306: Chapter 306 Restless Moment

Zhao Hu heard the youthful voice full of vigor. Seeing it was only a youth at the Qi Refining Fourth Layer, he couldn't help but sneer.

"Where did this brat come from, daring to be so insolent before me? Let me tell you, I am the head of the Zhao Family. I've come today to see your Patriarch Ye. Tell him to get out here and see me immediately!"

Behind Zhao Hu, the Patriarch of the Liu Family also chimed in, his tone contemptuous.

"A tiny Ye Family thinks they're worthy of occupying a treasure land like the Lingxiao Sect? Do you even deserve it?"

Hearing these aggressive words, the Retainers below gripped their Magical Artifacts tightly, their eyes tense, waiting for Ye Tianyao's order to strike.

Ye Tianyao's heart burned with fury. He clenched his fists, forcing down the urge to attack, and said coldly, "My grandfather is handling Sect affairs and has no time for you.

If you're dissatisfied, leave your names. Once my grandfather is done, he will naturally come to settle things with you.

If you continue to cause a ruckus and provoke us here, don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Impolite? Just with you?"

Zhao Hu acted as if he had heard the world's biggest joke and waved his hand.

A Cultivator at the Qi Refining Seventh Layer behind him rushed forward, holding a long saber and slashing toward Ye Tianyao. He grinned savagely, "Little brat, today this old man will teach you what rules are!"

The long saber, carrying a sharp wind, sliced through the morning mist and bore down on Ye Tianyao's face.

The cultivation of that Qi Refining Seventh Layer Cultivator was three whole layers higher than Ye Tianyao's. His force was heavy and fierce; clearly, he didn't take this teenage boy seriously and showed no mercy.

Ye Tianyao's pupils constricted. Though furious, he didn't lose his composure.

He kept his grandfather's warning "not to act rashly" firmly in mind. Knowing his cultivation was inferior, he knew a head-on clash was not the best strategy.

His body suddenly retreated rapidly. His toes tapped against the Void Realm, and using the rudimentary movement techniques he had learned at the martial arts hall, he barely managed to dodge that fatal strike.

The long saber struck empty air, smashing heavily onto the jade steps of the Lingxiao Sect's mountain gate, sending stone fragments flying with a dull, thunderous boom.

"Quick reactions, but a pity the gap is too large!"

The Qi Refining Seventh Layer Cultivator sneered, stepped forward, and swung the long saber again. The blade's light flickered, sealing off all of Ye Tianyao's paths of retreat.

The surrounding Cultivators from the Zhao and Liu families laughed mockingly, their eyes full of playfulness, as if they had already seen Ye Tianyao slashed down and dead.

"Die!" Just as the Cultivator tried to close in, a flash of white light suddenly streaked past. The Cultivator felt his arm lighten, followed by a spray of blood.

His arm had been severed cleanly, tumbling onto the rubble along with the saber in his hand.

"Aaaaah!"

The intense pain made the Cultivator scream out, as blood dyed the stone steps completely red.

An old man dressed in green robes rose into the air, stepping upon a snow-white blade, looking down indifferently at the troublemaking Cultivators.

He said coldly, "You all come uninvited and even harm my descendant. You have quite the nerve!"

This old man exuded a natural authority that made Zhao Hu, who had been provocatively attacking the mountain just moments ago, suddenly feel a deep sense of dread. However, he then found it ridiculous; the old man before him was only at the Mid-stage Foundation Establishment. Why should he, a Late Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator, fear him?

Zhao Hu immediately barked.

"You are Patriarch Ye, Ye Jing?!"

Ye Jing stood in mid-air, his robes fluttering loudly in the mountain wind.

Faint Spiritual Qi swirled around the snow-white blade beneath his feet. His deep eyes swept over the crowd below. His tone was devoid of emotion, yet it carried an intimidating pressure: "It is indeed I."

Zhao Hu's heart stifled under Ye Jing's Aura. He then used his Primordial Spirit to probe for a while, confirming that Ye Jing was indeed the strongest person there, a Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

Hardening his heart and stiffening his neck, he scolded, "Ye Jing, you're merely a Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator, only relying on the protection of the Qingyun Sect. If you're smart, take your people and leave the Lingxiao Sect. Perhaps we might even become colleagues under the Qingyun Sect's rule in the future!"

The Patriarch of the Liu Family hurried forward, adding with a sinister smile, "Indeed, Patriarch Ye. Your Ye Family is weak and isolated. With just your Mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, you cannot hold onto a treasure land like the Lingxiao Sect.

It's better for a wise man to submit to the circumstances. Hand this place over, and Brother Zhao and I can still guarantee the safety of your Ye Family. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Ye Jing raised an eyebrow slightly, with a hint of playfulness.

He thought to himself: Yun Ling had told him before that occupying the Lingxiao Sect would bring trouble from short-sighted families. However, he wouldn't seek help from Yun Ling. After all, if he could resolve these defiant fellows once and for all and make a name for the Ye Family, why not?

Seeing this, Zhao Hu swung a large axe and slashed forward: "Then you can go to hell!"

He couldn't be bothered to waste more words with this old man; it was better to just finish him off.

Facing the incoming axe blade, Ye Jing calmly said to Ye Tianyao, "Tianyao, retreat to a safe place!"

Ye Tianyao hurriedly flew back. He watched as the powerful axe shadow slashed down, while blue flames ignited in Ye Jing's hand. A Blue Flame Meteor Hammer instantly struck the axe with heavy force.

"Bang!"

The loud explosion made the entire Lingxiao Sect mountain gate tremble slightly, as shockwaves swept out in all directions like a tide.

The fierce wind made the robes of the Zhao and Liu family Cultivators flap loudly.

Those with weaker cultivation were even blown directly to the ground, immediately spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Zhao Hu felt his palm go numb. The heavy strike of the meteor hammer also carried a scorching force.

He gritted his teeth, the web of his hand aching from the shock, and hurriedly retreated.

"Damn it, how is this old man's strength so great!"

The people around were also in disbelief. This old man could actually block Zhao Hu's full-strength strike and even push him back. Was this something a Mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation should be capable of?

A sliver of wariness rose in Zhao Hu's heart. He looked at the tall, somewhat thin old man and hurriedly roared at those behind him who were just watching the show: "What are you still standing there for! All of you, attack together! I don't believe a single Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator can beat so many of us!"

His roar jolted the people around him awake. They all picked up their weapons and directed their attacks toward Ye Jing.

Ye Jing was completely fearless. Looking at so many Foundation Establishment Cultivators, that burning sensation in his chest surged up once again.

When he fought the Law Enforcement Elder before, his physical tempering had already advanced to the next level. Now, his cultivation was also feeling restless due to the battle.

So, he wasn't in a hurry to use the help of Yao Beasts this time. Instead, he wanted a good fight to gain insights and improve his cultivation.

Facing so many people shouting to surround and kill him, Ye Jing let out a loud shout: "Well come!"

Ye Jing's figure flashed as he pushed the Azure Feather Wind-Riding Art to its limit, turning directly into a green phantom that darted rapidly through the crowd.

The Blue Flame Meteor Hammer was swung so tightly in his hands that not even wind could pass through. The flames burning on the hammer's body ensured every swing carried fierce power and scorching Spiritual Power.

When it struck a Spiritual Artifact, sparks would fly everywhere. When it struck a Cultivator, it would directly incinerate the person and the fire into ashes, leaving them unable to even let out a scream.

A Cultivator at the Qi Refinement Stage holding a longsword took advantage of the moment Ye Jing was entangled with others to sneak attack from behind. The tip of the sword gathered dense Spiritual Power, pointing directly at the center of Ye Jing's back.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Ye Jing didn't turn around. He delivered a heavy backward kick with his left foot, striking the Cultivator's chest squarely.

Only a crisp "crack" was heard.

The Cultivator screamed as his chest caved in. Like a kite with a broken string, he flew out and slammed heavily against the stone wall outside the mountain gate, his breath gone.