Chapter 65

In an instant, Ye Qianchou’s entire aura changed. If before he looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, now he had completely restored his supreme dignity as the Emperor of Wentiandi!

A gaze as substantial as a physical presence instantly fell upon Yan Yumo, carrying immense authority that made her heart tremble.

So terrifying!

Yan Yumo’s whole body was shaking. In her mind, it was as if a massive mountain had pressed down heavily, blocking out the sky and the sun. In that moment, Yan Yumo felt a sense of despair spreading in her heart.

Jiang Han frowned slightly beside her. Since Ye Qianchou’s gaze was not on him, he did not feel the pressure. However, seeing Yan Yumo’s terrified face, Jiang Han also realized something.

“She is just the successor of the Emperor of Assassins. The Emperor of Assassins himself has not appeared.” Jiang Han glanced at Old Yun, seeing his calm expression and lack of action, he understood that Ye Qianchou was just testing them. But seeing Yan Yumo’s pale face, for some reason, Jiang Han took a step forward and spoke softly.

“Hm?” Ye Qianchou’s gaze shifted to Jiang Han, with a hint of amusement.

Yan Yumo suddenly felt the pressure lift, and she was drenched in sweat. Being under Ye Qianchou’s gaze, though it was only for a short moment, felt like an eternity to her! She turned her head to look at Jiang Han, her eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions, but gratitude was clearly visible.

“Thank you,” Yan Yumo said in her heart.

“How do you know?” Ye Qianchou’s voice was light, but to Jiang Han, it sounded like rolling thunder in his ears, making his mind buzz for a moment.

Boom!

A pressure that seemed to cover the heavens and the earth suddenly descended, making Jiang Han’s heart jolt. The immense pressure made his body tremble, and a wave of fear surged from deep within him, spreading throughout his body in an instant.

Jiang Han’s forehead was drenched in cold sweat, and his body was slightly bent under the pressure. The imperial dignity of Ye Qianchou made him feel an urge to kneel.

“Damn!”

Jiang Han roared in his heart, though Ye Qianchou was his father, he had never acknowledged him.

No matter what, Ye Qianchou had an irreparable debt to Jiang’s mother and him, an undeniable fact!

“Want me to kneel? Impossible!”

In that moment, Jiang Han almost forgot that Old Yun was beside him. Intense anger burned in his heart, and the Ice Soul Technique ran wildly, forming ice crystals on his body, which were quickly crushed by Ye Qianchou’s pressure and then reformed.

“Though you are my father, you don’t have the right to make me kneel yet!”

Jiang Han’s head hung low, his face twisted in a fierce expression, and his body trembled uncontrollably. The pressure was too strong, and despite his resistance, his body gradually bent down.

“Hmm?” Clearly, Jiang Han’s ability to hold on for a while surprised Ye Qianchou. “Indeed, not bad, a good seedling.”

“Enough!” Old Yun suddenly spoke, gently flicking his sleeve. A gentle breeze swept by, and Jiang Han instantly felt all the pressure vanish, feeling incredibly light.

Heaving a huge sigh of relief, Jiang Han looked at Ye Qianchou, his expression indescribable. He then slowly stepped back a few paces, standing beside Yan Yumo in silence.

Yan Yumo turned to look at Jiang Han, her beautiful eyes shining with a complex mix of emotions.

“Thank you,” she said softly after a moment.

Jiang Han turned to stare at Yan Yumo, his gaze strange, making her feel uneasy and her cheeks slightly red.

“What are you looking at?” Yan Yumo couldn’t help but ask, a hint of embarrassment on her face.

“Are you sure you’re the same person…?” Jiang Han asked with a puzzled look, his gaze still on Yan Yumo. “How did you suddenly change from a tigress to a gentle girl?”

Yan Yumo, who had been grateful to Jiang Han, instantly lost all her gratitude upon hearing this. She glared at him with fiery eyes, speaking each word with emphasis, “What! Did! You! Say!?”

“I take back what I said,” Jiang Han’s lips twitched, and he forced a dry laugh.

“Hmph!”

…

“I asked Yumo earlier, and the Emperor of Assassins indeed has not appeared. He only chose a successor—a sole successor!” Old Yun glanced at Yan Yumo, then looked at Ye Qianchou, adding, “She is not lying.”

“The Emperor of Assassins, such a figure, the reason for his retirement remains a mystery! The world believes he failed in an assassination attempt on a half-saint, but I don’t think so! In my view, his retirement must have a hidden reason!”

“Does it matter to you whether there is a hidden reason or not?” Old Yun chuckled. “Could he possibly threaten you?”

Ye Qianchou’s brows furrowed, his gaze fixed on Yan Yumo, and he said solemnly, “That’s hard to say! So many years have passed, and the world has almost forgotten him, yet he suddenly has a successor. This can’t help but make me think! After all, he is a very dangerous person!”

“Dangerous?” Old Yun smiled wryly, looking at Ye Qianchou. After a moment, he said slowly, “Alright, you don’t need to elaborate so much. I can guess your intentions. However, you should give up this idea. This girl has already been taken into my sect!”

Jiang Han and Yan Yumo were tense about Ye Qianchou’s words, especially Yan Yumo, who was afraid that Ye Qianchou would have a bias against her. But after hearing Old Yun’s words, both of them were relieved, realizing that Ye Qianchou also wanted to keep Yan Yumo in the imperial city through some means.

Understanding this, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Yumo’s eyebrows arched, and she heard Jiang Han’s sigh. She looked at him and suddenly laughed softly.

Jiang Han’s eyes twitched subtly, pretending to see nothing, but he was also puzzled by his own concern for Yan Yumo.

“Could I have a crush on her? Impossible!” He thought to himself, frowning and then shaking his head vigorously, as if trying to shake off the thought.

“Cough, cough!” When Old Yun spoke, the solemn expression on Ye Qianchou’s face immediately disappeared, replaced by a bitter smile.

“Old Yun still has a keen eye, seeing through my intentions at a glance. Since you have already taken this little girl into your sect, I naturally won’t take what belongs to others… However, it’s a pity…”

“What’s a pity?!” Old Yun snorted, “Would it be less of a pity for Yumo to become a concubine to your sons?”

“I don’t want to!” Yan Yumo was stunned by these words, then instinctively screamed, her face turning pale.

“Hey, what are you screaming for?!” Jiang Han rubbed his ears, which were ringing from the shock, and said不满地, “Why are you so agitated?”

In fact, Jiang Han felt quite awkward, because, after all, he was one of Ye Qianchou’s sons…

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, if you don’t want to, no one can force you.” Old Yun was also startled by Yan Yumo’s scream, not expecting such a strong reaction, and quickly said with a bitter smile.

“Okay.” Yan Yumo calmed down, feeling an inexplicable trust in Old Yun’s words. Suddenly, she paused, turned to look at Ye Qianchou blankly, and opened her mouth, “Concubine… concubine? Then he is…”

“This fool, only now realizing it.” Jiang Han rolled his eyes, speechless at Yan Yumo’s delayed reaction.

“Indeed.” Ye Qianchou nodded with a smile.

“I am the Emperor of Wentiandi!”

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