Chapter 53
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In the attic of the Song family's mansion.
The leader of the Song family knelt down on one knee. In front of him was an eight-foot tall man in red clothes.
"In a few days, I will leave this place and return to the Dragon Capital Academy. The past few months have been very dangerous. Thank you, leader of the Song family, for helping me. If you have any enemies or people you want to deal with, you can tell me now. I will take care of them for you. "
The crimson-robed man's words were full of arrogance, but the arrogant Song Family Head didn't dare to say anything. It was because of the dragon jade on the crimson-robed man's neck.
It was the symbol of the Liu Palace in the imperial city.
"Of course! It is my honor to be able to help you. I hope you can take care of my daughter Song Qingyi in the Dragon Capital Academy. "The leader of the Song family lowered his head and said.
The man in the red shirt seemed to like it. He was in a good mood and said, "Of course. Song Qingyi is quite talented. As her senior brother, I will take care of her. "
"Thank you, leader!"
"It's Junior Sister Song's fortune to have such a sensible father like you." The Song Family's Master's flattery made the man in the blood-red robe feel a little smug.
At this moment, someone knocked on the door of the attic.
"Leader, I have something to report." A disciple said loudly with a bit of urgency.
The leader of the Song family didn't move. He was waiting for the man in the red shirt to respond.
"Go, your disciple of the Song family is looking for you." The man in the red shirt was very satisfied with the leader of the Song family. He waved his hand and said.
"It's just a small matter. It's not a big deal."
"Let him in. What if something big happened?" The man in the red shirt said and disappeared.
The leader of the Song family was relieved after the man in the red shirt left. He stood up and asked the disciple of the Song family to come in.
The disciple of the Song family quickly walked to the leader of the Song family and got down on one knee. "Leader, the result of the Spring Hunt of the Desert Academy is out."
"Oh? Tell me about it. "
"A total of 94 members of the Song family participated in the Spring Hunting Competition, and 82 of them died! Eldest Young Master Song is dead, Steward Song is dead! "
The words of this Song family disciple struck the head of the Song family like a bolt from the blue. The Patriarch of the Song family had a drastic change in expression. When that Song family disciple saw this, he quickly continued to report, "All the disciples died in the hands of Ye Fanchen. Steward Song, Steward Song too!"
The Song family's disciple's report reverberated throughout the entire attic. The entire attic was silent for a moment. Even the sound of cold sweat dripping down the head of that Song family disciple could be heard clearly.
In the next moment, a furious roar resounded throughout the entire Song family mansion.
"Trash!"
The head of the Song family shouted hysterically, the anger in his heart shooting straight to the top of his head!
Over eighty disciples of the Song family! The second-in-command of the Song family!
As for the other party? He was just a mere Martial Disciple!
The Patriarch of the Song family closed his eyes tightly. His lips trembled as he forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart.
This Song family disciple had never seen the Patriarch of the Song family so angry. He was so scared that his entire body was trembling non-stop. He lowered his head and didn't dare to say anything.
"Understood! Leave! "The Patriarch of the Song family took a deep breath.
At this moment, a faint voice came from behind the Patriarch of the Song family.
"Patriarch of the Song family, it seems like you are in trouble. Do you need me to help?"
The one who spoke was the man in blood-red clothes who had just disappeared. Seeing this, the Patriarch of the Song family quickly knelt down on one knee and said, "There is no need to trouble the Young Master. I will settle this matter myself."
The Patriarch of the Song family had a face full of flattery. However, in the next moment, his eyes flashed with killing intent as he thought to himself.
"Ye Fanchen! I will definitely make you pay the price! "
… …
A week had passed.
There was still about a month before the Desert Imperial City Academy would start recruiting students in the Snow Land. Ye Fanchen wasn't in a hurry. He remained in his residence and focused on cultivating.
Although Ye Fanchen had refused to be listed as a target for intensive training, the treatment he received now was no less than that of other Martial Disciples who had received intensive training from the academy.
The Desert College would give him a Class 2 Demonic Core every day.
A Class 2 Demonic Core a day was equivalent to 100,000 gold coins!
For others, this was enough to support their cultivation speed.
But for Ye Fanchen, it couldn't even support his normal cultivation.
After reaching the Nuance realm, Ye Fanchen realized that the Class 2 Demonic Cores that could provide him with a huge boost in strength were no longer as useful as before.
Ye Fanchen cultivated in his residence for three whole days and spent twenty Class 2 Demonic Cores, but he still couldn't break through to the peak of the middle stage of the Nuance realm.
In the past, this amount of time and expenditure would have been enough for him to break through two or three realms.
Although he didn't break through, Ye Fanchen's strength and physique still improved to a certain extent.
He had intended to continue cultivating, but then he saw a letter on the windowsill.
It seemed to have been delivered a day ago …
Ye Fanchen was a little curious as to who would send him this letter.
Since his reincarnation, he had spent all his time cultivating and hadn't interacted with many people.
"Could it be that he is a friend of the original owner of this body?" Ye Fanchen thought to himself.
But based on what he knew, this body didn't have many friends due to its weak strength and innate talent.
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He opened the letter, and a line of words entered Ye Fanchen's eyes.
"The Patriarch's injuries are severe and his life is in danger. Young Master, please return to the Ye Residence quickly and inherit the Ye Clan!"
So it was a letter from the Ye Residence.
If it wasn't for this letter, Ye Fanchen wouldn't have remembered what happened in the Ye Residence.
Ye Fanchen wasn't originally from Beiliang City. He was the Young Master of the Ye Clan in Xuan City, which was next to Beiliang City. Due to his innate talent, he was chased out of Xuan City Academy and came to the Desert College to further his studies.
This was also why there wasn't a single Ye Clan disciple in the Desert College other than Ye Fanchen.
Why would you send me a letter at this time?
Ye Fanchen was a little puzzled.
Ever since he reincarnated into this body, he hadn't received any news from the Ye Clan. He was like an abandoned child of the Ye Clan. Why would they send him a letter at this time, asking him to return?
Furthermore, Ye Fanchen wasn't well-received by the Ye Clan previously. The Patriarch of the Ye Clan didn't even treat his eldest son, Ye Fanchen, as his successor. Instead, he treated his second son as his successor.
Why would they want him to return to inherit the Ye Clan now?
"There's a problem!"
Ye Fanchen furrowed his brows and mumbled to himself. He could smell a hint of conspiracy from the letter.
But even so, he still planned to visit the Ye Clan in Xuan City.
Very few people knew that in Ye Fanchen's previous life, Qingyun Xian Zun's real name was Ye Fanchen.
Qingyun Xian Zun's descendants were the famous Ye Clan in the Tianxuan Continent ten thousand years ago!
And according to the memories of Ye Fanchen's previous life and this body, he knew that the Ye Clan in Xuan City should be the last descendant of his previous life, which was the famous Ye Clan in the Tianxuan Continent.
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