Chapter 431 - It was Mad Southern Ye Who Killed My Son!
Chapter 431: It was Mad Southern Ye Who Killed My Son!
Beneath the sinkhole, a golden fire spread through the entire underground river. As the fire spread, the temperature rose gradually. The water in the underground river began boiling as if there were vile beasts fighting inside.
Eventually, the water in the underground river evaporated entirely, revealing the bumpy bottom. White mist rose into the air. Combined with the fire, it looked like the fire was burning clouds. Even the air became a little distorted.
Fire gathered from all directions as if they were worshipping something. If not for the thick walls and the layers of soil that were extra tough, the entire sinkhole might have collapsed.
There was an empty space in the middle of the sea of fire. There were no flames there at all as if the fire had entered a vacuum.
A skinny silhouette sat in the middle of the empty space with his legs crossed. The man was naked, and he looked like a monk who was meditating. If one were to look closer, they would notice the golden flames seeping out of each pore on his body.
The young man did not mind that at all, whereby he remained seated with his legs crossed. His eyes were closed, and the endless fire around him was growing as he breathed.
After some time had passed, he released a low groan. His eyes that were shut finally fluttered before he opened them slowly.
“I’ve finally got to Foundation Building!”
Ye Chen got up to loosen his joints and patted the dust on him away. A smile appeared on his face. “Divine Dao Foundation is amazing. The Golden Fire Crystal didn’t disappoint!”
The sea of qi in his dantian had been completely liquified now. It was the sign of spiritual energy being liquified. It was also the precursor of Foundation Building. Those liquids were not to be underestimated. A drop alone contained power above Spirit Assembly.
“I’ve integrated the Golden Fire Crystal now, but there’s divine fire left. Instead of letting it fade away and go to waste, I can use it to refine an ability!” Ye Chen thought to himself while holding his chin.
The so-called ability was something that was beyond a regular person’s imagination. For instance, ancient martial artists tearing tigers and leopards apart, they could carry a cauldron that weighed 600 kilograms although they would not be able to lift themselves up by pulling their head up. Naturally, there was no way that could be done in the world of science.
However, abilities were something that went beyond science!
“My body is already invincible now, and there’s no room for improvement at the moment. I can consider refining a flame ability such as the Three-eyed Divine Tribe’s gifted ability: the Golden Pupil Glare!” Ye Chen said while thinking to himself.
When he had been in the immortal world, he had conquered hundreds of tribes. The people of the Three-eyed Divine Tribe had a gifted ability, which was the Golden Pupil Glare. They could break rivers and mountains apart with those golden pupils. Nothing could escape those pupils as they could even release a glaring golden gleam to kill all monsters.
“I’ll refine that! Although I can’t refine the real Golden Pupil Glare yet, I can use the divine fire to refine a lower grade Golden Pupil Glare: the Golden Pupil Flame that can absorb all kinds of fire. When it’s refined to perfection, a stare alone can burn the entire sky!”
After making up his mind, he realized that the divine fire had completely burned his clothes. He could only walk aside and remove the old man’s Taoist robes to cover himself. Subsequently, he sat with his legs crossed and began cultivating the Golden Pupil Flame!
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Dead silence filled Shennongjia!
Zhang Xuanqing from Dragon Tiger Mountain was currently shocked.
Everyone knew that Shen Tiannan loved his only son Shen Xingye. However, they had no idea that his love for Shen Xingye ran so deeply.
There was a story behind it. Tens of years ago, Shen Tiannan was under An Daoyuan, Hong Kong’s Southern Sect leader back then. He was An Daoyuan’s favorite due to his overbearing gift of cultivation.
An Daoyuan had been the pillar of the spell world in Hong Kong back then. Although he was powerful in spells, he was promiscuous. He secretly kept many women who were 40 to 50 years younger than him. Shen Tiannan had an affair with his master’s woman and impregnated her. Although the woman was punished, she refused to tell that it was Shen Tiannan who did that to her.
Nevertheless, Shen Tiannan admitted his fault, resulting in him making enemies with the entire Southern Sect, and especially causing An Daoyuan’s suppression. To everyone’s shock though, Shen Tiannan, the disciple, exceeded his master and killed the latter!
Since An Daoyuan’s death, the entire Southern Sect in Hong Kong had a major shuffle. The woman that Shen Tiannan impregnated died from the torture she was put through. The baby she bore was Shen Tiannan’s only son, Shen Xingye.
Shen Tiannan was wrought with guilt that the love of his life had refused to rat him out even though it spelled death for her. He then transferred the guilt to Shen Xingye.
Naturally, it was a secret since most of the people who knew about that were dead. Meanwhile, Zhang Xuanqing was one of the people who knew about it and was still alive. That was the reason why he was shocked to hear about Shen Xingye’s death.
Shen Tiannan had killed his master for a woman. What would he not do for his son?
The people present could not help but have their spirits lifted after hearing Zhang Xuanqing’s question. Including Yu Lian and the rest, they listened closely.
Shen Tiannan snickered and his grin was eerie. “It was the No. 1 in China’s ancient martial arts world, Mad Southern Ye, who killed my son!”
The place fell into dead silence again as soon as he was done speaking.
Everyone’s expressions froze. They glared with their eyes wide opened, a wave of shock was rocking in them.
Before this, they were trying to think who would dare to kill Shen Xingye. They guessed many names, but Mad Southern Ye never came to their minds.
One must know that Mad Southern Ye was No. 1 in China’s ancient martial arts world. He was an ancient martial artist from China, so why would he go all the way to Hong Kong to kill Shen Xingye?
“What? It’s him?!” Yuan Qitai and the rest in the crowd exclaimed.
Even Yu Lian screamed, failing to hold back, “M-Mad Southern Ye killed his son?” She had been secretly admiring Mad Southern Ye earlier, and now he had become a murderer. She had no idea what to say now.
Yuan Qitai sighed softly. “That’s huge!”
“Master Yuan, is Mad Southern Ye Shen Tiannan’s match?” Yu Lian asked by instinct. She cared more about that. Perhaps because she had gotten to know about Mad Southern Ye first, she was actually rooting for him.
Yu Lei, Deng Chan, and the rest could not help but look at Yuan Qitai.
Yuan Qitai shook his head lightly. “Theoretically, the chances of Mad Southern Ye winning are higher. However, since Shen Tiannan has comprehended the Spoken Spell and he’s gone insane after losing his son, it’s hard to predict the battle result if they were to fight.”
In reality, there was something that he did not say. There was an unspoken rule in the cultivation world whereby a spell master was more powerful than an ancient martial artist of the same level. The reason being was that spell masters could perform spells as well as use magical tools.
“Ah? Wouldn’t that mean that it’s a sure death for Mad Southern Ye?” Yu Lian’s face turned pale as she began to panic.
On the heaven altar, Zhang Xuanqing inhaled sharply as he looked at Shen Tiannan in horror. “Brother Shen, are you sure it was Mad Southern Ye who killed Xingye? This isn’t a joke. Please think it through!”
One was the No. 1 in the ancient martial arts world while the other was the No. 1 in the spell world of Hong Kong. Hong Kong was where spells prospered. These two had a vengeance now. No matter who died, it would definitely cause a stir in China.
He continued, “Brother Shen, I’m not trying to bring you down. Mad Southern Ye’s power is beyond your imagination. This man has killed a couple of half-step martial venerables. He should be a martial venerable while you…”
“Oh, really? What if I join the battle too?!” a calm voice came from far away when he was speaking.