Chapter 8: My Good Brother, Ye Chuan

Outside Black Dragon City, at the Iron Sword Sect.

"That Ye Junlin from the Ye family is simply too arrogant. He actually killed Ye Xinyun, He Yidao's cousin, right in front of us, ignoring our warnings."

On their way back to the Iron Sword Sect, two men from the sect discussed Ye Junlin with grim expressions.

Before long, they arrived at the sect and met He Yidao.

"What did you say? My cousin Ye Xinyun was killed by that good-for-nothing Ye Junlin?"

The moment he heard of Ye Xinyun's death, He Yidao was overcome with grief and rage, and erupted in fury.

The two men kneeling before him trembled in terror, barely daring to breathe, their legs shaking uncontrollably.

"You useless fools! I had you stay by Xinyun's side to protect him!"

"Now that he's dead, what use are you? Why did you bother returning at all?"

"Why wasn't it you two useless wretches who died instead?"

He Yidao growled in a chilling, sinister voice.

With a metallic ring, He Yidao suddenly drew the longsword from his waist and swung it down viciously at the heads of the two kneeling men.

Two dull thuds sounded in quick succession, and their heads were instantly severed and fell to the ground.

"Heh, Ye Junlin, is it? You have some nerve, daring to kill even my cousin."

He Yidao let out a cold, sinister laugh as he looked at the corpses lying in pools of blood.

"Young Master He, I heard Ye Junlin has a younger sister named Ye Xiaoya," a man standing nearby suddenly spoke.

"Oh? He has a sister?" At these words, a cold, ruthless light flashed in He Yidao's eyes.

...

Ye Jingyue, just you wait. At the family tournament in a month's time, I, Ye Junlin, will surely defeat you.

I will trample you, who sit high above, beneath my feet.

I will reclaim the Dragon Tiger Token and everything that rightfully belongs to me.

Leaving the Ye clan's reception hall, Ye Junlin clenched his fists tightly as he walked home, a low growl echoing in his heart.

"Hmm, Ye Chuan said a while ago that he was going into seclusion to try and break through to the sixth level of Vein Opening... I wonder if he succeeded?"

"In this cold and unfeeling Ye family, aside from Xiaoya and Uncle Fu, my only real friend is Ye Chuan."

"If Ye Chuan knew I could cultivate now, he'd definitely be thrilled."

"Heh, I must go visit that guy in a few days."

As he walked, Ye Junlin's thoughts drifted. Thinking of Ye Chuan, he couldn't help but grin to himself.

Soon, his figure appeared before the small courtyard where he, Xiaoya, and Uncle Fu lived.

As soon as he arrived, Ye Junlin saw Xiaoya in the courtyard, beaming as she chatted with Uncle Fu.

His arrival startled both of them, and their faces lit up with radiant smiles when they saw him.

"Ha ha, Brother, you're back!"

"Brother, you're amazing! You even killed Ye Xinyun, who was at the sixth level of Vein Opening!"

In that instant, Xiaoya was as happy as a child. She threw herself into Ye Junlin's arms, her joy overflowing.

"Xiaoya, oh? You two are really well informed—how did you find out so quickly?"

Looking at Xiaoya, who smiled like a little child in his embrace, Ye Junlin couldn't help but feel genuine happiness. He gently and dotingly ruffled her hair.

At the same time, Uncle Fu came over, tears of joy glistening at the corners of his eyes.

"Young Master, you can finally cultivate. If the clan leader could return alive from the Longevity Secret Realm, I believe he would be overjoyed."

Learning that Ye Junlin had reached the fifth level of Vein Opening, Uncle Fu's lips trembled with excitement.

Seeing these two who were genuinely happy for him, Ye Junlin felt his heart stirred and couldn't calm down for a long time.

Ah, perhaps this feeling can only be found among those who truly care about you.

"Uncle Fu, Xiaoya, don't worry. I, Ye Junlin, can cultivate now."

"I believe my father will not die. No matter what, I will bring him back from the Longevity Secret Realm."

Ye Junlin patted Uncle Fu's shoulder, his voice full of determination.

"Brother, I believe you can do it," Xiaoya said, nodding vigorously.

"Brother, we have a guest," Xiaoya said to Ye Junlin.

"Oh? A guest?" Ye Junlin's eyes lit up.

Could it be that guy? He already had a hunch who it was.

He walked into the courtyard.

From behind a large tree, Ye Chuan suddenly leaped out, making faces at Ye Junlin.

"Ha ha! Ye Junlin, your Brother Chuan has come to see you—aren't you happy?"

Ye Chuan laughed heartily, swaggering over to Ye Junlin.

"Heh, Chuan, I knew it was you! Did you manage to break through during your seclusion?"

Looking at Ye Chuan's playful antics, Ye Junlin couldn't help but laugh.

"Of course! I'm now a mighty cultivator at the sixth level of Vein Opening!"

"But, Ye, you're really something! After so many years of silence, you've stunned everyone with a single feat!"

"You even took down Ye Xinyun, who was at the sixth level. Here, Ye, these are ten Vitality Pills—take them to help you master supreme techniques as soon as possible."

With admiration on his face, Ye Chuan handed over ten Vitality Pills.

"Ten Vitality Pills? Ye Chuan, where did you get so many?"

Seeing the ten pills, Ye Junlin was taken aback.

Ten Vitality Pills were worth a fortune. The clan only handed out two a year. He never dreamed Ye Chuan would suddenly give him ten.