Chapter 250: Arrival of the Mighty from the Heavenly Profound Sect

When he was at the Sixth Layer of the Great Martial Master Realm, Ye Qingchen had fought Qin Dahai, who was at the Second Layer of the Martial Spirit Realm. Although he had been no match for him, he had only suffered a slight disadvantage. Moreover, Qin Dahai was the son of the Rising Sun Pavilion’s master, and the Martial and Cultivation Techniques he practiced were far stronger than those of the Protective Elder. Now that Ye Qingchen had broken through to the Seventh Layer of the Great Martial Master Realm, his strength and power had taken a qualitative leap.

Seizing the initiative from the start, he pressed the Protective Elder so hard he could barely breathe. By inflicting continuous injuries, Ye Qingchen now held the complete upper hand. After a fierce battle lasting more than ten minutes, he finally gravely wounded the Protective Elder, felling him with a single sword strike.

Cheng Zhibin was completely numb. Ye Qingchen was simply a monster. He not only possessed an extremely high talent for Alchemy, but his cultivation talent was also so immense that it left others far in his dust! Defeating a Martial Spirit Realm expert while still in the Great Martial Master Realm was the stuff of legends, and such legendary figures always went on to become beings whose fame would echo through the ages.

Could it be that Ye Qingchen will also become such a figure?

After defeating the Protective Elder, Ye Qingchen chose not to deliver the killing blow. Although the elder was now a spent force, it would still prove difficult to kill him outright. After all, you never knew what kind of last-ditch effort a Martial Spirit Realm expert might unleash at the brink of death. Right now, Ye Qingchen was most concerned about his father’s whereabouts. The sealed archives contained far more information than he had anticipated; the crimes of the Heavenly Profound Sect were too numerous to count, making it impossible to find any information about his father quickly. Therefore, after felling the Protective Elder, Ye Qingchen immediately demanded of Zhang Changshui, "Speak! Do you remember a mining slave named Ye Changqing? Where is he now?"

Seeing that the Protective Elder, a godlike figure in his eyes, was no match for Ye Qingchen, Zhang Changshui was already scared witless. Facing the icy Qingfeng Sword, he didn’t dare show the slightest hesitation. His mind raced, trying to recall the name Ye Changqing. But with tens of thousands of mining slaves in the Xuan Ore Cave, how could he possibly remember one immediately?

In Ye Qingchen’s eyes, however, this was just a stalling tactic, and time was the one thing he could not afford to waste. Seeing Zhang Changshui remain silent, Ye Qingchen moved. With a single, swift motion of his Qingfeng Sword, he severed the man’s left arm.

"I’ll give you five more breaths," Ye Qingchen said coldly. "If you can’t answer, you will die!"

The intense pain made Zhang Changshui’s face turn pale, and large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. But hearing Ye Qingchen’s countdown, which sounded like a demon reaping a soul, he dared not pay attention to his wound as his mind continued to race.

"Four!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

Ye Qingchen’s stern face remained expressionless, his voice growing ever colder.

Zhang Changshui’s heart trembled in terror, and he hastily cried out, "My lord, I remember now! Are you asking about the mining slave sent over by the Rising Sun Pavilion?"

Ye Qingchen paused, his raised Qingfeng Sword held steady, and gave a cold nod.

Zhang Changshui let out a long breath of relief, having finally remembered at the last possible moment. From the icy look in Ye Qingchen’s eyes, Zhang Changshui had no doubt that if he had been even a second later, the sword would have fallen without question.

Trembling, Zhang Changshui said, "That mining slave named Ye Changqing... due to his excellent physical condition, he was given as tribute to Dragon Tiger Mountain, a two-star sect in the Yanyang Kingdom!"

Ye Qingchen furrowed his brow, but he also breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn’t know what kind of power Dragon Tiger Mountain was, at least he now knew his father was still alive. That was his greatest comfort.

Afterward, Ye Qingchen had Zhang Changshui find the transfer register. Upon verification, he indeed saw his father Ye Changqing’s name, which put his mind somewhat at ease. Although Ye Qingchen wanted to slay all the Heavenly Profound Sect disciples in the Xuan Ore Cave and rescue the innocent mining slaves, he knew that the sect’s experts would be arriving soon. Therefore, he dared not linger. After confirming his father’s whereabouts, he kicked Zhang Changshui unconscious and turned to leave.

"Do you think you can come and go from the Heavenly Profound Sect as you please?"

However, just as Ye Qingchen turned his head, a furious shout halted his steps. With two soft swooshes, a pair of figures blocked his path. Ye Qingchen furrowed his brows. The two people who had just appeared were far stronger than the Protective Elder, both in terms of their aura and their Spiritual Energy fluctuations.

Seeing the two appear, Cheng Zhibin shouted excitedly, "Elders, this guy already knows our Heavenly Profound Sect’s secrets! We cannot let him leave this place alive!"

Cheng Zhibin was overjoyed. The two arriving elders were both experts at the Third Layer of the Martial Spirit Realm. Although Ye Qingchen had barely managed to defeat the Second-Layer Protective Elder, he stood absolutely no chance against two at the Third Layer!

Upon hearing Cheng Zhibin’s words, the two Heavenly Profound Sect elders also realized the severity of the situation. The so-called "secrets" of the Heavenly Profound Sect were, in truth, the various atrocities it had committed. If word of these deeds got out, the sect would become a target of public condemnation and plunge into a state from which it could never recover.

Wasting no words, the two elders attacked simultaneously, flanking Ye Qingchen from the left and right.

Facing two Third-Layer Martial Spirit Realm experts, Ye Qingchen didn’t dare be careless. He pushed his Dual Pupil Martial Soul to its absolute limit while simultaneously unleashing both the Fen Tian Earth Fire and the Ancient Jade Spiritual Fire.

"Leaf Blade Storm!"

The moment his Dual Pupil Martial Soul detected an opening in the elders’ attacks, Ye Qingchen instantly unleashed the Earth Rank Martial Technique, Leaf Blade Storm. Empowered by the Fen Tian Earth Fire and the Ancient Jade Spiritual Fire, the attack transformed into a sea of flames. As wood feeds fire, the blaze grew even more intense, and an overwhelming storm of fiery blades surged toward the two elders.

But the two elders, worthy of their status as Third-Layer Martial Spirit Realm experts, easily deflected Ye Qingchen’s ferocious attack by working together. Ye Qingchen was not discouraged. If Third-Layer Martial Spirit Realm experts were so easy to defeat, the realm wouldn’t be worthy of its name.

"Willow Wood Martial Soul, Bind!"

Even as Ye Qingchen had launched his Leaf Blade Storm, he had been covertly preparing the innate ability of his Willow Wood Martial Soul. The instant the storm of blades faded, five or six vines as thick as thighs erupted from the ground beneath one of the elders, trapping him completely.

Ye Qingchen would not let such an opportunity slip by. Qingfeng Sword in hand, he lunged forward, executing Sword Dusting the Wind as he slashed toward the trapped elder.

Although one elder was bound, the other was free to move and would not let Ye Qingchen succeed so easily. The free elder thrust both hands forward, intercepting Ye Qingchen’s Sword Dusting the Wind for his companion. The trapped elder seized this opening, fiercely hacking at the vines with his weapon and breaking free from the restraints.