Therefore, when the news about Ye Chen at the Yang City International Hotel spread …
It was like a bolt of lightning that shook heaven and earth, shocking the world!
"He killed four martial venerables with a single strike, oh my god!"
Many Chinese cultivators were stunned, and they subconsciously sucked in a breath of cold air.
Some of the cultivation sects were completely dumbfounded when they heard this, "That's a martial venerable. I can't believe it!"
Martial venerable stage!
To the Chinese cultivation world, it was an unreachable existence. One had to know that even on the Heaven Leaderboard, which represented the strongest combat power in China, no one had become a martial venerable.
While many people were shocked, they could not help but ask curiously, "How can Mad Southern Ye be so powerful? What's his true cultivation base? "
"Good kill, good kill. The heavens really have eyes. Shang Santian treats the secular world like ants. They deserve this. It's best if Mad Southern Ye directly kills his way into Shang Santian and annihilates all of you!"
More people laughed loudly and shed tears of shame. They were extremely carefree. There was no lack of friends or relatives who had died in the hands of Shang Santian.
After Shang Santian entered the world, they had been too overbearing. Previously, they might have remained silent because no one stood up to object.
Now that Ye Chen's battle results had spread!
How could they hold back the hatred in their hearts?!
"Don't celebrate too early!"
Some people praised, while others disdained, "Mad Southern Ye only killed the younger generation of Shang Santian. Putting aside the terror of the older generation, just the geniuses of the younger generation like Bai Shaoyu and Xiao Yuanjing are beyond your imagination."
"That's right!"
Some of the forces that had submitted to Xiao Yang and the rest in advance sneered, "The previous Dragon Soul Master, Dragon King Jiang Yuheng, was also like Mad Southern Ye. His combat power was unparalleled and he was overflowing with talent. But what happened in the end? He's still dead! "
…
While the outside world was shocked by Ye Chen's battle results.
A cold wind rustled by the Wu River.
Two extremely tall figures stood by the river. An old man knelt on one knee in front of them, his face filled with fear and uneasiness.
After a while.
Under the cold moonlight, a young man with long hair in black clothes smiled slowly, "Xiao Yang and the rest were all killed by Mad Southern Ye!"
"Including my sister Bai Xin?"
The other young man exuded a dangerous aura when he heard that, "How dare he, Mad Southern Ye, kill people from my Bai family one after another. It seems like I've let him live for too long!"
With that, he turned to leave.
"Wait!"
However, the young man from before did not mind. He said with a faint smile, "Shaoyu, don't forget the purpose of Shang Santian's entry into the world this time."
As he spoke, he walked to the riverside and grabbed at the air. A handful of river water condensed in his hand. The river water was bone-chilling, and it faintly emitted traces of vile energy. "There's more and more vile energy in the water. It means that the ghost ship is about to appear!"
The youth surnamed Bai sneered, "So what? It's just a mere Mad Southern Ye. I'll rush to Tiannan overnight and take his head to restore the dignity of Shang Santian! "
The young man in black smiled noncommittally. "What if I tell you that Mad Southern Ye also has a netherworld token?"
Hearing this, the pupils of the youth surnamed Bai shrank slightly.
The netherworld token!
He could not be more familiar with it. After the ghost ship appeared, only those with the netherworld token could be guided by the ghost ship. Only then could they safely step onto the ghost ship!
If one did not have the netherworld token and forcefully boarded the ship, they would only be cursed by the ghost ship and die on the spot.
A few seconds later, the youth surnamed Bai retracted his killing intent and said in a deep voice, "How did you know that Mad Southern Ye has the netherworld token?"
"Xiao Buyi!"
The young man in black spat out three words slowly, and then he said, "I recently found out that after that old thing died back then, he gave the 'Si' token in the netherworld token to Xiao Buyi. That old fellow Xiao Buyi is also cunning. He was worried that he would be suppressed by Shang Santian, so he actually used a deceptive technique to fake his death!"
At this point, his eyes were filled with playfulness, "Mad Southern Ye went to the Tang family in Hong Kong some time ago. He even opened Xiao Buyi's tomb and obtained the netherworld token."
"So, you're saying that since we know that Mad Southern Ye has the netherworld token, then the Luo family, Tang family, and Ying family must know about it too?"
The youth surnamed Bai came to a realization, "If we kill Mad Southern Ye now, the other ancient families will definitely think that we're going to fight them for the netherworld token and then stand on Mad Southern Ye's side to resist us?"
"That's right!"
A hint of admiration flashed across the young man's eyes as he said, "The ghost ship is the most important thing. Why don't we let Mad Southern Ye live for a few more days? As the saying goes, an innocent man gets into trouble because of his wealth. Perhaps the other ancient families might help us get rid of Mad Southern Ye."
At the end of his sentence, he muttered, "Moreover, I heard that that lunatic from the Luo family is coming soon!"
"He's really haunting us!"
The youth surnamed Bai's expression changed slightly when he heard that, "This lunatic was defeated by Ye Wushuang earlier. Why wasn't he killed with a single strike?!"
…
That night, Ye Chen returned to the Ye residence in Tiannan.
His parents, Mengmeng, and Qianqian had already fallen asleep. Only Su Yuhan was sitting on the sofa, knitting a sweater with a ball in her hand while watching television.
Meanwhile, Yang Tian and Lin Tai had been secretly protecting the entire Ye family villa. Ye Chen walked in after greeting them.
Su Yuhan said angrily when she saw him return, "Xiaochen, I was going to close the door if you didn't come back."
Ye Chen lowered his head to take a look and realized that the ball in her hand was in a mess. He could not help but say with a smile, "What are you busy with?"
"Knitting a sweater for my daughter!"
Su Youwei subconsciously hid the things in her hand behind her and said embarrassedly, "Mengmeng has grown up, but she hasn't worn the clothes I made for her. I have nothing to do anyway."
"Put it aside for now. Come with me!"
Ye Chen extended his arm and held her hand as they walked out.
…
Soon, the two of them arrived at Jiulong Lake!
Su Youwei shrunk her neck as if she could not stand the cold at night, "Xiaochen, why did you bring me here so late at night?"
"Aren't you going to cultivate?"
Ye Chen smiled lightly and said, "I'll help you embark on the path of cultivation tonight. Moreover, this place has more spiritual energy."
"Huh?"
Su Yuhan was stunned, "B-But I'm not ready yet?"
With a thought from Ye Chen, a meditation cushion flew out of his storage ring and landed on the ground, "Just sit down with your legs crossed. I'm here!"
Su Youwei could not persuade him, so she could only sit down with her legs crossed. She said nervously, "Xiaochen, I'm too stupid. You can't scold me."
Ye Chen flicked his finger and two medicinal pills landed in his hand, "Take these two medicinal pills and close your eyes. Hold your breath and focus!"
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