Chapter 155 Identity Exposed

The entire scene fell into dead silence.

You could hear a pin drop.

Even Lin Xiao, who was usually unflappable even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, appeared slightly dazed at this moment.

"Wait, bro? I freaking scattered your ashes, and you're still alive!?"

The gazes directed at "Ye Bufan" were varied.

There was surprise, admiration, anger, and mockery.

In the Teng Family seating area, Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan suddenly crushed the wine cup in his hand.

At the thought of his grandson's miserable state, he wished he could immediately tear Ye Bufan into ten thousand pieces!

But he also knew that he had to give some Face to the Lanyun Sect and Pill King Ji Boduan.

Now was not the time to make a move.

After the silence, a wave of discussion instantly erupted in the plaza.

"This brat Ye Bufan actually dared to come? Does he not know that the Teng Family is also present?"

"That's not right, didn't rumors say this kid had become a cripple? How did he reach Core Formation so quickly?"

"This speed of Cultivate is simply shocking!"

"Truth be told, this kid has some guts! But it's a pity, those who are too rigid are easily broken!"

On the high platform, Young Sect Leader Nalan Qingyi's gaze was complex.

She had not expected that Ye Bufan would actually dare to step onto the Lanyun Sect alone, and his cultivation had even caught up to hers.

But in her heart, she did not regret it because of his rise.

She, Young Sect Leader Nalan Qingyi, never regretted the act of breaking off the engagement.

Her fate could only be grasped in her own hands!

With a "clang," the long sword in Young Sect Leader Nalan Qingyi's hand instantly unsheathed, its tip pointing directly at "Ye Bufan."

A cold wind whipped up the hem of her moon-white dress, appearing discordant with the red silk fluttering all around.

"Nalan Family, Young Sect Leader Nalan Qingyi!"

She lifted her chin slightly, her voice cold and clear:

"Ye Bufan, since you have come, let us settle this according to the agreement from back then."

The figure in the black robe remained silent for half a breath, then similarly drew the long sword in their hand.

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river."

"Today, I will let your Lanyun Sect, the Nalan Family, and everyone present know!"

"Even if I am the only one left in the Ye Family, I will never allow anyone to look down on us!"

On the main seat of the high platform.

An old man wearing a purple-gold Daoist robe was sitting there.

His white hair was disheveled, and flashes of brilliance occasionally flickered between the opening and closing of his eyes.

He was none other than the previous Sect Master of the Lanyun Sect, Sect Leader Yun Yin's Revered Master, Yun San.

Just a moment ago, he had tried to split off a wisp of his Divine Sense to investigate the background of the figure in the black robe, but it had returned without success.

"This mask has an extraordinary origin, to actually be able to block my Soul Transformation Divine Sense."

Yun San twirled the two jade walnuts in his hand, pondering to himself:

"To be able to bring out a Magic Treasure of this grade? Is this child truly Ye Bufan?"

Looking at the Yunxiao Sword in "Ye Bufan's" hand, Lin Xiao immediately thought to himself.

As the System activated, a blue light screen instantly appeared above "Ye Bufan's" head.

[Name: Ye Qingwan]

[Cultivation: Core Formation Early Stage]

...

"Ye Qingwan?"

Lin Xiao was slightly taken aback; he had never expected this girl would actually come to fulfill the three-year agreement for Ye Bufan.

"Good grief, Hua Mulan joined the army for her father, and you're here fulfilling an appointment for your brother, huh?"

Beneath the mask, Ye Qingwan bit her red lips tightly, her heart filled with determination.

As the last remaining member of the Ye Family, today she was determined to defend the dignity of the Ye Family.

She turned her head slightly, her gaze passing over the crowd and staring fixedly at Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan.

The killing intent in her eyes was undisguised.

Sensing the gaze directed at him, Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan sneered and thought to himself:

"To be able to reach Core Formation in such a short time, you brat do have some Luck."

"If you had hidden like a rat in a gutter for a hundred years until you reached Nascent Soul, I might have truly thought more highly of you."

"It's just a pity, young people are ultimately hot-headed; in order to play the hero for a moment, you actually chose to expose yourself early."

"In that case, I cannot let you live even more."

In the center of the plaza, the atmosphere was murderous.

There was no superfluous nonsense.

Young Sect Leader Nalan Qingyi and Ye Qingwan simultaneously held their swords facing each other.

"Clang—"

The two swords clashed, sparks flew, and a violent wave of spiritual energy swept out in all directions.

This was a pure duel of Sword Cultivator.

There was no flashy Spell bombardment, only the ultimate collision of speed, strength, and Sword Intent.

Although Ye Qingwan had just reached Core Formation, do not forget, she was a Daughter of Luck who carried great Luck.

Her Revered Master was the number one Sword Immortal of the Eastern Region.

And while Young Sect Leader Nalan Qingyi's innate talent was also not bad, with her born-villain fate, she was destined to be nothing more than a background character.

Ye Qingwan's sword momentum was fierce, with sword light crisscrossing.

Young Sect Leader Nalan Qingyi appeared somewhat stretched, able only to defend passively and retreat repeatedly.

The speed at which the two exchanged blows was extremely fast, causing all the guests present to be secretly shocked.

There were even many young Sword Cultivators who had come with their Elders who experienced an Epiphany on the spot.

"So fast! This movement technique, this sword speed—it seems this Ye Bufan isn't as unbearable as the rumors say!"

"Indeed, this sword technique, looking at the entire younger generation of the Eastern Region, is definitely ranked at the top!"

"Hehe, I guess Young Sect Leader Nalan Qingyi must be regretting it so much right now! Giving up such an peerless Genius just to break off the engagement!"

The moment this person finished speaking.

The Lanyun Sect Disciples responsible for maintaining order in the surroundings all pressed their hands onto their sword hilts and cast a warning glance.

That person immediately felt a chill on their neck, hurriedly lowered their head, and shut their mouth, not daring to discuss it further.

Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan's eyes narrowed, cold light flickering within them.

He could see that "Ye Bufan" had clearly just reached Core Formation not long ago, so logically, they should not be a match for Young Sect Leader Nalan Qingyi.

Yet, the other party had managed to force Young Sect Leader Nalan Qingyi to retreat repeatedly by relying on superior sword skills.

At this moment, both had a reason they absolutely could not lose.

Ye Qingwan wanted to wash away the Family's humiliation.

She wanted to make Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan feel fear because of this, fear of the retaliation that could come at any time in the future.

Even if Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan resorted to desperate measures in the end.

With the status of a Holy Land Personal Disciple, Ye Qingwan was certain the other party would not dare to make a move against her.

If Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan forcefully made a move to kill her here.

A mere Nascent Soul Family on the edge of the Eastern Region—the Holy Land could easily dispatch a Soul Transformation Elder to annihilate them.

In this way, she could consider it indirect revenge.

On the other side, Young Sect Leader Nalan Qingyi also had no way to retreat.

She was the Young Sect Leader of the Lanyun Sect; at this moment, in front of the entire sect and various factions.

If she lost this battle, it would not just be her, Young Sect Leader Nalan Qingyi, losing Face, but the entire Lanyun Sect's dignity.

Therefore, in this battle, both sides unleashed all their trump cards, fighting to a standstill.

In the end, Young Sect Leader Nalan Qingyi was still half a move behind in sword technique.

Looking at the three-foot-long green blade hovering at her throat, the long sword in Young Sect Leader Nalan Qingyi's hand fell dejectedly to the ground, her tone full of bitterness:

"I lost."

The scene was silent.

Everyone had not expected that "Ye Bufan" would not only dare to come to the appointment, but also win.

At this moment, Young Sect Leader Nalan Qingyi was like a deflated ball.

"The matter from back then was entirely my own decision."

"According to the agreement, I, Young Sect Leader Nalan Qingyi, should have become a slave and a maid, at your beck and call."

Speaking of this, she suddenly changed the subject:

"But I am the Young Sect Leader of the Lanyun Sect."

"You may kill me, but you cannot humiliate me!"

Having said that, she raised her right palm, intending to end her own heart meridian.

However, Ye Qingwan had only wanted to clear her Family's name from the beginning and had never thought about taking the other's life.

After all, she had absolutely no grudges against her.

If her Family wanted her to marry a stranger.

She would most likely make the same choice as Young Sect Leader Nalan Qingyi.

Therefore, seeing the other party attempt to end her own heart meridian, Ye Qingwan immediately withdrew the Yunxiao Sword and grabbed her wrist.

Young Sect Leader Nalan Qingyi stumbled, instantly losing her balance, and her whole body lunged forward.

The next second, the two collided into each other's embrace.

A flash of astonishment crossed the depths of Young Sect Leader Nalan Qingyi's eyes.

Although the person in front of her was wearing a wide black robe, she still clearly felt a patch of softness.