Primordial Divine Emperor-Chapter 22: Ye Xiaotian’s Breakdown – This Boy, We Must Have Him
As the battle grew more intense, hundreds of thousands of cultivators stared dumbfounded at this scene, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Some sect elders even spoke out, harshly confronting the people of the Ye Race, dismissing claims of using ominous drugs as sheer nonsense.
The supposed drugs mentioned by the Ye Race people could at most support for a brief moment, but the battle in that area had already lasted for over a hundred rounds, completely ruling out the possibility of drugs. Claiming that the boy erupted with Eighth Layer of Spiritual Power from using drugs was sheer nonsense.
Even Ye Wuyuan and the others, who had just calmed down slightly, were completely stunned, with turbulent waves surging in their hearts.
At this moment on the stage, two-meter-long sword qi filled the sky, and the sword qi was impenetrable, a stark contrast to Ye Xiaotian’s inch-long sword qi.
"Impossible, this is impossible." Ye Xiaotian shook his head continuously in disbelief, his eyes full of doubt, shock, unwillingness, and incredulity.
At this moment, Ye Xiaotian’s Dao Heart shattered. He refused to believe that the person on the stage could be Ye Xiaofan, the so-called waste he had mocked.
"Patriarch, Xiaofan he...?" An elder of the Ye Race couldn’t suppress his shock and stopped mid-sentence.
Hearing this, Ye Wuyuan almost blacked out, yet the more rampant the sword qi on the stage, the more he refused to believe all this was true.
While the Ye Race people were utterly shocked, more and more great sect elders were moved, their expressions shifting from initial surprise to unbelievable shock, astonishment, and bewilderment.
Some elders from first-class sects even slowly stood up, their eyes showing an unprecedented look of being utterly overwhelmed.
"Such rich actual combat experience."
"At this age, having such combat experience, he must have gone through the baptism of blood."
"Without experiencing slaughter, it’s impossible to have such rich battle experience."
More than one great sect elder exclaimed. Ye Xiaofan’s demonstrated combat experience far exceeded that of his peers by several folds or even dozens of times, even surpassing Xiao Yan.
Moreover, as the battle grew fiercer, many cultivators gradually noticed the peculiarity, becoming even more shocked.
"The sword technique this boy is using? Could it be...?"
"’Grass Cutting Sword Technique’!"
"’Grass Cutting Sword Technique’, he’s using the ’Grass Cutting Sword Technique’."
"What? Grass... Grass Cutting Sword Technique?"
Upon learning Ye Xiaofan was using the ’Grass Cutting Sword Technique’, countless cultivators exclaimed in surprise.
"Is it really possible for the ’Grass Cutting Sword Technique’ to produce such terrifying sword qi? This is impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"It truly is the ’Grass Cutting Sword Technique’, oh heavens, how did he manage to do it?"
Once it was confirmed that the boy was indeed using the ’Grass Cutting Sword Technique’, the entire Star Moon City martial arts arena erupted in endless exclamations, everyone’s eyes filled with boundless shock.
The ’Grass Cutting Sword Technique’, known to be a renowned sword technique in Nanming Country, not only because it was created by Sword Saint Dugu Nan, but also because it had been passed down for hundreds of years with almost no one able to comprehend it.
Over time, this sword technique became something everyone practiced yet everyone abandoned.
However, at this moment, not only did Ye Xiaofan master this sword technique, but his sword qi was wild and unrestrained. What does this indicate? It indicates that the boy’s comprehension in Sword Dao is terrifyingly extraordinary.
In an instant, more than ten first-class sects almost all sprang into action, all wanting to bring the boy on stage into their sects. Such rare talents are elusive and cannot be found, unlike the previous three who already had affiliations. Competing for them would offend the three great divine sects.
However, Ye Xiaofan is different. He is a dark horse that emerged mid-way, not belonging to any sect, so everyone could step in, even some second-rate major sects decided to give it a try.
"Our Qinghe Sect is determined to win this child over, regardless of the cost, we must take him into our sect and fully cultivate him. Given time, he will definitely become unparalleled in his generation."
"Someone, go immediately to check the background of this child, we must ensure he joins our sect."
"You two go find the child’s family under the stage to discuss him joining our sect. Remember, offer them conditions that are tempting. As long as it doesn’t compromise our sect’s foundation and principles, any terms are negotiable."
On the eastern stand, an undercurrent surged suddenly, each sect disciple silently descended the stage, blending into the crowd.
Before long.
"May I ask if this is Miss Ye Xiaoyue?"
A tense Ye Xiaoyue, closely watching the duel on stage, was interrupted by a voice. Seeing the visitor wearing sect garments, she immediately bowed slightly, "Yes, it’s me. May I know who you are?"
"Oh, I am a disciple of Qinghe Sect. I came here to discuss an important matter with Miss Xiaoyue. Our sect elder wishes for your brother to join our Qinghe Sect..." The visitor explained after exchanging courtesies.
Within a short span, dozens of sect disciples arrived on command to converse with Ye Xiaoyue, each offering more and more enticing conditions.
Ye Xiaoyue responded to each in turn, neither agreeing nor refusing, stating only that she would discuss it with her brother, and that everything would be up to Ye Xiaofan to decide. However, she promised they would deliver their message.
Moreover, some sects even approached Ye Wuyuan and others directly, offering irresistible terms.
"Our sect elder stated that if Xiaofan joins our sect, we will provide the Ye Race with a hundred years of cultivation resources, including superior cultivation techniques and martial techniques, elixirs, spiritual artifacts, array formations, and much more. Future descendants of the Ye Race can also enter our sect’s outer door unconditionally for cultivation. Exceptionally qualified ones can enter the inner door for training."
"Master of the Ye Family, if Ye Xiaofan is willing to join our sect, our sect elders also mentioned that the Lingyun Sect’s Ten Great Sect’s Foundation Techniques, the Ye Race can obtain one of them. Our sect will also send cultivation resources, supreme elixir formulas, and artifact refining techniques, array formation keys, and so on annually."
"Our sect is also willing to do so, and furthermore, the head of the Ye Family can also come to our sect to choose a location rich in spiritual energy for cultivation. Our sect is willing to provide four pieces of spiritual essence, two thousand spirit stones, and several pieces of spiritual sand every year for the Ye Race..."
More and more sects approached Ye Wuyuan and others, which amused the people of Zhao Village.
Especially Zhao Wuji, who stood up directly.
"Haha, all of you immortals might have approached the wrong person. The wise and mighty patriarch of the Ye Race has already ousted Ye Xiaofan from the family, shaming him terribly. You immortals might want to talk to Ye Xiaofan’s sister instead."
Zhao Wuji said gloatingly, explaining the situation over and over to each approaching sect disciple.
"I see, in that case, we’ll take our leave for now." These sect disciples bowed and took their leave upon hearing this, flocking towards Ye Xiaoyue instead.
The Ye Race people watched this scene, pounding their chests and regretting their earlier actions.
Particularly upon hearing the terms offered by the sects, several elders of the Ye Race felt intense remorse.
"Our Ye Race has lost a monumental opportunity to rise—!"
An elder shook his head with closed eyes, tears streaming down his face.
Ye Wuyuan remained silent, almost breathless with Zhao Wuji’s words, yet he found himself staring at the small figure on the stage, his mind in a tumult of emotions.
At the same time.
On the stage.
BOOM—!
The loud clash echoed, terrifying energy undulating across the stage. Sword qi and sword qi collided, creating terrifying ripples sweeping all around.
"Hahaha, exhilarating, absolutely exhilarating! It’s been ages since I’ve had such an intense fight, exhilarating!"
Xiao Yan laughed wildly, growing more valiant as he fought, wielding his Treasure Saber with great abandon, attacking Ye Xiaofan continuously as if raindrops were falling against his head.
Meanwhile, Ye Xiaofan’s execution of the ’Grass Cutting Sword Technique’ was seamless, with sword qi soaring to the sky, leaving everyone’s heart racing.
Countless sect elders watched with sharp gazes, full of admiration, yet also beginning to worry about Ye Xiaofan.
"This child’s talent is terrifying, and his practical experience far surpasses his peers. However, it’s a pity, the martial techniques he has been exposed to are far too few. Struggling with just the ’Grass Cutting Sword Technique’, he might lose if the battle drags on."
A sect elder analyzed.
The young man, whether his practical experience or talent, was an extraordinarily peerless genius.
However, his cultivated martial techniques were too weak and scarce. If taken into the sect and cultivated, his achievements would be unimaginable. They were determined to have him.
Little did they know, Ye Xiaofan had yet to unleash ’Sword Break’, but was waiting, waiting for an absolute opportunity, a move for certain victory.
