Volume One, Chapter Two: The Elder of the Azure Clan

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Hearing his name being called, Qin Feng instinctively lifted his head, his gaze naturally falling upon Jiang Yun. But at that moment, his heart suddenly trembled, as if gripped tightly by an invisible force. Jiang Yun’s usually calm eyes now seemed engulfed by a raging fire, filled with a terrifying malice. The murderous intent radiating from his gaze was so intense it seemed to overflow from his eyes, sending a chilling cold through Qin Feng.

Qin Feng’s lips moved slightly; he tried to convey his concern silently. Despite the noisy surroundings, he carefully uttered a few words: “You don’t intend to kill Ye Chen, do you?” Jiang Yun nodded.

Qin Feng was momentarily stunned but then thought the idea might work—after all, if they killed him, the blame wouldn’t fall on them. Still, he felt they should consult Jiang Wu before taking action. But Jiang Yun was impatient; he leaned close to Qin Feng’s ear and whispered, “Let’s go to his place now. I want to kill him!”

Meanwhile, Ye Chen returned to his courtyard. Calling it a courtyard was generous—it was little more than a small yard made up of a few low thatched huts. Everything inside was crafted by Ye Chen himself from bamboo outside the yard: a table, two chairs, and a simple bed. Nothing else.

This was vastly different from the treatment given to Ye Chen’s sword-seed disciples. Yet Ye Chen did not feel discouraged or neglect his cultivation because of this. Instead, it reignited his passion for training. At that moment, he resolved to return to his peak.

He lay down on the bed, sat cross-legged, palms facing upward, and closed his eyes. Moments later, with mind and spirit unified, Ye Chen entered a state of cultivation.

He found himself in a dark space, accompanied only by a sparse scattering of starlight. Long after, the starlight remained unchanged. No transformation came over him; even the spiritual energy accumulating in his dantian was dissipating.

Seeing this, he hurriedly took out some items from his disciple’s kit: a few low-grade spiritual herbs and ten inferior spirit stones. With a thought, he began to use them.

By the time he reached the ninth stone, not only had his cultivation not advanced, but the spiritual energy in his dantian was still fading. Staring at the last spirit stone, Ye Chen hesitated, thinking, “This is the final one. If this doesn’t work, there may be no other chance.”

He pondered for a long time without making a move, caught in deep conflict.

Suddenly, with a loud bang, his door was kicked open.

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Two figures entered from outside: Jiang Yun and Qin Feng.

Interrupted, Ye Chen looked up, surprise flashing in his eyes. “Why are you here?”

“Oh, still cultivating!” Qin Feng sneered.

“Still not giving up,” Jiang Yun added.

“Well then, we’ll make sure you do!” With that, the two struck simultaneously. Qin Feng, slightly weaker, was at the same realm as Ye Chen—the mid-stage of the Tongmai realm.

The three clashed.

At first, Ye Chen managed to fend them off with his years of combat experience, but his advantage gradually waned. The gap in their realms was too great; battle experience alone could not compensate.

Soon, Jiang Yun’s Wind-Thunder Palm sent Ye Chen flying back several meters. This second-tier technique combined wind and thunder attributes, making it far stronger than typical third-tier techniques—more than enough to handle a late-stage body-tempered cultivator.

Ye Chen coughed heavily, spitting blood onto the ground.

Outmatched by the two, he struggled to stand and faced them squarely.

Seeing Ye Chen pale and staggering, about to collapse, Jiang Yun grew triumphant, his anger subsiding.

He loomed over him and said, “Ye Chen, you are an orphan. I will notify the sect to handle your affairs, claiming you died from deviant cultivation gone awry.”

“As for your sister, I’ll take good care of her,” he added with a malicious grin.

Then, to ensure Ye Chen’s death, Jiang Yun struck him several more times. Only when Ye Chen’s eyes closed did he stop, leaving behind an ancient black-covered book on Ye Chen’s body.

Satisfied, Jiang Yun left.

Before departing Ye Chen’s courtyard, Jiang Yun released his spiritual perception to confirm Ye Chen’s breath was gone. Only then did he leave with a fake smile that was repulsive in its duplicity.

Shortly after they left, the black book on the ground opened on its own, and a talisman-like golden paper slipped out from between its pages. A faint bloodstain on it began to move, gradually condensing into a blood bead the size of a longan fruit, surrounded by a halo of blood energy.

Before it fully formed, it was already frantically absorbing Ye Chen’s blood, then it slipped inside his body.

Though barely conscious, Ye Chen fought against death, desperately clutching at a gray pouch in an attempt to retrieve a pill to heal his wounds. But before he could, his vision darkened, and he slipped into unconsciousness.

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While unconscious, the blood bead ignited within Ye Chen’s body, merging with his blood. The previous flaw in his dantian that prevented storing spiritual energy was repaired, signaling his imminent arrival at the Tongmai realm.

Half an hour later, when he woke, he immediately sensed a change in his body. His ability to absorb spiritual energy had accelerated, long-standing ailments healed, and some of his lost cultivation was restored. He felt remarkably light and refreshed.

Startled by this, Ye Chen scanned his meridians and suddenly noticed a blood bead wrapped in blood energy floating in his dantian. It looked ordinary, like any common pill.

Yet his sixth sense told him this was no pill, but a priceless treasure.

Why was it inside my body?

As Ye Chen pondered this, an inexplicable force pulled him into a space.

The space was pitch black, utterly devoid of light.

Alert, Ye Chen prepared to react, but before he could move, a hoarse voice echoed through the darkness.

“Young one, are you the one who has obtained my Azure Blood Bead?”

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