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The disciple, upon hearing the words, quickly agreed and turned to leave. In the hall, only Tian Jian Lao Ren remained, gazing out at the vast sea of clouds beyond the window, his mind swirling with countless thoughts.
The next morning, as dawn broke, Qian Youfeng led a group of guards from Foundation Peak, marching in unison with an imposing presence towards Ye Family Ancestor. The city lord, Feng Wuyou, followed closely behind, a step behind, his expression grave, as if foretelling the extraordinary events about to unfold.
Upon reaching the entrance of Ye Family Ancestor, Qian Youfeng paused momentarily. His cultivation surged suddenly, sweeping through the area like a violent storm, instantly enveloping the entire Ye Residence. His voice was deep and powerful, as if containing immense force, booming: "Ye Xingchen, get out here!"
The sound rolled forth like thunder, shaking the Ye Family Ancestor and causing chaos among its people. The guards of Ye Family Ancestor looked terrified and retreated in fear, unable to meet the gaze of this formidable visitor. The clan members exchanged glances, unsure of how to react.
Qian Youfeng's actions were clearly intentional. He aimed to use his overwhelming cultivation and might to instill fear in the hearts of Ye Family Ancestor's members, making it easier to subdue Ye Xingchen later.
The sky above Ye Family Ancestor darkened with Qian Youfeng's arrival. Soon after, in the back courtyard, Ye Xingchen felt the oppressive force approaching. His mind stirred as thoughts raced through him. These people from Tianfeng Prefecture truly did not know their place.
Just as the members of Ye Family Ancestor were filled with panic and uncertainty, Ye Xingchen's figure suddenly appeared before the gate like a ghost. Upon seeing Ancestor Ye emerge, everyone felt a wave of relief wash over them and bowed respectfully to Ye Xingchen.
Ye Xingchen waved his hand gently, signaling for everyone to refrain from excessive formalities. He then turned his gaze towards Qian Youfeng with eyes as cold as ice and asked in a deep voice: "What is your purpose in coming here?" As he spoke, he lightly waved his hand, causing the oppressive aura surrounding Qian Youfeng and his men to vanish without a trace.
Seeing this, Qian Youfeng was secretly alarmed; he had not expected Ye Xingchen's strength to reach Duke level. Such cultivation was enough to shake an entire faction.
He quickly retracted his own oppressive aura and clasped his hands towards Ye Xingchen, saying: "Ye Xingchen, you have provoked Tianfeng Prefecture. I initially intended to eliminate you here but reconsidered; your journey has not been easy. If you can submit to Tianfeng Prefecture and serve me as Duke, I am willing to grant you any city within Tianfeng County. It would be far better than wasting your life in this remote Feng Lei City."
Qian Youfeng's words carried a hint of temptation as he tried to persuade Ye Xingchen to align with Tianfeng Prefecture. However, Ye Xingchen remained unfazed; disdain flickered in his eyes. He replied loudly: "Thank you for your kindness, Duke. I am but a simple countryman who wishes only to tend to my small plot of land and live out my days peacefully." His voice was calm but carried an undeniable firmness.
Upon hearing this, Qian Youfeng's expression turned icy as he retorted fiercely: "Since you refuse my goodwill and choose punishment instead, do not blame me for being impolite!" As soon as he finished speaking, he unleashed a powerful wave of pressure that surged towards Ye Xingchen like a torrential flood.
Qian Youfeng chuckled inwardly: Even if you have broken through to Duke level, you are merely at the First Level of Marquis; how could you possibly compare with me, an established Duke at the second level? Before me, I am a towering giant while you are but an ant.
Yet facing Qian Youfeng's overwhelming pressure, Ye Xingchen appeared remarkably composed. A faint smile played on his lips as he calmly raised his palm and executed the first move of the Heavenly Rank Cultivation Method—Xuanbing Palm—called Han Bing Chu Xian.
In an instant, chilling energy emanated from Ye Xingchen's palm as surging spiritual power flowed towards Qian Youfeng like an icy tide. Where that cold air passed through, it seemed to freeze the very air itself with cracking sounds echoing around.
Seeing this scene unfold, Qian Youfeng sneered dismissively; he did not regard Ye Xingchen’s attack as a threat at all. He clenched his fist tightly and unleashed Blazing Fist. The fist wind howled forward with endless flames like a volcanic eruption crashing towards Ye Xingchen's palm strike.
In that moment, ice and fire clashed together with a deafening roar. The air filled with acrid smoke and biting coldness. When Qian Youfeng's Blazing Fist met Ye Xingchen's attack, it shattered instantly; Qian Youfeng was sent flying back several meters with blood pouring from his arm.
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