Chapter 11: Ye Haoyu, You’ve Gone Too Far

After organizing his thoughts, just as Ye Junlin was preparing to leave the inner space of the Demon Ape Tower, a faint hum suddenly resonated from the seed of the Primordial Reincarnation Tree within his dantian.

What was this? After being nourished for so many days, could it be that the seed was finally about to sprout? The idea flashed through Ye Junlin’s mind in an instant. At the thought, his breathing grew a little rapid. Focusing his intent, he quickly turned his attention inward to his dantian.

Within the dantian region, before the colossal ancient demon ape that towered ten thousand meters high, the emerald green seed of the Primordial Reincarnation Tree suddenly split open. A sapling brimming with an intense aura of life began to grow at a wild pace. In the blink of an eye, the seedling had become a lush little tree, a full meter tall, its branches flourishing.

During this process, Ye Junlin noticed an incredibly peculiar connection forming between himself and the small tree. The sensation was mysterious—it was as if he was the tree, and the tree was him. With a single thought, a vine-like, supple branch shot out from Ye Junlin’s palm. Under his will, the branch changed shape at will, weaving itself into a pair of large hands that gently scooped up Yingying.

“Heh, how intriguing. This Primordial Reincarnation Tree really is extraordinary,” Ye Junlin murmured, unable to suppress a low chuckle. “Not only can I control it at will, but if I use it in battle, I could definitely catch my enemies off guard.”

After playing with his new power for a while, Ye Junlin finally left the inner space of the Demon Ape Tower and returned to his own room. Through the window, he gazed out at the world bathed in the golden light of morning. The sky was already painted with beautiful red clouds.

“A new day begins again,” he exhaled a heavy breath, clearing the stale air from his chest. “Time to get ready and head to the Danbao Pavilion to buy herbs for refining the Foundation Cultivation Pill.”

But just as he stripped off his soiled clothes and prepared to wash up before heading out, a coarse shout erupted outside his courtyard gate.

“Ye Chuan, it’s me, Ye Haoyu! Did you really think hiding in this loser Ye Junlin’s place would keep me from finding you? Get out here! I swear I’ll break your legs today!”

Ye Haoyu’s bellow rang through the courtyard, loud and menacing.

“What the hell?” Ye Junlin’s face darkened instantly. “That bastard Ye Haoyu actually dares to show up here?”

In the courtyard, Ye Chuan, Uncle Fu, and Ye Xiaoya, who were preparing breakfast, were thrown into a panic.

“It’s Ye Haoyu! He’s really come?” Ye Xiaoya cried anxiously. “Ye Chuan, hurry, you need to hide!”

“Hide?” Ye Haoyu’s mocking voice came from beyond the courtyard wall. “Ye Chuan, do you really think you can hide from me under my very nose?”

The next moment, Ye Haoyu burst into the courtyard, appearing right before Ye Chuan. Ye Xiaoya, Ye Chuan, and Uncle Fu grew even more tense at the sight of his malicious grin.

“What do you want, Ye Haoyu?” Ye Chuan demanded, his face grim as he held the breakfast he’d just brought from the kitchen. “I don’t recall ever offending you. Why won’t you leave me alone?”

With a sudden movement, Ye Haoyu viciously kicked the dishes out of Ye Chuan’s hands, sending the carefully prepared breakfast—meant for Ye Junlin—crashing to the ground.

Seeing his efforts ruined, rage surged uncontrollably within Ye Chuan.

“You’ve gone too far, Ye Haoyu!” Ye Chuan roared, his face flushed with fury.

Knowing the conflict was unavoidable, Ye Chuan’s power at the sixth level of the Opening Vein Realm erupted within him. He raised a fist and swung it with all his might at Ye Haoyu.

Ye Xiaoya’s hands clenched tightly in anxiety, her heart desperately praying for Ye Chuan’s victory.

But before she could even catch her breath, Ye Haoyu’s leg shot out, landing a brutal kick to Ye Chuan’s chest. Caught completely off guard, Ye Chuan was sent flying backward, blood trickling from his lips.

How could this be? How could Ye Haoyu be so strong? Ye Chuan, already at the sixth level of the Opening Vein Realm, couldn’t even withstand a single blow?

Everything had happened too quickly—the arrival of Ye Haoyu, the attack, the injury. In just a second or two, Ye Xiaoya’s mind went utterly blank.

At that moment, a loud crack echoed as Ye Junlin threw open his door and rushed out, urgency written on his face. Seeing Ye Chuan lying on the ground, blood at the corner of his mouth and his expression twisted in pain, Ye Junlin’s gaze snapped to Ye Haoyu, his eyes hard and his face dark as a storm.