Danwu God Emperor

Ye Lou spent another half a day cultivating in the Martial Arts Pavilion, thinking about his father. Although his father was agile, in this world where martial arts prevailed, without strength, one was like a cripple.

"Why did you come out?" Ye Chongzhong greeted him, his face extremely displeased. "Although our ancestor favored you, if you don't cultivate diligently, even your unparalleled talent will be wasted."

"Elder, actually I..."

"I know that young people have a playful nature, but if you don't control yourself, how can you talk about martial arts!" Ye Chongzhong's earnest teachings were because he really didn't want the clansman chosen by their ancestors to fall into such a depravity.

Normally, given his personality, he would never go to such lengths to take care of a junior, which made Ye Chongzhong even more disappointed.

"Don't get carried away just because you've mastered the second move!"

"Elder, actually I've mastered the third move." Ye Lou said, both amused and exasperated.

Ye Chongzhong's face was filled with horror. "What did you say? You've already mastered the third move?"

Ye Lou was startled by Ye Chongzhong's surprised expression and couldn't help but ask himself, "Is this Xuan-rank martial skill really that difficult to learn?"

If it weren't for missing my father, I probably could have mastered the fourth technique in just half a month. Why does the elder have such an expression?

"Hey!" Ye Lou chuckled sheepishly, "If I'm not mistaken, I have indeed mastered the third move."

Ye Chongzhong's expression was incredibly complex. The Southern Nose Palm was a low-grade Xuan-level martial art, profound and mysterious. He had also comprehended some of the martial arts of the same level, but it took him two whole years to dare to claim that he had fully mastered them. His ancestor's talent was already beyond his reach.

However, Ye Lou accomplished in just one day what his ancestors had taken three months to achieve, which was truly astonishing.

But Ye Lou's expression didn't seem to be lying to him. The reputation of being a good-for-nothing was already well-known in Wushan Town, and Ye Chongzhong had also heard of it. How could such talent be considered a good-for-nothing by the Ye family? He found it laughable.

At Ye Chongzhong's age, he naturally sees things more clearly. Even he, who is usually unmoved by praise or criticism, was shocked at this moment, and even his smile became somewhat stiff.

"Elder, I..." Ye Lou called out weakly, interrupting Ye Chongzhong's thoughts.

"You can leave now, I need some peace and quiet! This is a martial arts technique I'm giving you, take it." Ye Chongzhong was still in a daze.

Ye Lou took the martial arts manual and saw that it was a high-grade Yellow Rank martial arts technique, the Three Swords Style. He hurriedly thanked the elder, but Ye Chongzhong was still immersed in the disbelief he had just experienced and completely ignored him.

Ye Lou was quite helpless and had no choice but to turn around and leave. The Martial Arts Pavilion was located in a remote part of the Ye family compound, quite far from the residence. As he walked, the surrounding clansmen cast strange glances at him.

"Ye Lou, what are you still doing here? I just saw Ye Yifei storm into your house, yelling that he was going to kill you!"

The newcomer was panting heavily as he headed towards the Martial Arts Pavilion. Ye Lou vaguely remembered him; although he couldn't recall the name, he had met him there the day before and had chosen his martial arts techniques there.

Ye Lou was shocked and ran home as fast as he could.

Upon arriving at the courtyard, Ye Lou saw his father hanging from the archway, head drooping, without a trace of blood. He rushed over and, with trembling hands, untied the rope from Ye Haotian's hands.

Ye Haotian fell like a deflated balloon. Ye Lou quickly caught him, fed him a few of the healing pills he had left behind, and looked at his father's pale lips, his heart aching as if being torn apart.

"You piece of trash, you're finally back!" A figure emerged from the room, dressed in fine silk robes, hands behind his back, casting a disdainful glance at Ye Lou. It was none other than Ye Yifei.

Ye Lou gently leaned Ye Haotian against the stone pillar, glaring angrily at him. The veins on his forehead bulged with each heavy breath, his pupils twitched horribly, and an uncontrollable, overwhelming killing intent grew rampantly.

"Lou'er, let it go, I'm fine."

Ye Haotian struggled to squeeze out a few words. He was afraid that Ye Lou would act impulsively. Since learning a few days ago that Ye Lou had reached the fifth level of internal strength and had even killed Ye San, he had been both happy and worried, fearing that something else might happen to Ye Lou.

"If a father is humiliated, his son will surely avenge him!" Ye Lou stared directly at Ye Yifei, his voice terrifyingly low.