Ye Ziling had clear and beautiful eyes, a fair complexion, and a pure and innocent appearance.
But at this moment, the second miss's gaze was filled with a frighteningly malicious color.
She looked at Chen Jiu, who was begging for mercy in front of her, and her red lips moved slightly: "Iron Armor, dismember this useless piece of trash and feed it to my unicorn demon horse."
"Yes."
Beside Ye Ziling, a man clad in black armor spoke indifferently.
"No, Second Miss, please... Ah!!"
Chen Jiu begged for mercy loudly, but the next moment his neck was instantly twisted by the cold man named Iron Armor, and he was lifted up.
Iron Armor was very tall, with even his head wrapped in a helmet, and he looked like a killing machine, incredibly terrifying.
"Ye Feng, oh Ye Feng, I didn't expect that you, the orphan adopted by our family, would silently step into the first level of the True Martial Realm and become a warrior, but you are too naive. Do you really think you, a slave, can rise up?"
Ye Ziling's beautiful eyes were filled with malice, and she said to Iron Armor, who had returned to her side: "Take a few people, find Ye Feng, cripple his dantian first, and then bring him to me. I want to personally teach this guy the meaning of being a slave."
"Yes, Second Miss."
Iron Armor was like an emotionless killing machine. He bowed to Ye Ziling and then walked away with a few people.
"A slave is a slave and can never rise up to be equal to us, the offspring of our family!"
Ye Ziling snorted coldly, walked to a rocking chair in the garden, and half-laid down, entering a state of feigned sleep.
This second miss had great confidence in Iron Armor's strength. She knew that she only needed to wait for the final result.
After all, Iron Armor was one of the family's elite assassins cultivated by her talented and stunning sister, and his strength was unfathomable.
When Iron Armor, full of killing intent, arrived at Ye Feng's residence, he found that Ye Feng was not in the house and did not know where he had gone.
He returned empty-handed.
In the garden, Iron Armor stood in front of the second miss, kneeling on one knee and said in a deep voice: "He escaped."
"Escaped?"
Ye Ziling's eyes were filled with shock and anger. She got off the rocking chair and stood in front of Iron Armor, sneering: "This slave has such a big guts! I'm going to contact the family guard and make sure to catch this dog slave! He's only at the first level of the True Martial Realm and can't run away!
While the two thought that Ye Feng had already escaped from the family, he had actually never intended to run away. He had come to a nine-story tower at the center of the family called the Martial Tower. Surrounding the Martial Tower was a market within the family where newly appointed true martial realm warriors were given a chance to select a weapon and a set of basic combat techniques for free. This was a special incentive for the younger generation of the Ye family to strive harder in their training.
Ye Feng had chosen to stay in the Ye family to obtain these benefits. He had considered becoming a wandering cultivator and traveling the world, but he knew that he was not yet powerful enough to do so recklessly. If he left the family and the protection of a large faction, he would surely die quickly in the ruthless world of martial arts training, not only from the threats of vicious people but also from powerful and fierce beasts in the wilderness.
Having lived two lives, Ye Feng was naturally more mature and steady than his peers. Now he had arrived at the market surrounding the Martial Tower, which was bustling with people. The Ye family was a large and powerful family in the Nanyang County with a deep heritage and numerous members. Although the market around the Martial Tower was only for trading within the family, it was still packed with people as far as the eye could see.
Walking through the market, Ye Feng felt as though he was finally integrating into his new identity in this life. In his previous life, although he was the son of a god emperor, his body was weak due to a cursed physique. He had spent his entire life protected by the emperor within the palace of the Creation God Dynasty, only able to look up at the sky and dream.
But in this life, Ye Feng had the qualifications to practice martial arts. He wanted to see all the sights in the world and travel thousands of miles.
Ye Feng walked towards the frontmost counter in the market where, by presenting his latest certification token, he could receive the family's benefits for new disciples. However, he was surprised to see the strange old man he had seen in the ancestral hall yesterday.
The old man in coarse cloth looked at Ye Feng and chuckled, wrinkles creasing his face. He said, 'Ye Feng, we meet again.'
As the old man helped Ye Feng with his certification, he naturally knew Ye Feng's name.
Ye Feng remained expressionless and instinctively took a step back, saying, 'Senior, I'm here to receive weapons and martial arts techniques.'
Whether it was weapons or martial arts techniques, they were both tremendous aids in enhancing a martial artist's strength.
Last lifetime, while locked in the imperial palace of the Deep Locking Divine Dynasty, Ye Feng loved to hear legendary stories.
In those stories, among the vast expanse of heaven and earth and the endless lands, the powerful people of the human race roared into the sky with their weapons, slaying beasts and stirring up blood and passion!
Although Ye Feng was the son of the God Emperor, he was still a youth, with a passionate heart and an adventurous spirit in his bones.
Among the stories he listened to, he was particularly fond of those swordsmen who, with a single shout, could change the winds and clouds and with a single sword, freeze the nineteen provinces. They were so dashing and carefree!
'Ten steps to kill one person, don't leave a trace for thousands of miles!'
'When the job is done, leave without a trace, keeping both your accomplishments and your name a secret...'
Ye Feng murmured to himself, saying to the old man behind the counter, 'I want a sword as my weapon, and for my martial arts technique, I choose a set of sword skills.'
When the old man heard Ye Feng's poetic words just now, he couldn't help but brighten his eyes and praise, 'You kid, you're just what this old man likes! I'll give you a sword directly!'
After he finished speaking, Ye Feng's eyes brightened. This old man's identity seemed very extraordinary.
What level of treasure sword was he going to give him?
'Today, I will give you this sword as a gift, so treat it well.'
The old man in coarse cloth took out a sword box, and a long sword was inserted into it.
Ye Feng looked expectantly and carefully took the sword box.
Whether it was martial arts techniques, battle skills, or weapons and armor, there was a unified level division based on the power they could unleash in the world of martial arts cultivation:
Ordinary, Yellow, Profound, Earth, Heaven, King, Emperor, Honored, Holy, and God.
However, let alone in the small Nanyang County, even in the entire Great Yan Dynasty, a Heaven-level martial arts technique or weapon was already a treasure of the country.
As for higher-level King-level, Emperor-level, and other martial arts and weapons, they were legendary existences on the Dragon Abyss Continent.