88: Chapter 88 Going Home

"Respectfully send off the Old Ancestor," Ye Jiesheng and the other two saluted, their hearts still fluttering with excitement, tension, and worry.

Upon hearing that the Old Ancestor had caught another Flood Dragon, they were incredibly excited; this meant the Family could keep the first Flood Dragon entirely for themselves, without having to share its treasures with the Wei and Wang families.

Later, when the Flood Dragon was lost after being caught, they sighed in regret. But when the story evolved from capturing a Tier 4 Flood Dragon to hunting a severely injured Tier 5 Flood Dragon, their blood boiled. If they had taken down a Tier 5 Flood Dragon, the three giants of Cangjiang Prefecture would have had a voice even across the entire East Sea Province.

Unfortunately, they failed at the final hurdle; they went to hunt an old Dragon, only for an even older Dragon to appear!

It even almost ate the Wang Family's Old Ancestor; it was truly terrifying.

Everyone understood that if the Wang Family's Old Ancestor was killed, their own Old Ancestor would likely not escape unscathed. After all, their Old Ancestor was a newly promoted Martial King, and in terms of Cultivation Technique, precious armor, and Talismans, he could not compare to the Martial King experts of the Wei and Wang families.

Ye Jiesheng looked at the jade box and Storage Pouch in his hand, shouting internally, "The Old Ancestor is generous! The Old Ancestor is wise!"

He had already secretly checked with his Divine Sense; the Storage Pouch contained five hundred catties of Grade 4 Demonic Beast flesh and one catty of Tier 5 Flood Dragon flesh.

With the help of this Demonic Beast flesh, Ye Jiesheng was confident he could reach the Nine-Star Martial Sect within fifty years.

By then, there might even be a glimmer of a chance to glimpse the Tier 5 realm!

"Let's go, back to Luanshi Peak first." Ye Jiesheng picked up Ye Yisong and flew toward his training grounds, inwardly calculating how to reasonably get Ye Yisong to hand over the Storage Pouch the Old Ancestor had given him for safekeeping!

Until their figures disappeared from view, Ye Xiaowu remained where he was, staring at the Storage Pouch in his hand and grinning foolishly; it was unclear how much the Old Ancestor had given him to make him so happy.

"I should go report Yisong's situation to the Clan Chief in person!" Ye Xiaowu muttered. With Ye Yisong's fortune, he felt he couldn't handle it.

He had gone out on a trip and received over a hundred catties of Grade 4 Demonic Beast meat. It smelled delicious, but it was from a Late Stage Grade 4 Yao Beast snake and a Flood Dragon; his small frame couldn't handle such powerful resources!

His own death was a small matter, but if a Family Prodigy fell because of him, his crime would be immense.

Thinking of this, Ye Xiaowu felt immense pressure. He arrived at the Dali Courtyard alone and in secret, reporting everything that had happened during this period and what he had heard from the Old Ancestor to Clan Leader Ye Tuanhui in great detail.

"You've worked hard!" After listening to Ye Xiaowu's report, Clan Leader Ye Tuanhui was completely shocked. What kind of situation was this!

He had learned yesterday via a transmission Talisman that Ye Yisong had been swallowed into a snake's belly and later saved by Ye Jiesheng at the cost of his life. Hearing it again today, the anger, disappointment, and shock in his heart had subsided slightly; after all, Ye Yisong had been saved.

Not just him, the entire Luomu Mountain was shocked!

When the Family's treasure ship returned yesterday from Shuinan County, Weinan County, and Jianshui County, before it even reached Luomu Mountain, the whole story about Ye Yisong had already spread. A Grade 4 Yao Beast snake appeared at the Shuinan County government office and ate the double champion of the Shuinan County Martial Examination—what kind of ghost story was this?

This matter could not be suppressed; thousands had seen it with their own eyes, and tens of thousands were caught in the aftermath of the battle. A little inquiry was enough to know what had happened.

As for what Ye Xiaowu said later about Ye Yisong requesting the Old Ancestor to come out and capture a Dragon, that was even more unbelievable. The key was that he really did catch a Tier 4 Flood Dragon, along with four Tier 4 sea beasts, and it was said they later caught another Flood Dragon, but unfortunately, it escaped.

The Old Ancestor also almost hunted a Tier 5 Flood Dragon—what kind of fairy tale was this!

If Ye Xiaowu hadn't told him personally, Clan Leader Ye Tuanhui would have thought he had encountered the biggest scam in Cangjiang Prefecture.

Before Clan Leader Ye Tuanhui had even digested the shocking news brought by Ye Xiaowu, a flying transmission Talisman from the Old Ancestor arrived!

It came with three enticing Storage Pouches!

"Tuanhui, vigorously Cultivate the clan members above the Martial Ancestor level. Distribute three hundred catties of Grade 4 Demonic Beast meat to each, and distribute an additional one hundred catties of Tier 4 Flood Dragon meat to the Martial Dao Seed candidates."

The Old Ancestor's meaning was concise: distribute the Grade 4 Demonic Beast meat to the many Martial Ancestor experts in the clan, turning the Demonic Beast meat into the actual strength of the clan's Martial Ancestor experts!

Ever since Clan Leader Ye Tuanhui became Clan Chief, he had never fought such a wealthy battle; his breathing involuntarily quickened significantly.

"What kind of Martial Dao fortune does this child Yisong have?" Clan Leader Ye Tuanhui subconsciously linked everything to Ye Yisong; controlling for variables, Ye Yisong's shadow was in all of these events.

"Gather at the Dali Courtyard, hold a clan meeting!"

Clan Leader Ye Tuanhui sent the same message to all the Elders.

"You go wait in the side hall first. After the Elder meeting ends, gather all the Clan Guard members to receive the Grade 4 Demonic Beast meat."

"Alrighty then." Thinking that he could also receive one hundred catties of Grade 4 Demonic Beast meat, Ye Xiaowu's heartbeat uncontrollably quickened a few beats.

...

"Oh, our son-saving hero has returned!" As soon as Ye Jiesheng entered the area of Luanshi Peak, he heard a sarcastic voice.

"Father, your son is incompetent, please don't tease me." Ye Jiesheng said shamefully. His son had been swallowed by a Yao Beast right in front of him; every time Ye Jiesheng thought of that scene over the past two days, he felt immense guilt.

Ye Yisong had clearly warned him, yet he still committed such a low-level mistake.

Fortunately, he finally saved Ye Yisong from the snake's belly; otherwise, Ye Jiesheng wouldn't know how to face the rest of his life.

"Hmph, what kind of father are you? Your own son gets swallowed by a Yao Beast snake right in front of you, and you can't even protect one person?"

"I think you've cultivated into a dog's stomach."

"You can't even handle this small matter?"

Grandfather Ye Tuantu said angrily, pulling Ye Yisong around to inspect him thoroughly. Confirming that he only had some abrasions on his forehead and back, the heavy stone in his heart finally fell.

Grandfather Ye Tuantu was fifty when Ye Jiesheng was born, and he had waited bitterly until he was one hundred and fifty for his grandson Ye Yisong to be born. With only this one seedling, he had cherished him dearly since childhood.

Suddenly hearing that Ye Yisong had been eaten by a Yao Beast snake, he nearly fainted. He immediately left the Cangjiang Prefecture city and wanted to fly to Shuinan County. If the Clan Chief hadn't stopped him in time and told him that Ye Yisong had been saved and only suffered some superficial injuries, he would never have waited quietly at Luanshi Peak for the return of Ye Jiesheng and his son.

"Grandfather, don't blame Father. To save me, Father exhausted fifty years of his life. Look, he still hasn't recovered yet!" Ye Yisong had known his grandfather Grandfather Ye Tuantu's explosive temper since he was a child, so he immediately stepped in to defend his father Ye Jiesheng, pointing at his father's flushed skin and hair that had turned mostly gray, and said with a pained heart.

"That is what he should have done." Grandfather Ye Tuantu was clearly hard-mouthed but soft-hearted; his tone softened, and looking at his son who now looked older than him, he felt a very uncomfortable sensation in his heart.