
what did you say?”
“I said, I killed Fang Shaohan.”
“Xuan’Er, you…”
Ye Yizhou’s expression instantly became incredibly complicated.
Who was Fang Shaohan?
He was the local tyrant of Hongtu Town!
Who would dare provoke him?!
Ye Xuan’s expression remained calm as he added, “Not only did I kill him, but I also killed the Eighth Elder of the Fang Family who rushed over shortly after.”
“You killed the Eighth Elder?
Xuan’Er, you must be joking.
That’s simply impossible.
Alright, be serious.” Ye Yizhou shook his head, assuming Ye Xuan was pulling his leg.
The Eighth Elder was terrifyingly powerful.
How could Ye Xuan possibly kill him?
Just as Ye Xuan was about to explain, Ye Zeyun’s voice came from outside the door.
“Ye Xuan, may I come in?”
Before Ye Xuan could even answer, Ye Zeyun and a few other elders pushed the door open and walked in.
“Yizhou, you’re awake.”
“Dad, Brother, you came in person to see me…
I’m fine, it’s just a minor injury.” Ye Yizhou thought that Ye Zeyun and the others were here to check on him.
“I didn’t come specifically to see you; it was just on the way.
I have some things I want to ask Ye Xuan,” Ye Zeyun said, scrutinizing Ye Xuan closely as if trying to see right through his very soul.
He then asked, “Ye Xuan, exactly what level is your cultivation?”
Ye Xuan did not speak.
Instead, he used his Divine Sense to inspect his own body.
Within him, there were sixteen faintly glowing Hidden Veins.
Nine of them were solitary Hidden Veins, while the other seven were looping Twin Veins.
These Hidden Veins acted as bridges, connecting his physical body to his Dantian.
The human body was like a treasure trove, and its hidden meridians were as numerous as the stars in the night sky.
The process of a Cultivator’s training was the continuous exploration of the human body and the unlocking of these hidden meridians.
The Mortal Spirit Realm involved unlocking nine solitary Hidden Veins within the body, including the Ren and Du Meridians commonly spoken of by ordinary people.
The Strong Spirit Realm, on the other hand, involved unlocking nine Twin Veins.
This meant that Ye Xuan’s cultivation was already at the 7th Layer of the Strong Spirit Realm.
After his ancestor activated his True Dragon Bloodline and awakened his War Dragon Soul, his cultivation was directly elevated to the 7th Layer of the Strong Spirit Realm.
This was the exact reason why he was able to instantly kill the Eighth Elder.
The Eighth Elder had merely been at the 4th Layer of the Strong Spirit Realm.
The three-layer disparity in cultivation was more than enough for Ye Xuan to obliterate him with a single wave of his hand.
“The 7th Layer of the Strong Spirit Realm,” Ye Xuan answered honestly.
“What?!
The 7th Layer of the Strong Spirit Realm!”
“He’s actually that strong!”
The Ye Family members were all utterly astonished.
This included Ye Yizhou, who stood to the side, though he clearly didn’t believe it.
He sighed inwardly, wondering why his son had grown so fond of bragging after not seeing him for thirteen years.
Just a moment ago, he was boasting about killing Fang Shaohan and the Eighth Elder, and now he was boasting about being at the 7th Layer of the Strong Spirit Realm.
“Xuan’Er, this joke is a bit…” Ye Yizhou was about to say that the joke was going too far and that this wasn’t the time for jests, but before he could finish, Ye Zeyun spoke up again.
“The 7th Layer of the Strong Spirit Realm.
No wonder you could instantly kill the Eighth Elder.”
This simple sentence left Ye Yizhou completely dumbfounded.
His jaw dropped wide open as he couldn’t help but ask, “Xuan’Er…
you actually killed the Eighth Elder?!”
“Yes, Dad.”
What!
Receiving a definitive answer, Ye Yizhou was at a total loss for words.
It took him quite a while before he finally managed to say, “Then aren’t we in grave danger?
The Fang Family will never forgive us.”
Ye Xuan replied indifferently, “Dad, everyone who knew that Fang Shaohan died at the Ye Family’s home has already been killed by me.
You don’t need to worry.”
Ye Yizhou still felt uneasy.
“But that’s the Fang Family…
What if they manage to find out?”
At the same time, in the Fang Family’s conference hall.
Fang Tianming, the Patriarch of the Fang Family, was holding a meeting.
Dressed in a gray robe, Fang Tianming looked to be in his seventies or eighties.
“What’s going on?
Why hasn’t Shaohan returned yet?
Does anyone know where he went?”
“Patriarch, the Eighth Elder has already gone to look for him.
They should be back soon.”
“We’ll wait for them for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
If they still aren’t back, we’ll start the meeting without them.”
Just as the elders finished speaking, a servant staggered into the hall.
“P-Patriarch!
This is bad!
Young Master Shaohan’s Life and Death Jade…
it shattered!”