Clan Cultivation: The Ye Clan

Upon hearing this, Ye Anlin looked at Ye Anbo in shock. He already had a guess in his mind: was Ye Anbo preparing to take action against the Zheng family?

The four of them nodded in unison.

Ye Zhenrong asked worriedly, "What if the Zheng family retaliates? What will happen to our Ye family...?"

Can you handle it?

Although he didn't finish his sentence, everyone understood what he meant.

Ye Anbo nodded emphatically, "Don't worry, everything has been arranged."

After saying that, Ye Anbo dispelled the formation and left the stands.

While the four of them were still processing the news, it was Ye Zhenwen's turn to go on stage.

Ye Zhenzhen said to her brother, "Be careful."

Ye Zhenwen nodded, "Don't worry."

After saying that, Ye Zhenwen leaped onto the high platform.

Ye Zhenzhen looked at her brother's opponent, a woman.

Turning to Ye Anlin, she asked, "Uncle Anlin, who is she?"

Ye Anlin frowned. "It seems to be Zheng Huaixin."

"That legendary, highly capable concubine's daughter?"

"Yes."

Ye Zhenzhen suddenly fell silent, staring straight at the woman.

Wearing a pale yellow robe and with a baby face, she easily evokes a sense of closeness in others.

With her big, round eyes, delicate nose, cherry lips, and shallow dimples at the corners of her mouth, she truly gives off the vibe of a sweet girl next door.

Ye Zhenzhen said, "With such a beautiful appearance, you really can't tell that she's a woman with such a deep mind!"

“That’s right, right now, everyone who has met her is praising her!” Ye Anlin said.

"Oh dear, I wonder if my brother can handle this?"

The discussion was in full swing, and Ye Zhenwen, who had just stepped onto the stage, was also looking at the young girl opposite him.

Seeing her obedient appearance, Ye Zhenwen was taken aback, as if he were seeing his younger sister when she was a child, and he couldn't help but want to go easy on her.

Seeing Ye Zhenwen's expression, Zheng Huaixin on the opposite side smiled slightly. It seemed that this match should be easy to win.

Zheng Huaixin said sweetly, "Brother, my cultivation is not high, please be merciful."

That one word, "brother," snapped Ye Zhenwen back to his senses and put him on high alert.

At such a young age, he is already so adept at manipulating people's minds; he seems like a formidable opponent.

Ye Zhenwen summoned his flying sword and swung it at Zheng Huaixin.

Zheng Huaixin dodged in a flash, scolding, "Brother, why didn't you say anything before you attacked? That's really too much!"

Ye Zhenwen endured the disgusting words and continued his attacks.

"If you're going to fight, then fight. Stop talking so much nonsense."

Zheng Huaixin finally became serious, "Since that's the case, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Zheng Huaixin sat down cross-legged, took out her seven-stringed zither, and casually plucked a string, producing a melodious sound.

Ye Zhenwen retreated instantly, using his sword to support his body.

what's the situation?

Why do I feel dizzy and disoriented?

Ye Zhenwen shook his head vigorously, trying to stop the spinning.

Useless.

Not only did it not alleviate the pain, but it also caused a stinging sensation in the mind.

How to do?

How to do?

Just as Ye Zhenwen was deep in thought, the people in the stands also noticed something unusual.

Ye Zhenzhen immediately stood up and looked at her brother, who was struggling to support her on the high platform.

This is a sonic attack that directly targets the divine consciousness.

How to do?

How can I remind my brother?

Ye Zhenzhen was extremely anxious in the audience.

Ye Zhenwen released the sword in his hand, made a hand seal, and sealed off his five senses, attempting to block the transmission of sound in this way.

At this moment, Zheng Huaixin on the other side said with a smile, "It's no use."

Although Ye Zhenwen did not hear it, he saw Zheng Huaixin's lip movements.

Since that's the case, Ye Zhenwen directly summoned his alchemy furnace, saying, "My darling, I'm counting on you."

Ye Zhenwen picked up the flying sword, sheathed it, and smiled slightly at Zheng Huaixin.

Zheng Huaixin looked at Ye Zhenwen, who was still struggling against her, and said with a smile, "Overestimating yourself."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of "DuangDuangDuang" sounds rang out.

what's the situation?

Looking up, I saw Ye Zhenwen smashing the alchemy furnace with his sword sheath, making a loud noise.

That sound is loud enough to drown out my own piano playing, impossible!

Zheng Huaixin's face was full of disbelief. How could this be!

Who in their right mind would use their precious alchemy furnace like that?

What a waste!

Zheng Huaixin angrily stopped what she was doing and just stared blankly at Ye Zhenwen's movements.

Seeing Zheng Huaixin like this, Ye Zhenwen continued to tap the alchemy furnace while using his other hand to perform a hand seal, activating the sword control technique.

The flying sword took off automatically and stabbed directly at Zheng Huaixin.

By the time Zheng Huaixin realized what was happening, the flying sword was already in front of her.

Zheng Huaixin quickly got up and dodged the flying sword.

He had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the flying sword continue flying straight ahead.

With a sharp "clang," the strings snapped.

It turns out that the flying sword's original goal was to destroy the strings of the zither.

Zheng Huaixin's eyes were bloodshot as she glared fiercely at Ye Zhenwen. "Very well, you have thoroughly enraged me."

Only then did Zheng Huaixin reveal her true colors.

Ye Zhenwen retrieved his flying sword, put away the alchemy furnace, and smiled at Zheng Huaixin, "You've been pretending all this time, aren't you tired?"

"court death."

Zheng Huaixin summoned her soft sword and thrust it directly at Ye Zhenwen.

Ye Zhenwen, wielding his flying sword, also thrust forward.

With a clang, the two swords clashed.

Ye Zhenwen and Zheng Huaixin locked eyes, both with fierce intent in their gazes.

In a flash, the two separated, and Ye Zhenwen's wrist unconsciously twisted slightly.

This little girl looks so delicate and frail, but she's incredibly strong.

Zheng Huaixin wasn't much better off; her hands were sore from the shaking, but she didn't dare show it.

Wasn't he supposed to be an alchemist? How come he's not lacking in swordsmanship either?

Without much thought, Zheng Huaixin, wielding her flying sword, focused all her strength on parrying and dodging Ye Zhenwen's continuous sword attacks.

This beating lasted for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Ye Zhenwen pierced Zheng Huaixin's shoulder with his sword. "Girl, admit defeat. Your right hand probably won't be able to hold the flying sword for the time being."

Zheng Huaixin smiled and gave a slight bow with her left hand, "Thank you for your mercy, young master."

Ye Zhenwen sheathed his flying sword and prepared to walk off the stage.

Zheng Huaixin smiled mysteriously. How naive!

Holding the sword in his left hand, he swiftly thrust it towards Ye Zhenwen.

Ye Zhenzhen in the stands shouted, "Brother, be careful!"

Ye Zhenwen revealed a triumphant smile, held his sword in his right hand, and pierced Zheng Huaixin's dantian with a single strike.

A look of panic crossed his face. "You, you, you, so stubborn!"

After saying that, he put on a pained expression and said, "I already said I would let you go, why are you so stubborn?"

Zheng Huaixin's face was full of shock. She looked down at her pierced dantian, and her anger surged. Her throat tightened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

A complicated expression appeared on his face, "You...you...you..."

The rest of the words were impossible to utter because of the rush of blood to my head.