CHAPTER 582: CHAPTER 582: WHAT LEVEL, DARING TO SHARE A SURNAME WITH ME

"Give up?"

Xiao Zhan looked at Ye Youlong’s expression and knew what was on her mind.

As her strength increased, her life force waned in tandem. The faster the improvement, the swifter the decline. Ye Youlong didn’t want to die so soon.

But this day would inevitably come.

"Taoist Sue Lian once said, ’Yin Yang Thought, Yin being born within Yang, and Yang within Yin, face death calmly, and we still have a glimmer of hope. If we keep hesitating like this, then we truly are on a path to certain death.’"

"But..."

"But what?"

Xiao Zhan stared into Ye Youlong’s eyes, waiting for her to complete her sentence, but she just couldn’t say it.

Seeing her helpless look, Xiao Zhan felt incredibly pained inside. Ye Youlong was such an outstanding person, who had never given up no matter what difficulties she faced, always confident.

But now, she too was trapped in this despair, unable to extricate herself.

"Come on."

Actually, Xiao Zhan wanted to say that she didn’t have to die.

But now, this sentence had become the unsaid boundary of their tacit understanding, and neither of them would speak it out loud.

"Alright."

Ye Youlong composed herself and began her cultivation.

She even felt that she’d somehow become fussy, which was unlike her past self.

Could it be that she was about to become a mother?

Did they use protection last night?

Too ecstatic to remember clearly...

...

Quickly, a month had passed.

Everyone emerged from the Cultivation Room, and so did Xiao Zhan.

His aura was visibly much stronger than a month ago, but likewise, his spirit seemed much more wilted than before.

"Kid, what kind of method are you practicing? A beautiful wife is great, but you can’t cultivate like this, can you? The uninformed might think your wife has drained you dry."

Ye Qingtian saw Xiao Zhan’s pale complexion and couldn’t help but blurt it out.

What a wilted look, like a near-dead person, the very image of being sapped of life.

The others couldn’t hold back their laughter either.

For Xiao Zhan, they were envious and jealous.

Seeing him in a fix, naturally, they were happy.

"Racket."

Ye Youlong listened to these boisterous sounds and coldly huffed her dissatisfaction.

Mocking Xiao Zhan was equivalent to mocking her.

Xiao Zhan’s current condition already dampened her mood, and now these people were making fun of him, making her even more annoyed.

"Who are you calling racket?" Ye Qingtian flared up immediately.

"You."

"How dare you!"

Ye Qingtian roared again.

"What is this attitude? How dare you talk to me like that!"

Ye Youlong was the junior, and they were her seniors. What was the harm in seniors teasing the juniors a little?

Besides, what they said was the truth. Her appearing so haggard made it hard not to let the imagination wander.

"Your attitude is what I’m giving you!"

Ye Youlong retorted without yielding.

Her temperament feared no one.

She wasn’t afraid in the past, and certainly not now.

Why? Three ’four-character truths’ summed up her character.

"Not going to die."

"Good if not dead."

"Good even if dead."

So, do you think she’s scared or not?

"Ye Qingtian, it seems like your niece does not take you seriously at all."

Those who enjoyed watching the drama didn’t mind escalating it, and as they saw Ye Qingtian losing face, they immediately began to stir the pot.

Ye Qingtian originally had a hot temper. Being publicly disrespected by Ye Youlong, he was already finding it hard to bear, and now with others fanning the flames, he became even less able to contain himself.

It only took a spark to light the fuse.

But thinking of the Yin Yang Lotus that Xiao Zhan had used before, he forced himself to calm down internally.

He turned to Xiao Zhan, "Nephew Xiao, is this the way your woman behaves? Aren’t you going to manage her?"

Knowing Ye Youlong’s temper, which was of someone who feared neither heaven nor earth, he turned to start from Xiao Zhan.

But he forgot, Xiao Zhan was all ears to his wife, always listening to her.

"Yes, I also think that was over the line."

Xiao Zhan nodded, appearing to agree with Ye Qingtian’s sentiment, then turned to Ye Youlong and said, "Wifey, how can you say that? What do you mean by treating others the way they treat you?"

"Um, Nephew Xiao is right..." Ye Qingtian repeatedly nodded his agreement with Xiao Zhan’s attitude.

But before he could finish his sentence, Xiao Zhan interrupted, "Didn’t you see that I’m a comma? I haven’t finished speaking yet."

"?"

Xiao Zhan continued, "If someone is a dog and it bites you, are you going to bite back?"

"Yes, don’t bite."

Ye Youlong cooperatively admitted her fault.

Xiao Zhan, however, raised a finger and wagged it, "Wrong! You not only have to bite back, but you also have to bite until your mouth is dripping with oil!"

Ye Youlong: ???

Okay, in the end, I’m too tender-cute; I can’t keep up with Husband Xiao Zhan’s pace.

"Do you hear that, Old Thing?"

Ye Youlong arrogantly addressed Ye Qingtian, Old Thing, your way of thinking is outdated.

"You brat, you’re looking for death!"

Ye Qingtian couldn’t restrain his rage anymore, he couldn’t believe that his rare moment of calm resulted in even greater humiliating insults!

"Man leads and woman follows, I’ll make you ’man leads and woman follows’ today! Wail for me!"

Ye Qingtian summoned with a gesture, and a long spear appeared in his hand, exuding a rolling momentum of wind and fire as he lunged at Xiao Zhan with a thrust.

Xiao Zhan first glanced at Zhan Yuntian standing to the side, seeing that he had no intention to interfere, and then he understood.

Immediately, the Demon Scythe in his hand, he was not polite anymore.

Xiao Zhan’s body concentrated the Power of Death, rapidly and briefly executing Extreme Compression, while his muscles forcefully burst with strength, smashing harshly at Ye Qingtian with a merciless blow of the Demon Scythe!

Boom!

The two weapons clashed!

A piercing sound ensued.

Ye Qingtian’s Wind and Fire Tyrant Spear was directly deflected off course, almost flying out of his grasp.

But Xiao Zhan’s attack momentum remained relentless, slamming into Ye Qingtian’s chest with a thud.

Splat!

Ye Qingtian immediately spewed out a mouthful of old blood!

Following that, he was sent flying, heavily crashing against the wall, falling to the ground, unable to get up for a long while.

Hiss!

The scene immediately drew a sharp intake of breath.

Everyone watched this spectacle with utter shock, unable to believe that Xiao Zhan actually possessed such a terrifying burst of power.

They all assumed Xiao Zhan would be pummeled on the ground by Ye Qingtian, after all, Ye Qingtian was not some insignificant Seventh Grade like Meng Zehao, but one from a powerful and well-established Seventh Grade family.

Xiao Zhan was formidable, but surely he was no match for Ye Qingtian.

But the outcome was dramatic.

Xiao Zhan not only won, but he also won cleanly and decisively.

Like sweeping away decayed wood, utterly irresistible.

As they looked at Xiao Zhan, they were too intimidated to speak aloud, and even some who were mocking fiercely earlier were now quietly backing away.

"Old Thing, what level do you think you are, daring to share a syllable of a name with me?"

Xiao Zhan stood in front of Ye Qingtian, looking down upon him from above.