Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1137: Deadly Calamity

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Recalling the words Ye Fengsheng just spoke, he could only speak before the disciples of the Skyfire Sect. His voice was thunderous, surging forth, deafening the people on the tower, as if they had become deaf:

"Qin Lei, disciple of the Duanmai Mountain enforcer, is here to seek an audience with Gu Zhengru the cultivator of the Skyfire Sect. Please come forward."

On the mountain top, the voice reverberated. Qin Lei's drunken shout scattered the clouds in the sky, shattering them into layers, then fleeing!

At this point, the disciples of the Skyfire Sect were unaware, just until they labored. The Duanmai Mountain disciples admired themselves, yet were hesitant to come!

Ye Fengsheng had never heard of this either. Beneath the shade, he leaned against the tree trunk, causing the treetop behind him to tremble. His expression was indifferent. Occasionally, he would turn around, watching Ying Luo transform into four white foxes hiding in the shadows. They gazed at him, filled with warning in their brown and golden eyes.

Don't think like this, Ye Feng said, "I've given you the method of portraying seals. When I return home, there won't be any life-threatening situations. If you keep looking at me like this, do you think I'll do nothing and then commit suicide?"

As if realizing this logic, the white fox wagged three white tails and one golden tail, its small head moving forward.

"If you do this, it's bound to damage Duanmai Mountain's spirit!"

Qin Lei's voice hadn't dissipated. The ancient quake sound had already emerged from the tower top, first came the latter sound. Not only would it expel Qin Lei's aftershocks, it would also expel a clean blue sky.

Realizing this, Qin Lei's pupils narrowed, involuntarily looking at Ye Fengsheng. With this thunderous sound, Gu Zhen showed no signs of severe injury!

Looking down from the tower top, it felt like stepping on transparent steps. As the ancient quake slowly arrived, looking down from above, it discovered Qin Lei's actions. With one glance, a face began to stiffen.

"This child came from Duanmai Mountain!?"

In his heart, Gu Zhen remained unchanged. As a family leader, he must have such demeanor and courage. Even if he understood in his heart now, it was still a big deal!

The ferocious beast of the Nascent Soul Realm, the monk of the Jiedan Realm, supported by the world's first Duanmai Mountain! Heaven knows how capable this child is! Is he the son of Duanmai Mountain's leader?

Gu Zhen temporarily changed the direction of the stairs, slowly walked to Ye Fengsheng's front, discovering himself already in front of Ye Fengsheng, Ye Fengsheng was not surprised at all. He was silent for a moment and said, "This is your trump card?"

"Yes, not even a little."

The wood in the forest was beautiful, the wind would blow it away.

Thousands of years ago, the ancient clan was not an ancient clan but three very ordinary doors. There were many cultivators in the world. A broken tile thrown onto bustling streets might hit powerful forces capable of causing fatal disasters.

Cultivators are humans too. If they are humans, there will be fighting. The fighting between cultivators would be increasingly fierce. Killing one as a warning for hundreds was merely yielding in language. Taking killing a hundred as an example is the daily life of cultivators.

Those killed seek revenge to their fullest ability. The killer was afraid, trying his best to root out the grass and trees. Over time, cultivators became fewer.

Initially, many secluded, but due to various reasons, only the Ye, Pei, and Wen Ren survived the cleansing of history.

In this world, when all monks' skills disappeared, only these three remained, never lost.

It wasn't because these three were mighty families, but all powerful ones had died.

Even if a pig lived for a thousand years, it was enough to govern as a king, not to mention everyone in the ancient family. But they all cultivated the method of cleansing dust, pursuing indifference, pondering God, understanding God. Therefore, seldom did anyone from the ancient family go out to stir worldly matters.

Ancients were at the earth's end, but not the earth's real end. Due to bans and barriers, ordinary people found it hard to intersect, which was exactly where superpowers discovered bans and barriers, also hard to shake the amulets experts repaired over centuries.

Today, the clan was bustling. The door to the clan leader's residence was already open. The two lanterns shaken by wind and rain outside were also replaced with two brand new red lanterns. Only when they were lit at night could they emit a dazzling glow like the sun.

The maids and servants in the house also showed their joy. She hung various festive items on the eaves of the wall. Even the roadside trees were stained with a bit of red happiness.

They didn't know the reason. Anyway, they were never bullied at home. When they saw the master's house happy, they naturally followed. They didn't know which loose mouth leaked the news; the initial secret message quickly spread throughout the house. Even neighbors could hear a few words.

"Young master has returned."

And then he nodded, saying, "Phoenix's voice has returned."

They then exchanged glances. They seemed to remember the meaning of these words. There were a few girls in the house always crowding towards Ye Family's gate. They were afraid of delaying their daughters' marriages.

This was natural. Ye Fengsheng grew up at home. He was also a popular young man. He was handsome. As the Clan Leader's grandson, he had no status. No matter whom he met, he would smile, nod, greet. If he met elders, he could give a young man's standard courtesy and some questions.

At 16, I had already cultivated the Heart Cleansing Formula, reaching the stage of fire dot and pure cultivation. Now, after five years, I fear my strength has reached the peak of foundation building!

21 years at the peak of foundation building is also rare among ancient nations! Such virtue, such achievement, such great future, all the unmarried women at home wouldn't be indifferent.

If not for Ye Zhi's marriage, he would have long broken the threshold of Ye Family.

I don't know if it was to avoid these women coming to the door, or to have such a marriage agreement. Ye Fengsheng had been missing at home for a long time. It is said he married after joining the World Trade Organization, but they didn't believe it. But they couldn't find Ye Fengsheng's whereabouts, so they could only stop. Now when they heard Ye Fengsheng would come home today, they were willing to continue delaying because they were afraid if they slowed down it would ruin their daughter's marriage for the second half of her life!

As for whether the marriage agreement existed, no one wanted to bother. After all, Ye Fengsheng was also the clan leader's grandson. He had very far-reaching vision. How could women in the world enter his sight? Only their own daughters were worthy of him, truly a pair made in heaven and earth!

In a small courtyard in Ye Family, a white-haired elder was speaking to a self-talking white-clothed elder:

Pinching my fingers, determining Fengsheng has been away from home for a long time. Today, when you return home.

A plate of peanuts and half a bottle of unknown aged white wine is the best way for two people who haven't met in ten years to reminisce.

For Ye Mu, it was very rare to let two middle-aged men smile at each other, rather than putting away the rarely drunk white wine as usual. Instead, she transformed her face into a kind and detailed family routine with Qiu Yun in front of her.

Like Qiu Yun was her daughter, and Ye Fengsheng was just a passerby.

Ye Fengsheng had no choice in this matter. He could only look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, leaving two invisible tear streaks.

Ye Fengsheng was the eldest grandson of the Ye Family's ancient clan, naturally keen on the ancient clan's legacy. Knowing his father and Mr. Qiu were reminiscing, his mother was examining Qiu Yun's character and upbringing, he would no longer be a piece of wood. Watching Qiu Yun, he smiled and spoke to his mother, turning to leave with the attendant outside the courtyard.