Chapter 6

"Little Sister Ye, as you wish!"

Nalu, the senior disciple, approached Ye Han, his cold gaze sweeping over the scene, intimidating everyone present.

"If you interfere in the grudge between me and the Ye family, I will be your enemy." Ye Han gritted his teeth, activating the Nine Heavens Dragon Control Technique.

Unfortunately, the internal injuries to his meridians were difficult to heal, and he couldn't recover in a short time. Facing a powerful existence at the Divine Power Realm, Ye Han felt deeply powerless.

"Enemies?"

Nalu, the senior disciple, seemed to hear the biggest joke in the world, pointing and commanding from a high position: "You, a mere ant who can be crushed with a finger, dare to threaten me? You have no idea what you're up against."

He pointed, and a fierce finger force struck Ye Han's chest with overwhelming power.

Ye Han's body trembled, and a tearing pain shot through his chest. A bloody hole appeared, and he felt that the finger was about to pierce through his body, pinning him to the ground.

"I have no enmity with you, but if you dare to treat me like this, I, Ye Han, will never let you off, even in death." Ye Han screamed in agony, his hatred boundless.

He secretly mobilized his primordial energy, preparing to fight to the death. His current primordial energy was immensely powerful, far surpassing that of a Ninth Rank Primordial Energy Cultivator. If he could concentrate and unleash it, he could surely make Luo pay a heavy price.

Even if it meant mutual destruction and the end of his cultivation, Ye Han would vent his anger, rather than being crushed by this person in a humiliating manner.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Invisibly, Ye Han's bones and tendons resonated, as if vibrating.

The primordial energy surged, fierce and unstoppable, like a lion that had lain dormant for a thousand years, about to emerge and devour the world.

"Foolish!"

Luo, the senior disciple, raised his right arm. Who would care about the threat of an ant?

A strike landed, directly locking onto Ye Han's head, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

Bang!

A loud explosion echoed, and the next moment, a figure was blasted back a hundred steps.

Everyone in the square widened their eyes, incredulous at the scene. The one who was blasted back was actually Luo, the senior disciple.

"A mere ordinary disciple of the Samsara Academy dares to touch my disciple, Mo Qingrou." A clear and cold voice rang out, and everyone's gaze focused on the woman in the wheelchair.

Mo Qingrou?

A teacher at the Yanyang Academy, suffering from a chronic illness, with injured legs, sitting in a wheelchair, seemingly unremarkable, daring to speak to a genius of the Samsara Academy like this?

"Mo... Mo Qingrou, the one who was on the Yin-Yang List back then."

"You actually live in Yan City, and this boy is your disciple?" Luo, the senior disciple, was shocked and extremely wary.

The wheelchair moved, slowly approaching Ye Han's side. The woman in the wheelchair didn't speak, but the cold and disdainful look in her eyes was like a supreme divine blade, threatening Luo's heart.

His gaze focused on the woman's legs, seemingly gaining some courage: "So what if it's you? Times have changed, you're not the Mo Qingrou of the past. Your disciple dared to attack someone whom Brother Feng values, so..."

"Get lost!"

The woman glanced at Luo, the senior disciple.

A single word was like a heavenly sound, deafening and shocking, causing Luo's expression to change drastically.

"I will inform Brother Feng about everything that happened today."

Luo, the senior disciple, with a fluctuating expression, quickly grabbed Ye Zhexuan and left.

"Wait!"

Ye Han's gaze was merciless, staring at the retreating figure: "I will repay today's humiliation in the future. I will suppress you. What's your name?"

"Luo Tianzheng!"

"Kid, you want to suppress me? Try entering the Samsara Academy first." Luo Tianzheng glanced at Ye Han with interest, as if listening to an ant's roar.

Watching the two leave, Ye Han clenched his fists tightly: "I, Ye Han, will avenge every grudge. The Samsara Academy, is it? You just wait..."

So what if they are disciples of the Samsara Academy?

High and mighty, shining brightly?

Geniuses he could only look up to in the past, Ye Han didn't even dare to think about.

Now, Ye Han was full of confidence!

With the Nine Realms Dragon Suppressing Tower in his body, he would eventually crush Luo Tianzheng with a single punch.

Struggling to stand up, Ye Han hurried to Mo Qingrou's side.

Luo Tianzheng's interference prevented him from killing Ye Zhexuan, and he couldn't retrieve the battle bone. He was not satisfied.

Mo Qingrou gently held Ye Han's arm: "Luo Tianzheng is a Divine Power Realm cultivator. You can't match him now, don't worry too much. He's not that significant. When you enter the Samsara Academy, you'll have plenty of opportunities to fight him."

"Alright, Teacher, I'll take you back."

Ye Han nodded, ignoring others, and pushed the wheelchair out of the Ye family compound.

Many members of the Ye family, seeing this, were furious but also extremely wary. The elders, like the Great Elder, were dizzy and almost driven mad.

Ye Han didn't die!

Ye Han personally shattered the family head's qi sea!

Ye Zhexuan, who possessed the Heavenly Dragon Battle Body, wasn't even a match for Ye Han?

"Ha ha ha... We should go back too!"

"The grand banquet at the Ye family is something we can't enjoy, but there will be plenty of opportunities to interact in the future." Li Xuan, the chief steward of the City Lord's residence, laughed and stood up.

The other family heads also left, no longer showing the previous submissive attitude. Beating a fallen dog was a good opportunity. Ye Yangfu was too domineering and didn't respect them, so everyone was holding in their anger.

With the connection to Ye Zhexuan, although the Ye family wouldn't disappear from Yan City, they would likely face many obstacles behind the scenes.

With the family head incapacitated, the Ye family would have a tough time in Yan City.

From Luo Tianzheng's actions, it was clear that the Samsara Academy wouldn't care much about the small Ye family.

How many disciples does the academy have? If the academy had to manage every family's affairs, it wouldn't be an academy; it would be a punishment hall...

Yan City, Yanyang Academy!

Both in Yan City, the academy wasn't far from the Ye family. After a quarter of an hour, Ye Han pushed Mo Qingrou to the academy, to the pavilion where she lived.

Ye Han said, "Thank you, Teacher. Otherwise, I would have been in a difficult situation."

Before taking action, Ye Han had considered many things. With various important figures in the city and the Yanyang Academy present, as long as he could quickly defeat Ye Yangfu and his daughter, there would be no problem.

Ye Han was very clear about the relationships among the major forces in the city. On the surface, they were harmonious, but in reality, they wished for each other's destruction to become the dominant force. They would definitely intervene in the Ye family's affairs to ensure their own safety.

But he didn't expect Ye Zhexuan to have Luo Tianzheng of the Samsara Academy by her side.

"It's fine. Some things must be experienced. This world is vast, and Yan City is just a small place. When you enter the Samsara Academy, you must act prudently and know when to hide your abilities. Don't be so rash." Mo Qingrou said.

"I understand, Teacher, but I hate how ruthless Ye Yangfu and his daughter are. My heart is filled with hatred."

"Unfortunately, I obtained three Canglan Pills, kept one for your healing, but they were all taken away by them." Ye Han said helplessly.

Mo Qingrou consoled him gently: "The Canglan Pills are useless. To heal my legs, I would need to be nurtured in the Ten Thousand Law Furnace. Unfortunately, it is a treasure of the Qianhuan Sect, which disappeared hundreds of years ago."

"There must be a way." Ye Han immediately said, "By the way, Teacher, you were actually a disciple of the Samsara Academy in the past?"