Clan Cultivation: The Ye Clan

Ye Zhenzhen and Ye Zhenrong walked into the courtyard for a while before they sensed someone following them.

The two exchanged a glance, thinking to themselves that they were being watched.

The two changed direction and, instead of returning to the courtyard, went straight out of the city and walked to a grove of trees about 500 miles from the city gate. The area was sparsely populated, making it perfect for a robbery.

As soon as she left the city, Ye Zhenzhen carefully sensed them with her divine sense. They were just two cultivators at the fifth level of Qi Refining. She guessed they were just taking advantage of their generosity.

Once they arrived here, Ye Zhenzhen and Ye Zhenrong stopped walking and waited for the two people in the same spot.

They sensed that the two had stopped a short distance away and were no longer approaching.

Ye Zhenrong spoke up: "Fellow Daoist, we've been following you all this way, and we're waiting for you here. Why don't you continue on your way?"

Two men dressed in black, realizing they had been exposed, came out.

Ye Zhenzhen looked at the two people and thought to herself, "Wearing black clothes in broad daylight, these robbers are really unprofessional."

Ye Zhenrong: "Fellow Daoist, let's talk things over. May I ask what brings you two with us?"

One of the men in black said, "We're a bit short on cash lately. Seeing how generous you two young fellow Daoists are, we'd like to borrow some spirit stones from you."

Ye Zhenzhen thought to herself, "To make robbery sound so easy, they must have a talent for language. But to dare to do something like this at only level 5 of Qi Refining, it really is true that the bold get rich while the timid starve."

Ye Zhenrong: "Our spirit stones didn't fall from the sky, why do you think we would lend them? Or do you think we're young and easy to fool?"

Another man in black said impatiently, "Stop your endless chatter and just attack. Why waste time?" With that, he leaped forward, patted his storage bag, pulled out a long sword, and slashed at Ye Zhenzhen.

Ye Zhenzhen stared wide-eyed at the knife swinging towards her, and instantly used her butterfly step to dodge to the left.

Thinking to myself, "Damn it, you have no sportsmanship, and you're bullying a child."

Thinking this to himself, he didn't stop, patting his storage bag to take out ten fireball talismans and throwing them at the person who came.

Instantly, a series of crackling explosions rang out in the air, and the person who had just entered dodged left and right.

Seizing the opportunity, Ye Zhenzhen threw five more fireball talismans to the left of the newcomer, then used her butterfly step to leap to the right of the newcomer.

As the person dodged to the right, he instantly appeared in front of them, a slight smile on his face, and stuck a talisman to the person's forehead.

The man was immediately frozen in place. Ye Zhenzhen stood beside him, looking at the two fighting in the distance, thinking to herself, "I'm missing some melon seeds, what a mistake."

On the other side, the two fighting fiercely were another man in black and Ye Zhenrong.

Ye Zhenrong went out this time with the intention of gaining experience, and he happened to meet an opponent at the fifth level of Qi Refining, so he could practice his skills.

Although his opponent's cultivation level was one level lower than his, Ye Zhenrong dared not underestimate him in the slightest. He knew in his heart that it was hard to say what the final outcome would be between someone like him who lacked combat experience and someone like his opponent who had fought his way up from the edge of a knife.

Ye Zhenrong took out his Crimson Phosphorus Sword and used his family's secret sword technique, the Clone Sword Technique, to attack the man in black.

The man in black was overjoyed to see that the sword in the young man's hand was a top-grade magical artifact; it seemed this trip would be very fruitful. He patted his storage bag, took out a large black hammer, and swung it down at Ye Zhenrong.

When Ye Zhenzhen saw the big hammer, she thought to herself, "This hammer is so powerful and it's really fun to swing. After my brother wins, I must play with it and see how it feels."

At this moment, Ye Zhenzhen showed no concern for Fifth Brother whatsoever; she was just a pure bystander.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Zhenrong was seen being swung away by the sledgehammer.

Wow, that flying motion is kind of cool.

If the Ye family's Clone Sword Technique is mastered, it can create one hundred clones to attack the opponent simultaneously, resulting in immense power. This demonstrates the profoundness of this technique. Currently, the best practitioner in the family is the Second Grandfather, who has barely reached the entry level and can create ten clones, making him invincible at the same cultivation level. However, this sword technique also has a major drawback: the more clones created, the more spiritual energy is consumed. In other words, with two clones, the cultivator's spiritual energy is divided in two, and so on. Therefore, when using this sword technique, a swift victory is essential; the longer it drags on, the more disadvantageous it becomes.

Ye Zhenrong can only create one clone at the moment. Originally, two Ye Zhenrongs attacking the man in black at the same time should have been an advantage, but unexpectedly, the opponent was a body-refining cultivator and was using a heavy weapon, a hammer. The advantage was instantly lost.

Ye Zhenzhen thought to herself, "It seems Fifth Brother is going to have a tough time. Come on, Fifth Brother!" With that thought, she also held a handful of talismans in her hand, just in case.

Ye Zhenrong was indeed in a difficult situation. He attacked the man in black while carefully searching for his weaknesses. His swordsmanship was fluid and graceful, but he couldn't harm anyone; instead, the surrounding vegetation suffered.

The man in black was also very nervous. He glanced around and saw that his teammate had been subdued. He was anxious and wanted to quickly finish off this kid to rescue his teammate. Just then, in his haste, the kid seized an opening, and two beams of light pierced straight into his abdomen.

Ye Zhenrong drew the Crimson Phosphorus Sword and held it to the neck of the man in black.

The man in black listlessly lowered the sledgehammer.

Ye Zhenzhen quickly put away the talisman and ran to the side of the hammer. She carefully examined the hammer and thought, "The patterns are rough and the array patterns are incomplete. It can only be considered a mid-grade first-level hammer."

Ye Zhenrong watched helplessly as his younger sister charged straight at the giant hammer; his sister was as unreliable as ever.

Ye Zhenrong brought his sword close to the man in black's neck and asked, "Tell me, why are you robbing us?"

The man in black stiffened his neck, his face resolute.

Ye Zhenzhen placed her hand directly on the top of the man in black's head and began to search his soul. Before long, she knew the whole story.

The man in black's consciousness was instantly shattered; he foamed at the mouth, collapsed to the ground, and lost consciousness.

Ye Zhenzhen said to Ye Zhenrong, "Kill him, it's useless."

Ye Zhenrong stared at his sister in shock, saying nothing. He took the black-clad man's storage bag, killed the two men with two sword strikes, and then used a fireball to destroy the evidence.

After finishing everything, the two returned to their small courtyard in the city.

Sitting at the stone table, Ye Zhenrong looked at Ye Zhenzhen without saying a word, just watching.

Ye Zhenzhen looked at Ye Zhenrong guiltily and said, "Fifth Brother, have some tea."

Ye Zhenrong: "Tell me about it."

Ye Zhenzhen: "Those two were ordered to kill us. We've probably gotten ourselves into trouble."