22: Chapter 22 The Drunken Sword Immortal VS The Young Ancestor of the Heavenly Demon Cult

"You rogue... hurry up and put your clothes on properly."

Si Youyou hurriedly tidied her lapels, which had just been pulled into disarray; her cheeks, which had been flushed with passion, were now pale with nervousness.

Just moments ago, she had been a peerless, enchanting beauty, full of charm and wishing she could rub Ye Xiu into her very bones.

But now, hearing that shout of "Patriarch," she felt as if a binding curse had been cast upon her.

She turned back, looking at Ye Xiu with a mix of resentment and worry, before taking a deep breath.

As if heading to an execution ground, she lowered her head, crossed her hands in front of her, and shuffled toward the door with small steps.

"Sigh..."

Ye Xiu let out a helpless sigh.

He grabbed the demon slaying sword from the table and hung his wine gourd.

Straightening his somewhat tattered down jacket, he steeled himself and followed behind Si Youyou.

Creak—

The moment the door opened, Ye Xiu's pupils constricted sharply.

The originally bustling Yunyu Tower was now deathly silent.

The sound of drinking games downstairs, the shouting of vendors on the street, even the sound of the wind outside—everything had vanished.

The entire corridor of the second floor was shrouded in a faint but indestructible gray barrier.

This barrier isolated heaven and earth and severed Karma, as if this small piece of the world had been forcibly gouged out from Xianglong City.

And at the end of the corridor, on a grandmaster's chair...

...sat a youth dressed in clothes as white as snow.

He was too young, looking even more youthful than Ye Xiu, with skin as delicate as mutton-fat white jade.

But when Ye Xiu looked into his eyes, he felt as if he were staring into two ancient wells that had been dry for ten thousand years.

The Young Patriarch held a cup of tea, the lid lightly scraping away the tea froth, producing a crisp sound of porcelain clashing.

In this deathly silent space, that crisp sound felt like a heavy hammer striking one's heart.

"Pa... Patriarch."

Si Youyou walked to a spot about thirty feet away from the Young Patriarch, her knees giving way as she knelt directly on the floor.

She buried her head very low, her forehead almost touching the ground, her delicate body trembling slightly. Where was the pride of the 'Number One Beauty in the World' now?

"This Disciple... knows her mistake."

Ye Xiu stood half a step behind Si Youyou and did not kneel.

He possessed the unyielding spirit of the Wine Sword Immortal and cultivated the overbearing nature of the Azure Emperor Scripture; his knees were very stiff.

However, he did not act rashly either, merely keeping his hand on his sword hilt as he watched the unfathomable youth before him with a vigilant expression.

The youth opposite him, however, appeared incredibly relaxed.

His scrutinizing gaze slowly came to rest on Ye Xiu's wine gourd.

"Oh? So that's how it is. Is it this treasure that sealed Tianxing?"

Does this guy have Fiery Golden Eyes?

Or does he have some special perception?

He saw through everything instantly!

"Patriarch..."

Seeing this, Si Youyou seemed to want to explain something.

But it was already too late.

With a flick of the Young Patriarch's hand, the tea in the cup flew toward Ye Xiu like a sharp arrow.

"What?"

Attacking just because of a disagreement?

At this point, Ye Xiu had at least entered the Dao Palace Realm.

His reactions were naturally much faster than before.

Thus, he quickly raised his sword hilt and gave it a swirl in the air!

Gulp!

The water arrow was naturally neutralized.

At the same time, the demon slaying sword was unsheathed!

Clang!

Even if this person was his wife's elder...

...since the other party had already thrown down the gauntlet...

...it was impossible not to accept!

"Patriarch, please show mercy!"

Seeing the two of them clash directly...

...the great beauty on the side quickly spoke up to plead for mercy!

Ye Xiu was strong, but the Young Patriarch was an existence standing at the Peak of the Human Realm.

So...

Hearing his Disciple beg for mercy, the beautiful youth merely gave her a leisurely glance.

Then, with a flick of two fingers on his left hand, he directly brushed aside Ye Xiu's basic attack.

"Since you've taken my sect's Saintess, you must show some real skill!"

This brief, minor exchange was enough to show the Patriarch's unfathomable depth.

It was obvious!

He was here to test Ye Xiu.

The great beauty beside them was, after all, the former Saintess of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

She wasn't someone just any random person could touch.

If Ye Xiu didn't show some real skill today, he probably wouldn't pass this trial!

"Haha, Patriarch, please advise me!"

Hearing this, Ye Xiu didn't panic; instead, he let out a loud laugh.

He casually twirled his sword, holding the cold, glinting demon slaying sword in a reverse grip.

With his other hand, he untied the wine gourd from his waist, tilted his head back, and poured a large mouthful of 'Heavenly Demon Brew' down his throat.

Gulp!

As the strong liquor hit his throat, a surge of heroic spirit rose within him.

"Since the Patriarch is in high spirits, then as a Junior, I shall..."

Ye Xiu fiercely wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, and the originally lazy drunkenness in his eyes vanished instantly.

In its place were two beams of golden light like solid matter; it was the blood Qi of the Ancient Desolate Saint Body burning!

...add to the fun!"

Boom!!!

Without any warning.

In this narrow corridor sealed by the Young Patriarch's barrier, the terrifying roar of crashing waves suddenly resounded.

That wasn't the sound of river water; it was the thunderous roar of the blood and Qi surging within Ye Xiu's body!

"Sea of Bitterness, open!"

With a low shout from Ye Xiu, a burst of ten thousand zhang of golden light erupted from his Dantian.

That light was so dazzling and overbearing that it instantly pierced through the gray barrier set by the Young Patriarch, illuminating the dark corridor as if it were broad daylight!

A vast and boundless golden ocean manifested out of thin air.

The waves were turbulent, and the golden tides reached the sky.

On that golden sea surface, one could even see lightning and hear thunder.

It was as if, in that moment, Ye Xiu carried an ancient world on his back that was currently being created!

"What... what kind of Dharma Image is this?"

The Young Patriarch, who had been sitting calmly on the grandmaster's chair with a composed expression, finally showed a flash of ill-concealed astonishment in his calm eyes.

He could feel that this power did not belong to the Divine Treasure, nor did it belong to the Heavenly Palace.

This was an extremely pure, extremely primitive, yet profoundly ultimate—Dao of Life!

"Chaos Planting the Azure Lotus!"

Ye Xiu formed a hand seal, his figure advancing instead of retreating as he took a step forward.

Buzz!

That golden ocean instantly calmed down.

Immediately after, a green lotus shrouded in Chaos broke through the water's surface and slowly rose.

It had only nine leaves, yet it seemed to uphold the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

With its appearance, the surrounding space seemed to freeze, and even the Young Patriarch's indestructible gray barrier...

...now emitted an overburdened 'cracking' sound, as if it would shatter at any moment!

A single green lotus suppressing the ages!

"What an overbearing vision!"

The tea cup in the Young Patriarch's hand shook slightly, and a few drops of tea spilled onto the ground.

He finally set aside his contempt, put down the tea cup, and slowly stood up.

And at that very moment.

Ye Xiu moved.

He didn't use the demon slaying sword to slash directly; instead, he threw the long sword into the air.

The sword miraculously merged into the phantom of the green lotus behind him!

"Sword Control Technique: Azure Emperor's Finger!"

Ye Xiu pointed his fingers like a sword.

The green lotus swayed slightly, and a misty green Sword Qi, carrying the weight of the Golden Sea of Bitterness...

...transformed into a green dragon, roaring toward the Young Patriarch!

This strike had no fancy variations. There was only pure power, pure suppression!

It was a dimensional reduction strike from the Shrouding the Heavens Method against the tales of herding gods method!

"Good lad!"

Light exploded in the Young Patriarch's eyes. Facing this strike, which was enough to suppress gods and demons of the same Realm, he did not dodge.

Instead, he extended a palm as white as jade, seemingly slow but actually pushing forward with extreme speed.

"Great Daluo Heaven Hand!"

Rumble!

The green Sword Qi dragon and that white palm collided fiercely in mid-air.