?66: Chapter 66: Zhuo Junting’s Call for Help 66: Chapter 66: Zhuo Junting’s Call for Help Late at night!

    Ye Xuan was alone in the room, gazing out at the moonlit window, his face showing no ripple of emotion.

    He knew that Ye Ping’s return was surely the Ye Family’s doing.

    But no matter what the Ye Family’s intentions were, it bothered Ye Xuan not.

    Should they not know their place, in Ye Xuan’s eyes, they had but one path: death.

    Ye Xuan’s thoughts were simple: If Ye Ping truly came back out of filial piety for their mother, he would not obstruct him.

    After all, Ye Ping was born of his mother, and so long as he behaved properly, Ye Xuan would still stand as Ye Ping’s elder brother in front of their mother.

    But if Ye Ping’s return was fueled by ulterior motives – even if he was Ye Xuan’s own brother – Ye Xuan would be ruthless and cold, ensuring that Ye Ping would vanish from this world.

    ...

    Time flew swiftly, and a month had passed since Ye Ping’s return.

    During this time, nothing significant happened; their mother glowed with happiness every day, seemingly rejuvenated by a decade, which brought some comfort to Ye Xuan.

    Meanwhile, Xia Qingzhu paid a New Year’s visit to their mother and Yun Mengyao, under the guise of a home visit, had also called several times.

    But Ye Xuan did not show himself during these visits, clearly not wanting any involvement with either woman.

    During this period, strange phenomena began to surface around the world.

    Though not reported in the news, various rumors were circulating online.

    An international netizen commented that they had witnessed a hundred-yard-long serpent swimming in the Amazon River, even swallowing a crocodile whole.

    Despite the blurriness of the photo posted by this netizen, it was undeniably a serpentine creature.

    Other netizens from different countries also claimed to have seen terrifying entities, yet no one believed them.

    As these statements converged online, these witnesses were convinced of the reality of these frightening beings, sparking considerable upheaval.

    Around the world, bloodshed was rampant, yet the perpetrators remained elusive.

    Many livestock and human bodies were found stripped to the bone, inciting immense panic in some areas.

    Secret organizations from various nations surfaced, investigating these bizarre incidents, but ultimately they found no answers they sought.

    ...

    The harsh winter passed, and the spring breeze caressed one’s face.

    In March, a season of warm springs and blooming flowers, tender green sprouted from the branches, and the chirping of birds heralded the gradual resurgence of all living things, instilling a sense of vibrant life.

    Biyun Pavilion, the botanical garden.

    Though the air still carried a chill, the diverse flora of the botanical garden boasted young buds, signaling that winter was over and spring was rushing forth.

    Ye Xuan wandered alone in the botanical garden until he came to a clear space and finally stopped.

    With flowing hands like clouds, and a gentle breeze, Ye Xuan’s fists and feet danced, sending ripples through the void.

    A hazy and illusory blood light gradually blossomed around him.

    “Huff!”

    A tainted breath as thick as a cobweb expelled from Ye Xuan’s mouth, followed by a muffled echo through the void, as his movements came to a halt.

    “Having watched for so long, aren’t you going to come out?” Ye Xuan said, standing with his hands clasped behind his back.

    “Mr.

    Ye, please help me take revenge!”

    From a concealed stack of grass, a disheveled woman emerged, her face smeared with dirt, obscuring her features, but her eyes were full of blood, staring excitedly at the Ye Xuan before her.

    Zhuo Junting!

    The once graceful and dignified aura was no longer present.

    Her disheveled and dirty attire and unkempt appearance were testament to the many hardships she must have endured these past months.

    “Why should I help you?” Ye Xuan asked calmly.

    “My grandfather is dead, my father is dead as well, all these things were done by that beast Zhuo Wenbin, my second uncle.

    If you don’t help me, I don’t know who else in Jiangnan City can,” Zhuo Junting said with a wry smile.

    “But what does this have to do with me?” Ye Xuan slowly shook his head, his voice devoid of any emotion.

    “Mr.

    Ye, I beg you!”

    Bang!

    Zhuo Junting suddenly knelt, continuously kowtowing to Ye Xuan.

    Her forehead collided with the ground, causing trickles of fresh blood to flow, and copious tears burst forth; her voice trembled extremely.

    That day, at the Bohai Hotel, Ye Xuan had spared this woman’s life.

    Later, the Zhuo Family even sent his information to the Leng Family.

    Although it was the Zhuo patriarch’s idea and had nothing to do with Zhuo Junting, Ye Xuan was not kind enough to repay enmity with virtue.

    “The affairs of your Zhuo Family are none of my concern.

    If you seek revenge, that too is your own business.

    You may leave now.” Ye Xuan spoke calmly and turned to walk towards his home.

    “Mr.

    Ye, please, I implore you to help me.” Watching Ye Xuan’s retreating figure, Zhuo Junting cried out in sorrow.

    Sadly, Ye Xuan had already walked far away, without a hint of soft-heartedness.

    Zhuo Junting staggered to her feet and hurriedly pursued Ye Xuan, but by the time Ye Xuan entered his home, despair had emerged in Zhuo Junting’s eyes.

    Then, she collapsed weakly in front of Ye Xuan’s door, unable to rise again.

    ...

    At the same time, within the Zhuo Family villa.

    Zhuo Wenbin’s face was cold as he lounged on a sofa.

    Opposite him was a ghastly pale and withered old man, whose ten fingers resembled ghostly claws, and when his eyes opened and closed, two ghostly flames appeared, making for a frightening sight.

    “Ghost Elder, we’ve found the girl.

    She’s right at that Mr.

    Ye’s doorstep.

    What should we do?” Zhuo Wenbin’s face was somber, and a hint of panic flickered in his eyes.

    Evidently, Ye Xuan had placed significant pressure on him.

    “This man is not simple; we must not act rashly,” the Ghost Elder spoke heavily.

    “But if we don’t kill this girl, how can I obtain the essence of her blood for the cultivation of Netherworld’s True Solution?” Zhuo Wenbin said unwillingly.

    “Hmph!”

    Observing the dissatisfaction in Zhuo Wenbin’s eyes, the Ghost Elder snorted coldly, “If he really is the one who annihilated the Leng Family as you say, even though I cultivate the art of the Ghost Path, I might not be his match.”

    “But Ghost Elder, you are a master of the Ghost Path, not a true Ancient Martial Artist, with your unpredictable methods, can’t you deal with this Ye Xuan?” Zhuo Wenbin said incredulously.

    “Are you an idiot?”

    The Ghost Elder’s face grew dark, and he scolded directly, “Back then, when I used the ghost infant to devour your father’s vital blood, it was thwarted by this man.

    This Ye Xuan is far from simple.

    Without absolute certainty, I will not oppose him.”

    The Ghost Elder exhibited a trace of fear in his eyes.

    He actually hadn’t told Zhuo Wenbin the truth.

    When his ghost infant had been destroyed, he suffered grave injuries and only recovered his primordial Qi after several months.

    That was without even encountering Ye Xuan in person.

    If he were to directly confront Ye Xuan, he feared he would not be a match.

    “If it weren’t for my discovery that your father had sided with the Leng Family and completely severed ties with Ye Xuan, do you think I would have easily taken action to help you secure the position of Family Head?” the Ghost Elder said with displeasure.

    Looking at the Ghost Elder’s gloomy expression, Zhuo Wenbin suddenly realized, “Could it be...

    Could it be that we just let this girl go?”

    “Heh!”

    The Ghost Elder let out a sinister laugh, a strange glint flashing in his eyes, “You’re thinking too much, always seeing this Ye Xuan as an adversary.

    Judging by his actions, this man is not kindhearted.

    If we could become friends with him, it would be greatly beneficial to us.

    Moreover, your dear niece may not even be able to move this expert.”

    Zhuo Wenbin had a sudden epiphany.

    Yes, he hadn’t offended Mr.

    Ye, so why couldn’t they become friends?

    “So...

    what do you suggest?” Zhuo Wenbin asked cautiously.

    “Bring a generous gift, we’ll visit him in person,” the Ghost Elder stated with a firm gaze.