A voice sounded, and many gazes looked over. The newcomer was none other than Ye Haotian's son Ye Xiu.
One contemptuous, disdainful look after another was cast his way.
These people had all come to curry favor with Yue Wuya, so of course they would not give Ye Xiu any kind face.
Ye Xiu walked up to Bei Bingxing Huang and respectfully cupped his fists. "Disciple Ye Xiu pays his respects to Bei Bingxing Huang."
Bei Bingxing Huang completely ignored Ye Xiu. With his status, he had no need to pay any mind to an outer sect disciple, moreover one who, despite his recent notoriety, still seemed frivolous and was only at the first stage of Stellar Origin. Thus, Bei Bingxing Huang held no goodwill for Ye Xiu.
"Ye Xiu, you still have the gall to come back?" Yue Wuya said resentfully, eyes full of disdain.
Ye Xiu smiled. "This is my home, why wouldn't I return? Besides, I still have to be here tomorrow to watch my father retain his post as Defender General with my own eyes."
"For such a glorious occasion, of course I had to come back."
As Ye Xiu spoke, disdainful laughter sounded around him.
Retain his post as Defender General?
Now everyone knew that because Yue Wuya was the Chosen One, the post of Defender General would certainly go to the Moon Sect's general. This was already an indisputable fact.
Yue Wuya's gaze hardened as he stood before Ye Xiu. "What can you possibly compete with me for? With just your fists?"
Ye Xiu leaned in close to Yue Wuya's ear and said coldly, "Yes, with my fists!"
Having said that, Ye Xiu brushed past Yue Wuya. Under the many watching eyes, he walked toward the Ye Estate, saying as he went, "So many people here today. Still, I should head back to congratulate my father."
Watching Ye Xiu's receding figure, an icy killing intent gradually appeared in Yue Wuya's eyes.
Your fists? How much can they possibly weigh?
Ye Estate.
Rear Garden, Lakeview Pavilion.
Clang—
A vast rainbow-like aura, bold and vigorous, rang out; the melodious warbling gave one the feeling of a peerless general solo-charging through hundreds of thousands of enemies, utterly fearless and blood-boiling. Yet, beneath the domineering melody was a hint of tragedy, the lake's surface rippled gently, leaves fluttered down, and grief drifted through the garden that should have been thriving.
At this moment, following the music, Ye Xiu slowly walked into the garden. His heart couldn't help but ache, and he squeezed out a smile. "Father, I'm back."
The music stopped abruptly. Sitting in the pavilion was Ye Haotian, his face resolute and bearing several deep sword scars. He slowly stood up. "Xiu'er."
Beside Ye Haotian and holding the Green Dragon Sword, Fan Tong also exclaimed in delight, "Young master, you've returned?"
Ye Xiu entered the pavilion, smiling. "Of course I came back. Otherwise, how could I watch Father defend his post as Defender General tomorrow?"
At these words, Ye Haotian's eyes shuddered imperceptibly.
Ye Xiu actually knew why his father was soattached to the role of Defender General. In everyone's eyes, Ye Haotian was a man of iron will, but in his mother's eyes, he was a man of great tenderness.
Eighteen years ago, when Ye Xiu had just been born, his mother suddenly disappeared. The night before she vanished, she had told Father not to look for her, that finding her would bring disaster upon the entire Ye family. She knew Father's lifelong ambition was to become the strongest general of the Canglong Dynasty, and she hoped that if she ever returned, she could witness with her own eyes Father standing at the pinnacle of the Canglong Dynasty.
From then on, Ye Haotian had fought and built up military exploits tirelessly. In just eight short years, with a hundred battles and hundred victories to his name, he became the youngest Defender General in the Canglong Dynasty's history.
But now, it was very likely that, because of Ye Xiu, Ye Haotian would completely fall from his post of Defender General.
Ye Haotian smiled. "No matter. Being able to see you grow up, I'm already very content."
Ye Xiu said nothing, but slowly sat down in front of the zither. Hooking his fingers over the strings, he resolutely said, "Father, listen to the end of this piece, and you'll understand why I'm so determined."
A peerless piece, dedicated to my father!
Clang—
The music swelled.
With the very first strumming of the zither strings, the expressions on Ye Haotian's and Fan Tong's faces instantly changed.
It was musical intent!
With just that one note, a shocking scene flooded their minds—the general riding his warhorse, alone against an army of a million!
The second note rang out, and in an instant chaos erupted, the general leading the army to battle, the sounds of slaughter reaching a thousand miles, heaven and earth changing color. The general rode alone at a gallop, just one man, yet causing the million-strong army to pale in comparison. Every swing of his sword had the momentum of a rainbow, felling tens of thousands, the music growing ever more urgent, the battle increasingly fierce, the general alone among the millions with no one able to stop him!
The song ended, the setting sun cast the world in twilight. On the vast landscape, corpses blanketed the earth, the general's Three Feet Sword pointing at the ground, blood flowing along the blade.
One man, annihilating a million elite troops.
Lording over the world!
Boom boom boom—
As the final note faded, columns of water could be seen bursting from the lake, like soaring dragons swirling around the pavilion.
At this moment, Ye Haotian was still immersed in the music.
Although Ye Xiu's playing was awful, just random plucking, the artistic conception was undoubtedly telling him that he was that unrivaled general!
Fan Tong was so shocked he couldn't speak. He would never have imagined that after just a few days at the Celestial Origin Saint Palace, the young master had grasped musical intent!
Burning flames blazed in Ye Xiu's eyes. "Father, trust me. This time when I returned, no one will be able to steal your post of Defender General. That glory belongs solely to you. I won't let anyone take it away!"
The dim light in Ye Haotian's eyes suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance.
In just ten days, Ye Xiu had comprehended musical intent!
One should know that although Ye Haotian was no pure zither master, he did often play the zither and had been doing so for over ten years now. Yet in artistic conception, Ye Xiu's just now piece was on a whole different level compared to his.
Ye Haotian threw back his head and laughed heartily, slapping Ye Xiu's shoulder in excitement. "For me, Ye Haotian, to have such an extraordinary son, what more could I not believe in!"
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
