225: Chapter 225 Analytic Geometry

Everyone exchanged cups and chatted happily during the banquet, having a wonderful time.

During this time, the Elders constantly toasted Grandfather Ye Tuantu and Ye Yisong. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that their branch would surely occupy a pivotal position in the Family in the future.

Not only had the grandfather and his two grandsons all broken through to the Martial Ancestor realm, but two of them were even Late Stage Martial Ancestor powerhouses, and they were the Martial King seeds the Family was cultivating with all its might—the hope of the next generation.

"Come, come, drink!"

"Thirteen, you must look after my boys in the future."

"Indeed, and please guide my good-for-nothing ones as well."

It was not until the middle of the night that everyone dispersed, still wanting more. Before leaving, they did not forget to rub against Ye Yisong, saying it was to let their own children rub off some of his Luck.

"Let's go, the Old Ancestor has summoned you."

After seeing off the Elders, Clan Leader Ye Tuanhui stopped Ye Yisong and told him to go to the peak of Luomu Mountain to pay his respects to Old Ancestor Ye Rongming.

"Yisong pays respects to the Old Ancestor."

Ye Yisong walked to a spot five steps away from the Old Ancestor and bowed respectfully.

"Come here, let me take a good look at you." Old Ancestor Ye Rongming sat alone on a meditation cushion, letting the mountain wind howl and lash against his body. Only when Ye Yisong spoke did he open his eyes, carefully checking Ye Yisong's condition with his Divine Sense, then raised his hand to signal Ye Yisong to come closer.

"It is good that you returned safely."

"Do you blame this old man for breaking his word and not going to Linhai Prefecture in person to bring you home?"

"Yisong does not blame you; I understand the Old Ancestor's difficulties. It was not that you did not want to go, but that you could not." Ye Yisong shook his head and spoke his heart.

Just now during the banquet, the Elders had already told Ye Yisong about the Wei Family's other arrangements in Cangjiang Prefecture over the past few days, each adding their own piece of information.

To prevent the Ye Family from supporting Ye Yisong, the Wei Family Old Ancestor had led ten Martial Ancestor powerhouses to pay a visit. Under the guise of exchange and learning, they stayed at Luomu Mountain for a full five days before taking their leave.

The meaning behind this was tacitly understood by everyone; they did not even bother to pretend anymore, as it was simply to monitor Old Ancestor Ye Rongming at close range.

"Good child." Old Ancestor Ye Rongming patted Ye Yisong's shoulder and asked with concern, "I heard you encountered a Martial King powerhouse on the road. Tell me about his appearance."

"Yes, Old Ancestor." Ye Yisong recalled, "That Senior was wearing a black profound robe and had a small black mole between his eyebrows, giving people a feeling of uprightness and generosity."

"Oh, right, he also took the Formation Plate that Senior Zhao Fenghua gave me and observed it for a long time."

"Governor Guo Lei of Nanya Commandery." Relying on Ye Yisong's description, Old Ancestor Ye Rongming revealed the old man's identity.

"You are lucky, kid. Governor Guo and Zhao Fenghua come from the same sect and are both Tier 5 Formation Masters. Although their ambitions differ, their relationship is decent. With this bit of established goodwill, he shouldn't have made things difficult for you, right?"

"No, Governor Guo only gave us a verbal warning and let Boss Ye and me go easily."

"Here is a Millennium Dragon Blood Ginseng. Please deliver it to Boss Ye for me." Old Ancestor Ye Rongming took out the precious medicine he had prepared from his sleeve, handed it to Ye Yisong, and signaled for him to make the trip.

"This Disciple takes his leave." Ye Yisong took the jade box, bowed respectfully, walked down the high platform alone, and went to find Boss Ye.

"This kid is truly a freak. His cultivation has improved so rapidly, yet his Foundation is completely unaffected; on the contrary, it has become even more stable. How strange!"

"There are indeed more and more Late Stage Martial Ancestor powerhouses in the Family, but the number of Early and Middle Stage Martial Ancestor powerhouses has not changed much. Tuanhui still does not pay enough attention to the cultivation of the younger generation."

"Tuanhui, announce to the whole Family: any clan member below the Martial Ancestor realm who has not improved their strength within a year will be led by the Family's Martial Ancestor Elders for a month of intensive training in batches; any Martial Ancestor clan member who has not improved in three years will be taught by me personally for seven days."

Old Ancestor Ye Rongming thought about it and decided he had to personally oversee the clan members' cultivation, so he sent a message to Clan Leader Ye Tuanhui.

Once the announcement was made, wailing could be heard all over the Family. The Old Ancestor had given the order personally; "intensive training" and "teaching" sounded far from simple. Those who did not meet the standards would surely have a layer of skin peeled off.

Even the Elders of the various halls were somewhat worried. Improving one star in three years—what kind of Prodigy is that?

...

"Old man."

When Ye Yisong delivered the Millennium Dragon Blood Ginseng to Boss Ye and arrived at Lingmu Peak, the morning light was just beginning to dawn, and a sliver of white appeared on the horizon.

Ye Jiexin was not resting; he was reading a book titled "Analytical Geometry" with great interest. The pages were a bit curled at the edges; its original owner must have loved this book very much and studied it daily. It was just unknown how the book ended up in Ye Jiexin's hands.

"Sit."

Ye Jiexin pointed to the empty seat opposite him and looked up at Ye Yisong, "Where did you scavenge this book from? Yuelai Pavilion? Or some market?"

"Don't tell me that you wrote this book yourself."

"Old man, you are looking down on me a bit too much. I wrote this book myself." Ye Yisong bristled. Every single character in those ten books was written by Ye Yisong, stroke by stroke, personally.

For this, he had even stayed up all night!

As for the masters behind it like Lagrange, Gauss, Descartes, and so on, he wouldn't know them even if he told Ye Jiexin.

"If you won't say, then forget it."

Ye Jiexin glanced sideways at Ye Yisong and did not continue to press for answers.

"Do you know what level the Talisman Making skills of those ten clan members who went with you to Linhai Prefecture have broken through to now?"

"What level have they broken through to?" Ye Yisong asked curiously, glancing at the ten rooms outside as he spoke.

"Those five Tier 1 Talisman Makers have all broken through to Tier 2 Talisman Makers, including the two who returned early."

"As for the other five who were already Tier 2 Talisman Makers, as of yesterday, three have already broken through to Tier 3 Talisman Makers."

"These uncles did well; they didn't tarnish my reputation. It was worth my personally teaching them for three months."

"Hmph! Your reputation?" Ye Jiexin put down the book in his hand and stared at Ye Yisong until he saw him shudder before stopping.

"Do you know what the consequences will be if this matter gets out?"

"Never mind the Wei Family wanting to kill you; even in the East Sea Province, or even the entire Great Wei, every Family with Talisman Makers will pounce on you like a pack of hungry wolves and tear you to pieces."

"It's not that serious, right! It's just a few Tier 2 and Tier 3 Talisman Makers. At worst, I'll just make this book public."

"A few Tier 2 and Tier 3 Talisman Makers? You have a lot of nerve. Besides, are you willing to do that?" Ye Jiexin teased, not waiting for him to answer, "I'm not even willing!"

"Don't worry about this matter; I will speak to the Old Ancestor. These ten people will stay at Lingmu Peak for now, under my personal supervision."

"Do not teach the book to anyone else," Ye Jiexin warned Ye Yisong.

"I understand." Seeing Ye Jiexin pick up the book again, Ye Yisong stood up, went to his own private meditation room, lay down on the bed, and fell fast asleep.

"Stinky brat."

Hearing Ye Yisong's snoring from outside, Ye Jiexin cursed with a smile, came in, and covered him with a quilt.