"Chen Jiulisi?" Ye Feng recognized these two men. They were the henchmen of the second Miss Ye Ziling of the Ye Clan. "Ye Feng, so you're hiding in your own room!" The tallest of the two, Chen Jiulisi, was clad in a black robe and was incredibly burly, standing at over two meters tall, a head taller than Ye Feng. Beside him, Li Si was just as towering, staring coldly at Ye Feng, saying, "I think you don't want to live anymore. Today is your turn to feed the horses for Miss Ye Ziling, but you haven't gone to feed them from morning till now. When Miss Ye Ziling saw that her beloved horse was hungry, she wanted your arm as punishment." "What?" Ye Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold, "Just for a horse, she wants my arm?" At this moment, Ye Feng finally understood how contemptible these young masters and misses of the Ye Clan were towards him. They trampled on him like ants, as if he were nothing. Chen Jiulisi sneered, "Ye Feng, who do you think you are? An orphan, just a lowly servant of our Ye Clan! How dare you question Miss Ye's decision?" "Hurry up and come with us, Miss Ye said she wants to see us chop off your arm with her own eyes!" Li Si laughed cruelly, his palm, the size of a cooking pot, grabbing towards Ye Feng. Although these two were not real martial artists, they were still martial arts enthusiasts. As soon as Li Si made a move, a burst of energy appeared in his palm, enough to crush the bones of an ordinary person in an instant. Chen Jiulisi saw Li Si reaching for Ye Feng and grinned, as if he could already see Ye Feng's miserable howls of pain. But in the next moment. "Since you've come looking for death, I have no choice but to oblige!" Only Ye Feng's cold shout was heard. Whoosh! He moved, appearing instantly in front of Li Si, and blasted his palm into Li Si's chest. "Boom!" "Ah!!" With a scream, Li Si's entire chest instantly collapsed, and countless ribs were shattered, flying out of the room. "Poof!" Li Si suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood, mixed with some fragments. He looked at Ye Feng in horror, struggling to say, "You... You're actually... really a Martial Realm expert..." Then, his head "thudded" to the ground, and he died instantly. "What?!" Chen Jiulisi seemed to have just realized what had happened, his face turning pale. He stared at Ye Feng and suddenly realized. This guy, who usually shrank away in fear, had a cold gaze that was like two knives, piercing his chest. Chen Jiulisi only now realized that he had provoked the wrong person.
Chen Jiuyi's legs gave way as he knelt before Ye Feng in fear. He cried out in terror, "Spare me! Spare me, Young Master Feng!" Chen Jiuyi knew of Li Si's abilities; he was a martial arts expert who could easily defeat a dozen ordinary people. But now, in Ye Feng's hands, he couldn't even withstand a single blow. Ye Feng's palm shattered his chest, and he died a miserable death. "You, get up," Ye Feng spoke. "Yes, yes, Young Master Feng!" Chen Jiuyi immediately stood up. He never imagined that the young man who was always bullied by others would one day step into the realm of true martial arts and become a real warrior. Many young masters and misses of their clans were still struggling to cultivate their qi and blood. Ye Feng looked at Chen Jiuyi and made him uneasy. He spoke again, "Bury Li Si, then come up with a plausible reason for his accidental death. Finally, tell Miss Er that I have entered the realm of true martial arts and will no longer feed her horses. She has no right to command me to do anything." With these words, Ye Feng swept his sleeves and left. His long robe fluttered in the wind, and he looked extremely chic. Chen Jiuyi watched Ye Feng's back as he left and suddenly collapsed to the ground. He muttered, "How did this guy suddenly become so terrifyingly powerful?"I was so close to death just now..."
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The center of the Ye Clan mansion was the ancestral hall.
The Ye Clan was a very inclusive family. Even outsiders could join the clan if they had strong enough abilities. They could even marry a Ye Clan woman and become a son-in-law.
Of course, Ye Feng had no intention of marrying a Ye Clan woman. As a mere True Martial Realm first stage cultivator, he didn't have the qualifications.
He just wanted to verify his identity as a Ye Clan descendant. After all, the Ye Clan was a big family in the area and could provide him with necessary protection for a while. Once he became stronger, he could leave the Ye Clan and venture out.
As he approached the ancestral hall, Ye Feng stopped a short distance away from two Ye Clan guards in armor who had already blocked his way.
Ye Feng's eyes were calm as he spoke, "I am here to verify my True Martial Realm cultivation."
"True Martial Realm? Are you kidding me?" One of the guards burst into laughter, his eyes contemptuous. "I know you, kid. You're just a stable boy under Miss Ye's command. How dare you try to enter the ancestral hall? I bet you're here to steal something!"
The other guard frowned and said to his companion, "Is this young man really just a stable boy under Miss Ye's command? I sense a strong surge of true energy emanating from him."
Ye Feng looked at the two guards and simply said, "I'll say it again. I want to enter the ancestral hall to verify my True Martial Realm cultivation. I won't say it a third time."
With that, Ye Feng strode forward and walked towards the ancestral hall.
"How dare you! The ancestral hall is not a place for lowly people like you! Stop right there!" The first guard drew his long sword with a "clang."
His whole body exuded an aura of power, clearly indicating that he was at the Second Heavenly Layer of the True Martial Realm. With one swing of his sword towards Ye Feng, an icy blade aura appeared on the edge of the blade.
"Clang!"
However, in the next moment, what terrified the guard was that Ye Feng suddenly turned around and caught his long sword between his fingers.
"You...!"
The guard tried to draw his sword, but the long sword was held firm by Ye Feng's fingers, not budging an inch.
How much strength did it take to accomplish this?
The other guard was so scared that he immediately walked up to Ye Feng, begging for mercy: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! My brother is too impulsive!"
At this point, even a fool could see that Ye Feng's strength was incredibly powerful.
The first guard was also too frightened to speak, his face pale and covered in cold sweat.
"Clang!"
At this moment, Ye Feng suddenly exerted force, and the sword made of tempered steel shattered into pieces.
"Shoo!"
He clamped down on a piece of the blade and flicked it, causing it to turn into a streak of light and shoot straight towards the first guard's throat.
"Snap!"
A drop of blood dripped from the guard's throat onto the ground.
"For the sake of the entire Ye clan's face, I will only scratch the surface of your throat this time, as a warning. If you dare to provoke me again, what I pierce won't be just your skin, but your entire throat."
A cold and stern voice came out of Ye Feng's mouth.
He turned around and walked into the ancestral hall."