"Chengfeng, congratulations on obtaining first place in the White Emperor Martial House's year-end assessment. Now, you will represent the White Emperor City in the Sky Flame Martial House's assessment." The White Emperor Martial House's master said cordially as he personally handed a token with a flame pattern engraved on it to Ye Chenfeng.
"Thank you, Martial House Master."
Ye Chenfeng received the heavy token with both hands as he softly thanked the Martial House Master.
"Chengfeng, you've given us too much of a shock today. I never thought that a true dragon like you would be hidden in the White Emperor Martial House. Based on your performance today, becoming a student of the Sky Flame Martial House is a cinch. When you soar to the sky, don't forget about me, the Martial House Master." The White Emperor Martial House's master said with a smile.
Although the White Emperor Martial House's master's status was extraordinary, Ye Chenfeng's performance today was worthy of him lowering his status and befriending him.
"I won't forget!" Ye Chenfeng nodded.
Ye Chenfeng had obtained first place in the White Emperor Martial House's assessment, so he didn't stay long in the Martial House. Just as he was about to leave, Qiao Jingyuan suddenly caught up with him from the crowd. She looked at him with a complicated gaze and said softly, "Ye Chenfeng, I want to talk to you alone. Can you accompany me for a walk?"
"I'm sorry, Jingyuan. I have something to do and may not be able to accompany you."
Ye Chenfeng could guess why Qiao Jingyuan was looking for him, but he didn't want to have too much to do with her, so he tactfully declined.
"Ye Chenfeng, I know that you were the one who saved me that night. If you agree to be with me, my Qiao Clan is willing to be your strongest backing and help you enter the Sky Fire Martial House to further your studies."
Seeing that Ye Chenfeng was about to leave, Qiao Jingyuan bit her lips and blocked his path as she promised.
"Jingyuan, you've got the wrong person," Ye Chenfeng shook his head and said, "As for the Sky Flame Martial House, I'll rely on my own ability to enter."
With that, Ye Chenfeng ignored the pale-faced Qiao Jingyuan and left without looking back.
Looking at Ye Chenfeng's departing figure, Qiao Jingyuan bit her lips as two streams of tears uncontrollably flowed down her cheeks.
She hated herself for being so short-sighted. If she hadn't chosen to distance herself from Ye Chenfeng when he was at his most isolated and helpless, perhaps today's outcome would have been different.
"Chengfeng, congratulations on obtaining the qualification to enter the Sky Flame Martial House."
As Ye Chenfeng left the White Emperor Martial House under the awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd, a beautiful figure suddenly jumped in front of him and congratulated him with a smile.
"Shiya, thank you and Grandpa Bai for your protection. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have been able to obtain the qualifications to enter the Sky Flame Martial House so smoothly." Ye Chenfeng said softly as he looked at the tall and beautiful Bai Xiya, who had two cute dimples on her cheeks when she smiled.
"Chengfeng, I's life was saved by you. If you're in trouble, I won't sit idly by."
At this moment, Bai Xishan walked out of the White Emperor Martial House in high spirits and said in a deep voice.
"Chengfeng, my grandfather and father would like to invite you to their house for a meal. Do you have time?" Bai Shiya invited in a pleasant voice.
"I do."
This time, Ye Chenfeng didn't refuse and happily agreed.
Crystal Lamb Chop, Almond Buddha Hand, Imperial Bean Cake, Phoenix Tail Shark Fin …
In order to get closer to Ye Chenfeng, the Bai Family had prepared a sumptuous lunch. Plates of fragrant and delicious food were placed on the table, greatly increasing one's appetite.
"Chengfeng, I have a question. May I ask if your medical skills have anything to do with the illusory sect?" Bai Xishan, who was in a good mood, took a sip of the mellow white wine and asked.
"No, I learned my medical skills from my master. However, I'm not sure if my master is from the sect or not." Ye Chenfeng had already thought of an excuse and made up a fabricated master.
"Master?" Bai Xishan raised his eyebrows and said, "Chengfeng, is your master in White Emperor City?"
"I also don't know where my master is. When I was thirteen, he passed on his medical skills to me and left." Ye Chenfeng shook his head and said.
"Chengfeng, if I'm not wrong, your master most likely comes from a powerful sect. Only in a sect would there be such mysterious medical skills." Bai Xishan said with yearning. In his heart, he was a little envious of Ye Chenfeng's luck.
In the evening, the White Emperor Martial House's year-end examination came to an end. The news of Ye Chenfeng severely injuring Lian Yulong in three moves spread like the wind in many martial houses, attracting the attention of many parties.
As for the Ye Family, one of the three great families of the Imperial City, when they heard this news from Ye Ziling, they fell into a state of shock.
"I believe everyone knows about the news from Ziling. What do you all think of this matter?"
The head of the Ye Family, Ye Qingchuan, was wearing a black robe with dark patterns. His face was as angular as a knife, and his eyes were deep and powerful. He sat on a richly ornamented wooden armchair and asked in a low voice.
"I really don't know what kind of dogshit luck Ye Chenfeng had. He actually awakened his spiritual beast a second time and broke through to the sixth grade." Ye Tianming, who had insisted on expelling Ye Chenfeng from the Ye Family, said with a gloomy face.
"It doesn't matter whether Ye Chenfeng had dogshit luck or not. He has indeed awakened his spiritual beast. His terrifying talent has returned." Ye Qingchuan took a deep breath and said.
"Father, you can't be thinking of bringing Ye Chenfeng back, right?"
Ye Tianming asked with an ugly expression. If he brought Ye Chenfeng back, it would undoubtedly make him lose face.
"Tianming, I know what you are worried about. But do you think that your face or the future of the Ye Family is more important?" Ye Qingchuan asked with a solemn face.
"Father, I admit that I have underestimated Ye Chenfeng. But I don't believe that he, who has turned over a new leaf, can control the future of the Ye Family." Ye Tianming said unconvinced.
"Tianming, who do you think among the younger generation of the Ye Family is comparable to Jiang Yijun and Ji Qingxue? And who can support the entire Ye Family in a hundred years? "
"This …"
Although the Ye Family was one of the three major families in the Kingdom of Zi Jin, the only genius in the younger generation of the Ye Family was Ye Ziling. Regardless of talent or spiritual beast, Ye Ziling could not be compared to Jiang Yijun and Ji Qingxue.
After thinking about it, Ye Tianming had to admit that the Ye Family really needed Ye Chenfeng, the top genius.
"Also, the current situation in the Kingdom of Zi Jin is very chaotic. The battle between the First Prince and the Second Prince for the throne has reached a white-hot stage. Our Ye Family is the same as the Ji Family. We have always been dependent on the Second Prince. But if the Second Prince fails in the battle for the throne, our Ye Family will most likely be wiped out by the First Prince."
"And if Ye Chenfeng returns to our Ye Family and enters the Sky Fire Martial House to cultivate, the First Prince will more or less have some scruples." Ye Qingchuan sighed softly and revealed the inside story.
"Father, although your idea is good, it won't be easy to eliminate Ye Chenfeng's hostility towards our Ye Family and let him come back." Ye Family's third son, Ye Yihai, said.
"That's right. Actually, this is our wishful thinking. In the end, the initiative is still in Ye Chenfeng's hands. If he is unwilling to come back, we really can't do anything." Ye Qingchuan said with a sigh. He regretted his decision to expel Ye Chenfeng from the Ye Family.
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