Chapter 182: The Three-Year Promise Has Arrived!
“He’s here to see Senior Brother?”
The two outer disciples of the Golden Sun Sect exchanged confused glances.
While Ye Qingyu wasn’t particularly well-known in the wider world, within the Golden Sun Sect, his name was practically legendary.
Over the past twenty-plus years, he had risen from an ordinary mortal to the Profound Elixir Realm, advancing at a breathtaking pace. Then, through a stroke of ancient fortune, he broke through into the Divine Power Realm, soaring even higher.
And just half a month ago, he’d ascended to the mid-stage Divine Power Realm.
Within the sect, from the elder and sect master all the way down to the youngest disciple, everyone believed Ye Qingyu was destined for sainthood.
Some even dared to compare him to Li Xun, the Profound Sun Holy Son himself.
To many, the only real difference between them was that Li Xun possessed a Divine Physique. If Ye Qingyu had one too, his achievements might even surpass Li Xun’s.
“I’ll report it to Senior Brother,” one of the outer disciples said respectfully, “but I should make it clear—he’s currently in secluded cultivation. Whether or not he’ll see you, I can’t promise.”
If Li Xun had come in person, it would’ve been a different story. Even if he was in the middle of a breakthrough, Senior Brother Ye would have to come out and greet him. That kind of person was simply too important to ignore.
But this guy?
Just a core disciple of the Profound Sun Holy Land, and not even a famous one. Hardly anyone had heard of Ye Han before.
For all they knew, maybe he’d spent over a hundred years to reach his current level. That wouldn’t be very impressive at all.
Worse yet, Ye Han’s demeanor was cold and distant. He didn’t give off the air of an ally—in fact, he seemed more like an enemy.
Given all that, whether Ye Qingyu chose to see him or not didn’t really matter.
“Much appreciated,” Ye Han replied with a slight nod.
He wasn’t here to cause trouble for the rest of the sect. He had only one goal—
To find Ye Qingyu… and avenge his father.
. . . . . . . . .
Not long after, the gates of the Golden Sun Sect swung open.
Inside, towering spiritual mountains rose like ancient titans, shrouded in swirling mist and divine light. Colorful clouds drifted across the sky, linking peak to peak, forming a scene that looked like it had been pulled from a celestial dream.
Gasps of awe rippled through the crowd.
Most of them were prospective disciples—young men and women who had never seen a sight so grand. Their eyes lit up with admiration and desire as they peered into the majestic realm of cultivators.
But soon, everyone’s gaze shifted.
A white-robed figure was walking toward them from midair—graceful and commanding, like a celestial being descending from the heavens.
The man was strikingly handsome, with elegant features and sword-like eyebrows that slanted toward his temples. His every step seemed to defy gravity, his robes fluttering as he strode across the sky.
He looked like perfection made flesh.
Behind him trailed a group of Golden Sun Sect elders and disciples, all following in solemn reverence. It was clear that this man stood at the pinnacle of their sect.
Wherever he walked, eyes followed.
His very presence seemed to drain the color from the world around him, leaving him as the only focal point.
Squeals and excited whispers erupted from many of the sect’s female cultivators:
“Senior Brother Ye is so handsome!”
“It’s only been a short while, but his strength has improved again! I heard he reached mid-stage Divine Power Realm a while ago—he might be close to late-stage already!”
“Who knows, but he can’t be far off.”
“But who is this core disciple from Profound Sun Holy Land? Why’s he here to see our Senior Brother Ye? Is the Holy Son sending him to build a friendship or something?”
“Hey… now that you mention it,” someone in the crowd murmured, “if you look at the entire younger generation of the Great Zhou Dynasty, only someone like the Profound Sun Holy Son could possibly be worthy to befriend Senior Brother Ye.”
The Golden Sun Sect disciples were abuzz with discussion, watching in awe as Ye Qingyu crossed the skies like a celestial being. Their eyes shimmered with unconcealed admiration.
But then—
Ye Qingyu came to a halt in midair, not far from the man in the purple robes.
With a calm smile, he spoke:
“Cousin, it’s been a long time.”
The entire crowd froze.
—Cousin?
What the hell?!
That one word exploded in everyone’s minds like a thunderclap. Did he just call that man—wearing the robes of a core disciple of the Profound Sun Holy Land—his cousin?
So that meant… this mysterious figure was actually Ye Qingyu’s paternal cousin?
Realization dawned. Many around them began to feel a strange sense of awe and envy.
The Ye Family… had they struck gold or what?!
One cousin was the revered first senior brother of the Golden Sun Sect, already at the mid-stage Divine Power Realm, and hailed as the likely next sect master. His future was practically guaranteed.
Now his younger cousin, not yet as old, had somehow become a core disciple of the Profound Sun Holy Land—one of the most powerful sects in the entire realm!
Just these two alone gave the Ye Family a voice in two of the strongest sects in the region.
It was enough to make any family jealous.
“Yes,” Ye Han replied coldly, his tone carrying no warmth.
“It truly has been a long time. For the past three years, I’ve lived every single day waiting for this moment.”
His voice sharpened like a blade.
“It’s time for us to fulfill the three-year promise—let us fight!”
With a flick of his wrist, a silver spear materialized in his hand, its gleaming point radiating a fearsome brilliance. The weapon’s aura surged outward, imbued with the overwhelming power of a high-grade spiritual treasure, shaking the heavens.
He raised it toward the southern skies, his killing intent erupting in waves.
Bloodlust filled the air.
The murderous aura was so thick, it turned the very entrance of the Golden Sun Sect into a suffocating field of slaughter. Everyone nearby froze in place, their hearts pounding.
“Today, I will use your blood to honor my father’s spirit in the afterlife!”
That declaration sent shockwaves through the crowd.
“Wha– what the hell is going on?!”
Gasps and panicked voices spread, and people began backing away in alarm. Even without understanding the full story, they could tell—
There was a blood feud between these two.
A deep, irreconcilable hatred.
Ye Qingyu let out a long sigh, his face showing a trace of helplessness.
“You’re too extreme, cousin.”
He shook his head slightly.
“The matter with uncle… yes, I was in the wrong. But it’s been so long. Let’s sit down and talk this through.”
Ye Han’s eyes narrowed, voice like thunder:
“There’s nothing to talk about between us. My father is dead. And I will not rest until I see justice done!”
He stepped forward, and in that moment, his entire body erupted with force. His early-stage Divine Power Realm cultivation thundered outward like a dam breaking. The sheer pressure blanketed the entire sect gate like a stormfront.
A cold snort broke the air.
A female disciple clad in the robes of a Golden Sun Sect core disciple stepped forward, standing protectively in front of Ye Qingyu. Her voice was icy as she said:
“Ye Han, as Senior Brother Ye’s cousin, you should know when enough is enough!”
“He’s already apologized. What more do you want?!”
“If you insist on a fight, then I—on his behalf—will face you instead!”
But Ye Han didn’t even blink.
“Out of my way.”
His voice was thunder.
With a single sweep of his silver spear, a sonic boom echoed through the air. The spear struck before anyone could react, and in the blink of an eye—
The woman was flung violently through the air, crashing into the distant ground like a ragdoll.
Gasps echoed through the crowd.
Though both were core disciples of powerful sects, Profound Sun Holy Land and Golden Sun Sect were not on the same level—and neither were their disciples.
This wasn’t just a duel.
This was a message.
Ye Han had come for blood—and no one would stand in his way.