Liu Feiyan
At the same time as Ye Fei was heading to the Liu Clan.
Zhao Lun's face was red with anger as he returned to the Zhao Clan's courtyard. Zhao Wudi was already waiting at the entrance. When he saw that Zhao Lun had returned alone and did not follow Ye Fei, he immediately walked over angrily and slapped Zhao Lun's face.
"Zhao Lun, you piece of trash. Didn't I tell you to apologize to Ye Fei and invite Ye Fei and Zhao Sheng back to the Zhao Clan no matter what?"
"Third Uncle, I already apologized very sincerely. However, that hateful Ye Fei did not accept it at all. He even insulted our Zhao Clan and said that you are not even fit to carry his shoes. Not only did he refuse my apology, he even broke my hand!"
Zhao Lun had already expected that he would be punished when he returned. This person was truly ruthless. He actually broke his own hand on the way back to the Zhao Clan.
"What? Ye Fei actually broke your hand? Our Zhao Clan tried to reconcile with him out of goodwill, but he actually did not appreciate it!" Zhao Wudi's expression turned cold.
Seeing that Ye Fei did not appear and had even rejected the Zhao Clan's invitation, dozens of tenth level Martial Kings walked out from the courtyard.
The two people in the lead had auras that were not much weaker than Zhao Wudi's. They were extremely close to being unrivalled Martial Kings.
Hearing Zhao Lun's words and seeing his broken hand, the two of them were filled with anger. Zhao Lun's father even raised his hand and slapped Zhao Lun, saying, "Useless thing. All day long, other than bullying women, you have no other ability. I told you to trick a country bumpkin to come here and die, but you couldn't even do it."
Zhao Lun was inexplicably slapped a few more times. Even though he was just acting, Zhao Lun was still incomparably angry. Many of the Zhao Family's direct descendants saw Zhao Lun being beaten. Not only did they not dissuade him, they even took pleasure in his misfortune. They wished that Zhao Lun would suffer as much as possible.
The other old man said to Zhao Wudi, "Wudi, this Ye Fei actually didn't fall for it. It seems like the people we have hidden here won't be of any use. What should we do?"
"Hmph, what else can we do? That Ye Fei was able to kill Duan Lang and become a genius mostly because of the Phoenix Blood Sword. This thing originally belonged to my Zhao Clan, so it definitely can't fall into the hands of an outsider. No matter what, I must take back the Phoenix Blood Sword."
When Zhao Wudi thought of the humiliation of being defeated by Ye Fei, his eyes finally flashed with a trace of delayed resentment. When he mentioned the Phoenix Blood Sword, Zhao Wudi did not hide the greed in his heart.
"As long as I get the Phoenix Blood Sword, I'll have a way to recover my lost potential. At that time, I, Zhao Wudi, will once again become a genius of the Northern Region and step into the realm of the titled Wu Jun." Zhao Wudi's expression was incomparably excited. His words also made the Zhao Clan's Martial Kings very excited.
"Good, Wudi. Since you have this confidence, we'll definitely support you. Hmph, bullshit Northern Sea Sword King. If our Zhao Clan wants to kill him, it'll be no different from stepping on an ant." Many of the Zhao Clan's Martial Artists revealed an ominous glint in their eyes.
Only now did Zhao Lun, who was covering his face, realize that Zhao Wudi didn't want to reconcile with Ye Fei at all. Instead, he had set up a trap here, waiting for Ye Fei to take the bait.
Zhao Lun's heart was filled with regret. If he had known earlier, he would have pretended to be a grandson and tricked Ye Fei over. Now, great. Ye Fei didn't come over. Not only did he disappoint his elders, but he also broke his own hand.
Pu!
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Zhao Lun successfully fainted from anger due to his own stupidity.
As the only clan in Mo Yun Ridge that could contend with the Zhao Clan, the Liu Clan's residence was extremely large. It was like a city within a city.
However, the Liu Clan's Martial Artists that came and went were not as arrogant as the Zhao Clan's Martial Artists. Instead, they were humble and courteous. Even the five or six-year-old children were holding books and reciting them.
This made Ye Fei very surprised. As Martial Artists, they were Martial Artists, yet they were known for their scholarly heritage. This Liu Clan was truly strange. They seemed to have sensed Ye Fei's surprise.
Within the courtyard, a girl in a green dress walked over gracefully. She leisurely explained, "My Liu Clan's ancestor was originally an ordinary scholar. He was wholeheartedly focused on taking the imperial examinations. However, by chance, he once saved a heavily injured Martial King expert. That expert later became a titled expert, Wu Jun. With the help of that senior, not only did our Liu Clan become a scholarly clan, we even became a martial clan. "
"Your Highness Sword King, this is our clan's young miss, Liu Feiyan. Young miss, this is the Northern Sea Sword King." Liu Fu bowed to Ye Fei and Liu Feiyan before tactfully retreating.
"You are the Northern Sea Sword King?" Liu Feiyan looked at Ye Fei. She was a bit stunned. Ye Fei was simply too young. In the future, he was already an adult in his twenties. However, in the world of Martial Artists, Ye Fei was still a standard youth. He couldn't even be considered a youth.
However, although he was young, Ye Fei had lived two lives. Although he was surprised by Liu Feiyan's graceful beauty, he was still able to maintain his composure. He looked at her with clear eyes and asked, "Young miss Liu, you spared no expense to invite me over. Is there something you want me to do?"
"Liu Fu told you?"
"I guessed."
"…"
Liu Feiyan was speechless. "You can even guess this? No wonder you can be so famous in the Northern Region at such a young age. If my younger brother was half as capable as you, I wouldn't have to worry so much."
"Your younger brother?" Ye Fei raised his eyebrows.
"Sword King, please come in. I will tell you slowly!"
Liu Feiyan led Ye Fei into the living room. Then she said in distress, "It's like this. I have a younger brother. He is young and impetuous. Half a year ago, he was angry with my father. In a fit of anger, he actually broke into a secret place. Since then, no one knows whether he is alive or dead. Therefore, I want to ask the Sword King to help me go to this secret place and save my younger brother. At that time, my Liu Family is willing to pay the price of one thousand mid-grade spiritual stones. "
"What? One thousand mid-grade spiritual stones!" Ye Fei was shocked. Although he knew that the Liu Family was rich, this was too rich.
That was a whole one thousand mid-grade spiritual stones. If they were all used to cultivate Saint Bodhi, Ye Fei was excited just thinking about it.
However, he didn't rush to agree. Instead, he asked in a deep voice, "The Liu Family is a big family. There should be a lot of tenth-grade Martial Kings. Don't you have any way to save him?"
"Why not? In order to save my younger brother, we have already lost seven tenth-grade Martial Kings. In the end, we can't even get close to the secret place. If we continue to die like this, I am afraid that before we can save him, all the experts of the Liu Family will die."
Liu Feiyan's smile was gone. Her face was full of worry and pain. She stared at Ye Fei seriously and continued, "However, ordinary tenth-grade Martial Kings can't get close to that place. But if you are a genius of the Northern Region like the Sword King, you can definitely break in. My Liu Family has no other request. We only ask that the Sword King can save my younger brother. If you think that the spiritual stones are too little, we can add more!"
"Add more?"
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