Clan Cultivation: The Ye Clan

"Zhen'er, watch your words," Ye Zhenwen reprimanded sternly.

Ye Zhenzhen silently shut her mouth and stopped talking, her eyes constantly glancing at the reactions of the others.

As expected, everyone looked quite grim.

Ye Shiqing said directly, "Shall we go out and practice?"

Ye Zhenzhen nodded, "Let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Shiqing stood up and walked outside.

Ye Zhenzhen followed closely behind, ignoring the others in the room.

The others exchanged glances and followed him out.

Ye Zhenwen quickly walked to the gate of the courtyard and closed the door.

Ye Zhenzhen set up a concealment array in the courtyard to ensure that people outside could not see what was happening inside before slowly walking to the opposite side of Ye Shiqing.

With a flick of his wrist, a flying sword appeared in his hand.

Seeing Ye Zhenzhen's actions, Ye Shiqing knew she was getting serious, so he didn't hold back at all. He flipped his wrist and wielded the stunning beauty.

The atmosphere was tense, and the Ye family members watching silently huddled at the entrance of the main room, not daring to speak.

Ye Zhenzhen slowly closed her eyes. Seeing this opening, Ye Shiqing showed no mercy, picked up Jinghong, and flew over to stab her.

The moment he stood up, a gust of wind was stirred up.

Ye Zhenzhen heard this, slowly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with icy coldness.

It's time to show my abilities, and it's time to shut some people up.

The first move of the "Silent Extinction Sword Technique": Sacrifice to Heaven.

Ye Zhenzhen's lips curled slightly, devoid of any warmth, as she coldly stared at her opponent.

Without needing to make any further moves, he slashed forward with a single sword strike.

The killing intent, carrying the surrounding air, surged toward its opponent with an unstoppable determination.

He easily destroyed Ye Shiqing's attack and continued to slash at Ye Shiqing.

Ye Shiqing opened his eyes wide and saw that the sword intent was already in front of him. He quickly used his sword to block it and took a step back to the right, barely managing to protect his left arm.

She looked at Ye Zhenzhen in disbelief. How could this be?

She's only 16 years old, yet she's already developed such ruthless killing intent!

That last sword strike was delivered without any restraint.

Everyone gathered around Ye Shiqing, concerned about whether he was injured.

Only when Ye Zhenwen walked to Ye Zhenzhen's side did he gently press down on Ye Zhenzhen's arm, which was always facing Ye Shiqing.

She asked with concern, "Zhen'er, are you alright?"

Ye Zhenzhen closed her eyes, restrained her sword intent, and then opened them again, looking at her brother and shaking her head slightly.

Ye Zhenwen stepped aside, blocking Ye Zhenzhen's path, frowning and looking at her disapprovingly.

Ye Zhenzhen smiled as she watched, then sheathed her flying sword. "Don't worry, it's alright."

Ye Zhenzhen turned to look at the people surrounding Ye Shiqing, her heart filled with sorrow.

Ultimately, the only people who will stand by your side are your family.

She took her brother's hand and went back to her room.

"Stop." It was Ye Zhenrong who spoke.

Ye Zhenzhen and Ye Zhenwen stopped in their tracks, but did not turn around.

Ye Zhenzhen thought to herself, "How come I never realized how annoying Fifth Brother was before!"

Times have changed!

Ye Zhenwen turned to look at Ye Zhenrong and asked bluntly, "What advice do you have for me, Fifth Brother?"

Ye Zhenzhen didn't want to pay attention, but when she heard Ye Zhenwen speak, she turned her head and looked at Ye Zhenrong impatiently.

That look made Ye Zhenrong, who was already angry, even angrier.

She said angrily, "Ye Zhenzhen, it was just a friendly spar, we're all family, why did you have to be so ruthless?"

Ye Zhenzhen completely ignored the mad dog that was biting people indiscriminately, and turned her head to look at Ye Shiqing who was standing in the middle, "Second Grandfather, are you alright?"

Ye Shiqing had already come to his senses. Looking at Ye Zhenzhen, he shook his head slightly and said, "It's nothing."

After saying that, he gave Ye Zhenzhen a hearty smile, "Little girl, you're quite the hidden talent!"

Ye Zhenzhen smiled and said, "Keep it low-key."

After saying that, she grabbed her brother Ye Zhenwen and prepared to leave.

But it was blocked again.

Ye Zhenrong took a step forward and blocked Ye Zhenzhen's path.

When Ye Zhenwen saw this, he flashed forward and stood in front of Ye Zhenzhen, facing Ye Zhenrong directly.

Ye Zhenrong could no longer see Ye Zhenzhen, so he shouted at Ye Zhenwen, "Get out of the way."

Ye Zhenwen remained gentle, "Fifth Brother, what do you want to do? Are you going to make a move?"

Ye Shibai said with dissatisfaction, "Rong'er, come back."

Ye Zhenrong remained unmoved, staring directly at Ye Zhenwen. "She attacked without restraint, and you're just going to stand by and watch?"

Ye Zhenwen pulled his younger sister behind him, shielding her completely, before slowly saying, "This is already quite sensible."

"Or do you think that Zhen'er should lose to Second Grandfather? That would be considered proper conduct?"

Ye Zhenrong's face flushed red from the retort. "That's not what I meant. I almost hurt Second Grandfather just now, didn't you see?"

Ye Zhenwen looked at Ye Zhenrong and said, word by word, "You weren't hurt, were you?"

"Besides, if you don't go all out during sparring and let your opponent see your weaknesses so you can practice more, are you just waiting to lose your life when you go out to travel?"

Ye Zhenrong's face immediately turned very ugly. What he said made perfect sense.

He turned to look at Ye Shiqing, who didn't know what to say.

Seeing his son's embarrassment, Ye Anbo smoothed things over, saying, "Alright, the competition is over. Go back and rest."

Ye Zhenwen, holding his sister's hand, walked past Ye Zhenrong and went forward.

When Ye Zhenzhen passed by Ye Zhenrong, her eyes darkened, filled with disdain.

This action once again stung Ye Zhenrong's heart. When did Zhen'er become like this?

Why did things turn out this way?

Ye Zhenrong froze, standing there woodenly.

After everyone else had left, Ye Anbo walked over to his son and took him back to his room.

He closed the door, said nothing, and waited for Ye Zhenrong to figure it out on her own.

Ye Zhenzhen returned to her room, looking at Ye Zhenwen with a guilty expression, and cautiously approached her brother, "Brother, do you also think I did something wrong?"

Ye Zhenwen shook his head, "No, in general, it's not appropriate."

Ye Zhenzhen sat down on the stool next to her brother, fawned over him, served him hot tea, and pretended to be eager to learn.

Ye Zhenwen rolled his eyes at Ye Zhenzhen, then picked up his tea to save face and took a sip. “It’s true that you want to show your strength and gain more say, but almost injuring Second Grandfather with a sword in front of so many people has hurt his pride.”

"Find some time to apologize to your second grandfather."

Ye Zhenzhen thought about it and agreed, "Okay."

Ye Zhenwen looked at Ye Zhenzhen with concern, "Zhen'er, can you control your sword intent now?"

Ye Zhenzhen smiled and nodded, "It's fine now. You can control it freely. I just wanted to try it out today."

"The result was not bad."

Ye Zhenwen's brows relaxed slightly. "Zhen'er, cultivating your mind is also very important. Never let your mind be clouded."

Ye Zhenzhen nodded emphatically, "Don't worry, brother, everything will be alright."

Ye Zhenwen smiled and changed the subject, "Isn't there something wrong with that servant?"