Walking out of the inn, Ye Futian looked up. He could see an extremely tall building in the distance. It was the Dongqin College.
The top forces all stayed near the Dongqin College. As they walked back, they passed by a street.
At that moment, there seemed to be quite a number of people gathered there, looking at something indistinctly.
Ye Futian glanced over and saw two groups of people facing each other. There was a faint sharp aura. It was the aura of swords.
"Fuyun Sword Clan?" Ye Futian's eyes flashed. Then he walked over and walked into the crowd. He saw many familiar figures.
People from the Fuyun Sword Clan, Sword Saint Mountain, and the Witch Clan.
Not only the College, but all the top forces also sent many disciples down the mountain. The seven peaks of the Fuyun Sword Clan were independent of each other. Disciples from all seven peaks went down the mountain. Ye Futian didn't see Ye Wuchen among the crowd.
The two sides facing each other were the strong cultivators of the Fuyun Sword Clan and Sword Saint Mountain.
The two forces had always been at odds with each other. Now, they were at each other's throats. No one knew what had happened.
At this time, there were still other strong cultivators rushing over.
In the Witch Clan, a beautiful figure looked at Ye Futian. Smiling, she said, "Long time no see, Young Master Ye. You look even better than before. I miss you very much."
The one who spoke was naturally the Witch, Gu Biyue. Her voice was soft and her eyes were alluring. It was as if she wanted to imprint herself into people's minds. She was extremely charming.
"In that case, come and serve me." Gu Biyue giggled. "I want to, but I came with my senior this time. My senior is very strict. I don't want to drag you into this." Gu Biyue smiled. "Of course I want to.
Their conversation attracted many people's attention. Many gazes fell on Ye Futian. Many people had vaguely heard about what had happened in the Ancient Barren World. Ye Futian had taken Gu Biyue as his servant.
"Trouble?" Ye Futian remembered what Tang Ye had said in the Ancient Barren World. He knew that there was an extremely powerful person in the Witch Clan who was this Witch's senior. He must be in Chaoge now.
Li Daoqing was among the people of the Fuyun Sword Clan. His eyes were cold as he stared at Ye Futian with murderous intent.
His brother Li Daoyun had a grudge with Ye Futian and Ye Wuchen's group. His arm was first burned and then he was killed by Ye Wuchen in the sword trial of the Fuyun Sword Clan.
He would never forget this grudge.
At that moment, another group of people came. A voice called out, "Ye Futian."
Turning around, Ye Futian saw Ye Wuchen, Liu Feiyang, Liu Chenyu, and the others coming together. He couldn't help but have a strange expression. He looked at Ye Wuchen and Liu Chenyu with a half-smile and said, "Seems like I don't need to do anything anymore."
Liu Chenyu glared at him, but she was used to his playfulness.
"I met him on the road." Ye Wuchen said. Ye Futian noticed that there were many swordsmen of the Fuyun Sword Clan behind Ye Wuchen. It seemed that Ye Wuchen was their leader. Seeing this, he understood that Ye Wuchen seemed to be doing well in the Fuyun Sword Clan. Clearly, he had a high status.
"Ye Wuchen, mind your status," an indifferent voice said. It came from the people who were confronting the strong cultivators of the Sword Saint Mountain. They were from the first summit of the Fuyun Sword Clan. The person who spoke was Luo Xiao, the leader of the younger generation of the first summit of the Fuyun Sword Clan. He was extremely talented.
The Sword Saint had used the Fuyun Sword Clan to make a name for himself. For the Sword Saint and the Cottage, it was supreme glory. However, for the Fuyun Sword Clan, it was an unforgettable humiliation.
Thus, the people of the Fuyun Sword Clan didn't associate with the Cottage. As for the Sword Saint Mountain, there was no need to say anything.
Ye Wuchen glanced at Luo Xiao and said, "You should know that before I entered the Fuyun Sword Clan, I was with him in Cangye."
"Since you entered the Sword Clan, you should cut off your past," Luo Xiao said. His voice was calm but his eyes were extremely sharp. Ye Wuchen had killed Li Daoyun in the sword trial. This had already made the disciples of the first summit extremely unhappy. However, this battle was fair and square. Li Daoyun had accepted the sword invitation and was killed as an Arcana Plane cultivator. The first summit had nothing to say.
But now, Ye Wuchen was actually with a Cottage disciple.
"You don't need to know what I do," Ye Wuchen said emotionlessly.
Luo Xiao stared at Ye Wuchen. A sharp light flashed in his eyes and then he didn't look at Ye Wuchen again.
The surrounding people all had strange expressions. The most famous of the Fuyun Sword Clan were the first and seventh summit. Now, the disciples of the first and seventh summit actually had a conflict in public. How interesting.
As they spoke, more people arrived. The strong cultivators of the Royal Xuan Temple also walked into the crowd.
One of them stared straight at Ye Futian. It was extremely cold and murderous. It was Luo Junlin.
Beside Luo Junlin, He Xirou's gaze was also slightly cold.
When she had returned from Cangye to the Royal Xuan Temple, she had been punished by her father. Luo Junlin had also been punished.
Because of this, her father had lost face in front of the other temple lords.
In the past, He Xirou didn't care about the people from the Cangye Kingdom at all. However, Ye Futian had entered the Cottage. Not long after, his name had spread throughout the Eastern Barren Territory.
Ye Futian naturally saw Luo Junlin and He Xirou too. His eyes were cold.
The crown prince of the Nandou Nation had once made him his servant. Now that they met again in the Eastern Barren Territory, how would he feel?
The two stared at each other. Luo Junlin didn't hide the murderous intent in his eyes at all. Now, Ye Futian was a true threat to him and the Nandou Nation.
If Ye Futian was allowed to grow and enter the Noble Plane, it would be the end of the Nandou Nation. With the Cottage here, even the Royal Xuan Temple behind him wouldn't be able to help him.
"It's so crowded here," someone said. Qin Li, the grandson of the king of Qin, had also arrived. He seemed to have heard the commotion and rushed over. Chu Yaoyao of the Moon Clan had come with him. This scene made people's imaginations run wild. "That's right.
According to the news, not long ago, Qin Li had gone to the Moon Clan. The goddess of the Moon Clan had followed him to Chaoge.
"In a few days, it will be the wedding day of my aunt and Qian Shanmu of the Donghua Clan. It will also be the opening day of the Dongqin College. You are all the most outstanding people from the Eastern Barren Territory. Why don't you show off on the opening day of the Dongqin College?" Qin Li said with a smile. The Qin Dynasty and the Donghua Clan had teamed up to create the Dongqin College. Many top talents from the two forces would be announced to enter the Dongqin College to cultivate on that day.
On the opening day, other than the battle between Lu Nantian and Gu Dongliu, there would naturally be other events. Otherwise, how could the Dongqin College show off its extraordinariness?
Looks like they won't be fighting, the surrounding people thought. The relationships between the various forces were complicated. However, Qin Li seemed to want everyone to settle their grudges on the opening day of the Dongqin College. He wanted to build momentum for the opening of the Dongqin College. He wanted to take advantage of the situation.
"Let's go," Ye Futian said. He didn't want to stay here. For some reason, he really didn't like Qin Li. Whenever he saw him, he wanted to beat him up.
However, Third Brother had said that the College was a place of reason. It wasn't good to beat someone up.
So, out of sight, out of mind.
Turning around, Ye Futian's group left. Luo Junlin's gaze was still on Ye Futian. It was as if he only had eyes for Ye Futian.
Ye Futian and the others didn't walk too far before they stopped. Not far in front of them, a figure dressed in black stood there quietly. His ink-like long hair draped over his shoulders, giving him an indescribable sense of elegance.
His eyes were also extremely dark. It was as if they could make people fall into them.
Although he didn't release any aura, just standing there casually was enough to make people feel threatened.
Ye Futian's group couldn't help but stop.
Ye Wuchen frowned. Sword will circled around his body. He sensed a powerful aura from the other party.
Liu Feiyang and Liu Chenyu stared at the person at the same time. Liu Feiyang's eyes sparkled. An image appeared in his mind but he wasn't sure.
The person in black looked up and his gaze fell on Ye Futian. His eyes seemed to be able to suck people in. He said indifferently, "You are Ye Futian?"
"What is it?" Ye Futian glanced at him. He didn't know this person.
As soon as he finished speaking, demonic fire seemed to flash in the dark eyes of the other party, imprinting itself directly into his mind. At that moment, Ye Futian felt as if his spiritual energy was burning. He had an illusion that his entire body was in the Nine Underworlds Fire. The dark fire wrapped around his body, wanting to burn him to death.
"Be careful." Liu Feiyang seemed to have confirmed the person's identity and warned Ye Futian. However, he saw a ball of dark demonic fire appear in Ye Futian's eyes. His heart couldn't help but tremble.
"Gu Zhiqiu, stop!" Liu Feiyang shouted angrily. Ye Futian closed his eyes and quickly retreated. The person's eyes seemed to have a terrifying power. His Spiritual Energy was enduring great pain.
When he retreated, the attack disappeared. He stopped and opened his eyes. His eyes flashed as he stared at the person.
Witch Clan, Warlock Gu Zhiqiu.
He saw Gu Biyue as his sister.
"In the future, I don't want to hear you call me servant, even if you are a disciple of the Cottage," Gu Zhiqiu said calmly. Gu Zhiqiu said calmly. Then, he lifted his foot and walked away. He was very calm, as if nothing had happened.
He was obviously warning Ye Futian not to call Gu Biyue a maid.
He saw Gu Biyue as his sister. How could he allow someone to insult her? If Ye Futian hadn't entered the Cottage, he probably would have done more.
Ye Futian watched the person leave. A strange look flashed in his eyes.
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