Shinto Dantei

Seeing Wei Xiang's figure disappearing into the sky, Ye Chen retracted his gaze.

"Ye Chen."

Ji An came over at some point, looking at the distant sky with complicated eyes, "I only heard of Wei Xiang's reputation back then. He is the prime minister of Xiaoyue Dynasty, and his status is extremely high. I didn't expect you to really invite him."

Perhaps Ji An never dreamed that he would be able to deal with Wei Xiang one day.

"In fact, Wei Xiang is a good person, just like you." Ye Chen smiled, and then said, "Has there been any turmoil in the Hundred Kingdoms recently?" "No, there hasn't been any turmoil." Ji An waved his hand, "You shined in the sect exchange competition, how dare they have any disloyalty?" "Are there any situations in other sects?" "Su Aoxue is dead, Lin Wudong was defeated by you, Tianquan Sect lost face, and almost all the disciples have run away. Other sects are the same. I'm afraid that Fengjian Sect has taken advantage of this wave of chaos to recruit many talented disciples. I'm afraid there will be some big moves next." Although Ji An has not been in the Hundred Kingdoms for some time, he still has a thorough understanding of all this. "Fengjian Sect is just struggling to survive." Ye Chen heard this and smiled indifferently. Ye Chen did not have any good impression of Fengjian Sect. When the sect ranking competition comes, Qingxuan Sect will definitely rise by stepping on Fengjian Sect. The entire Hundred Kingdoms can only have one second-class sect! "In the past few months, old man Ji, you have urged the disciples of the sect to practice well. I will not return to the sect. When the sect competition starts, I will naturally be there in person to represent Qingxuan Sect to participate in the competition." Ye Chen smiled. During this period of time, he planned to spend more time with his father in the family. After so many years, now that the father and son are reunited, there are naturally many things to say. "Okay." Ji An's eyes were filled with excitement. He was not worried about these things at all. Ye Chen already had the strength to sweep all the strong men in the land of Hundred Countries. The sect ranking competition was simply a piece of cake. If it were not for the rules, the title could be directly awarded to Qingxuan Sect. The next day, Ye Tianxiao opened his eyes. The first feeling from head to toe was strength. That's right, it was strength! In the past seven years, because of the cold air invading his limbs, Ye Tianxiao had long forgotten what it felt like to have strength. He could not exert his spiritual energy and his combat power. The only word that could describe him was aggrieved. However, after seven years, he actually regained his power!

This feeling, once upon a time, has become a luxury.

"I recovered?"

Ye Tianxiao was very excited. He hurried to think about what happened before, but his brain felt chaotic.

What happened before?

Chen'er?

Yes, it was Chen'er.

He seemed to have found someone to cure him!

Surprisingly, he was cured!

Ye Tianxiao tried to control the spiritual energy.

In the past seven years, he had not held a sword, and he did not know whether the spiritual energy was still used to it, and whether the sword energy was still sharp!

Swish!

A wisp of sword energy appeared in his palm.

Ye Tianxiao's lips were trembling with excitement. He controlled the sword energy and slashed into the void.

The wall in front of him cracked silently.

This power was much stronger than he imagined!

"I finally recovered!"

Ye Tianxiao covered his face, and all the emotions accumulated in the past seven years were vented.

His voice trembled and tears surged.

Outside the door, Ye Chen stood quietly with a smile on his face.

In fact, he had been standing outside the door all along.

Feeling his father's intense emotions, Ye Chen was naturally very happy, but he did not push the door in.

After being suppressed for seven years, his father needed a way to vent.

After he vented, everything would naturally be fine.

Creak.

The door opened, and Ye Tianxiao had changed into a new set of clothes and walked out in high spirits.

Although he was still so thin, his eyes were sharp again.

His waist was also straightened.

"Dad."

A smile appeared on Ye Chen's mouth, "This Chixiao heavy sword will be returned to its original owner."

As he said, he solemnly picked up the broken sword behind him and handed it to Ye Tianxiao.

Although this sword was passed down to him by his father, now that he has recovered, he naturally has to return it to its original owner.

As the saying goes, where you fall, you get up from there.

Only by holding this sword again can Ye Tianxiao regain his confidence and vigor in the past.

Unexpectedly, Ye Tianxiao smiled slightly and waved his hand to refuse, "Chen'er, since this sword has been passed to you, it is yours. When you find a better magic weapon, seal this sword completely!" "Dad, why don't you..." A hint of doubt flashed in Ye Chen's pupils. "Although Dad has recovered, he can see everything very clearly." Ye Tianxiao patted Ye Chen's shoulder with his one arm, "Chen'er, seven years ago, your father was defeated by Ye Fusu with a knife, his sword and arm were broken, not to mention how miserable the defeat was. Now seven years have passed. Although Dad doesn't know what his situation is, it is easy to imagine that he should be the strongest person in the Ye clan, right?" "The strongest person in the Ye clan?" Ye Chen thought for a while, "It should be." Combined with what Wei Xiang said, it should be almost certain.

Ye Fusu's retreat this time was about to kill him five times.

He is only, less than forty years old!

To be able to kill five times at the age of forty years, it can be said that in the Xiaoyue Dynasty, there is no one before or after!

Ranking as the strongest person in the Ye clan is no exaggeration.

"Look, your father and Ye Fusu reached the finals at the same time back then, but seven years later, the situation is completely different. He is the strongest person in the Ye family, and your father and I are just useless people, and we can't be together at all. Comparable."

Ye Tianxiao laughed heartily, "My enemy has become a being that I can never surpass in my life. With such a gap, what's the point of holding this sword again?"

There was no loneliness in his words, but only emotion.

However, when these words fell in Ye Chen's ears, he felt a different kind of sadness.

Also, what’s the point.

Dad, this was not supposed to be your life!

You are a sword cultivator, a proud figure from the land of hundreds of nations!

You were supposed to shine in the Xiaoyue Dynasty!

It was Ye Fusu who ruined everything for you!

Ye Chen clenched his fists slightly.

Although Ye Tianxiao did not express it, Ye Chen's mind was still filled with strong hatred.

I just wish I could kill Ye Fusu immediately and cut him into pieces!

Ye Fusu, you ruined my father's life.

Remember, one day, I, Ye Chen, will make you kneel down and atone for my father’s sins!

"Since it is impossible to transcend, there is no need to reminisce. Without this sword, my father can still find his confidence. If this Chixiao heavy sword falls into your hands, it can be regarded as finding a good master."

Ye Tianxiao smiled and put one arm behind him.