Chapter 61

Yewu took a step forward, with Yefeng's mother following behind, and they both sat down in the position of the family head. Yewu reined in his overwhelming aura, and the oppressive atmosphere around him gradually dissipated, allowing the disciples to heave a sigh of relief. ♠

"Yewu, I believe you know why we have convened this family meeting today. As the family head, you have not considered the interests of the family but have been solely focused on your personal desires. You are no longer fit to be the head of the clan. All the elders are present today, and I ask them to make a fair judgment."

Yewen stood up, speaking openly and directly, getting straight to the point of the meeting.

"Yewen is right. According to our family rules, the family head should always prioritize the interests of the family."

At this moment, the third elder echoed his words.

Seeing the two of them playing this game, Yewu's expression did not change. He glanced at the other elders and noticed their silence, a cold smile flashing across his face.

"Did you gather all the elders for this? Then I would like to hear your reasons for deposing me." Yewu was not in a hurry, watching Yewen's frantic actions as if he were watching a clown.

"Hmph, the reason is simple. Over the years, you have collected a large amount of cultivation resources to help your worthless son. You are no longer fit to be the head of the family. After discussion, the ten elders have unanimously agreed to depose you from your position as family head. I advise you to hand over the family seal honestly."

Yewen's words were harsh, portraying Yewu as utterly worthless and making it clear that all ten elders supported him.

"Elders, I have stated my reasons. I ask you to make a fair judgment. Yewu is no longer suitable to be the family head because he is biased and cannot lead our family to greater glory." Yewen turned to the ten elders, changing his tone.

"Yewen is right. As the family head, one should not be biased. More importantly, the family should have a thriving lineage. Yewu has only one son, and even though he can cultivate, he is far inferior to Yelong. If Yewen becomes the family head, he will surely pass it on to Yelong, making our family head a先天 realm practitioner."

At this moment, the seventh elder spoke, having always colluded with Yewen. His tone was mocking and harsh.

Yelong stood out in the crowd, occasionally releasing a bit of先天 true qi, as if to remind everyone that he was a先天 realm practitioner, his eyes filled with arrogance.

Yewu watched this farce as if it were a play, his aura reined in, and his先天 true qi not leaking out. He planned to use this opportunity to thoroughly cleanse the family of those who were insincere.

"Yewu, do you have anything to say? For the sake of your worthless son, you have used a lot of family resources. I suggest you step down voluntarily, which would save you some face, rather than being deposed by all of us."

Yewen's face was twisted, as if he were forcing Yewu to step down.

"In my eyes, your sons are the real waste."

A figure slowly appeared, taking steady steps. Yefeng appeared at the entrance of the ancestral hall, and immediately, all eyes were on him.

Yefeng ignored the gazes around him, his eyes fixed on Yewen in the ancestral hall. His words were directed at Yewen.

"Ridiculous! How dare you speak to your elders like this, you little brat. What punishment do you deserve?"

Yewen was furious.

"Hmph, what a show of power. If I am an animal, then what are you and the entire Ye family? Are we all animals?"

Yefeng retorted, not at all provoked by the insult. He stepped into the ancestral hall, his eyes still fixed on Yewen.

"Good!"

Hearing Yefeng's rebuttal, Yewu exclaimed.

"Yewen, you keep calling my son a little brat. Do you mean that the entire Ye family, including all the elders, are animals?"

"You are twisting my words. Everyone knows your origins are questionable. If he is not a little brat, what is he? Is he a member of the Ye family?"

"Those who insult my son shall be killed!"

Yewu's aura exploded, instantly filling the ancestral hall. His palm struck out with a fierce force, sweeping toward Yewen.

"Do you think I am afraid of you? Don't think that being the family head gives you the power to rule everything."

Yewen leaped up, also striking out with a powerful force. If the two were to engage in a full battle, the ancestral hall would likely be destroyed.

"Stop!"

A roar, and the first elder suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp light shooting out. A more powerful wave of energy appeared, defusing the conflict with a single palm.

"Today we are discussing the position of the family head. Any other matters are not to be discussed."

The first elder's words were firm and carried an unchallengeable dignity.

Yewu and Yewen had no choice but to sit down. After sitting, Yewen let out a cold snort, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he looked at Yefeng.

"Since the first elder has spoken, let us continue discussing the family head. According to our family rules, if the family head is unfair, the family has the right to appoint a new head. I don't need to explain this further, do I?"

Yewen brought up the matter again.

"Ridiculous, do you think you are fit to be the family head?" Yefeng mocked.

Yewen seemed to be provoked by Yefeng, but with so many people present, he could not attack Yefeng, as it would be seen as bullying a junior. He glanced at Yelong.

"Father, why bother with this waste?"

Yelong stepped out from the crowd, looking down at Yefeng as if he were a mere ant.

"Oh, so you're not talking nonsense?" Yefeng had noticed this but had been ignoring it.

"Whether it's nonsense or not, we'll see. We should settle the score for the last time you injured my brother." Yelong wanted to avenge Yehu.

"You mean that waste?" Yefeng pointed at Yehu in the crowd, his face filled with mockery.

Yehu's eyes blazed with anger, but his strength had fallen to the fifth level of the后天 realm, making him no match for Yefeng.

"Do you have the courage to accept my challenge? I will suppress my realm to the ninth level of the后天 realm. If you are afraid, then forget it!" It was normal for martial artists to challenge each other, and it was not unusual.

"Wow, you really think highly of me. A先天 realm challenging a后天 realm, aren't you ashamed?" Yefeng mocked. "But... I accept your challenge. No need to suppress your realm. To me, you are just a waste." Yefeng's mockery made Yelong's face even more murderous.

"Fine, you said it!"

Yelong was about to kill Yefeng. Since Yefeng had proposed it, he would fulfill his request.

"This matter involves the support of over ten elders. I wonder what benefits you promised them to unite against my father. Do you really think you can depose my father with just your group? It's utterly ridiculous."

Yefeng spoke to the ten elders, and many of them blushed, feeling embarrassed.

These elders were already at the end of their lives, finding it difficult to advance in martial arts. Yelong had suddenly offered to help them advance and provided a large amount of resources, so they had unhesitatingly helped Yewen against Yewu.

"Enough talk. Since you accept my challenge, let's begin!"

Yelong was impatient and did not want to waste time on words. With his absolute strength, he believed he could kill Yefeng with a single palm.

"Since you are so eager to die, I will fulfill your wish!"

Yefeng turned his head and sneered.

Yewu wanted to intervene, but with his current先天 realm strength, he could easily suppress everyone. However, Yefeng had secretly communicated with him, saying he could handle it without any help. Yewu trusted Yefeng more after he had helped them both reach the先天 realm, and he did not act rashly.

"Since we both want to kill each other, why not sign a life-or-death contract? No holds barred!"

Yelong proposed signing a life-or-death contract, which would allow him to kill Yefeng without any reservations and without the stigma of a先天 realm practitioner killing a后天 realm practitioner.

"You even thought of this. It seems you have been plotting for a long time! Fine, I accept. Let's sign the contract!" A smile flickered across Yefeng's lips, as if he had achieved his goal.

This expression was fleeting, and no one noticed. Yefeng had been waiting for this opportunity to kill a先天 realm practitioner openly, shocking everyone and making them regret their actions today.

Soon, someone began drafting the life-or-death contract, which included fair competition and no consideration of life or death. Both parties pressed their fingerprints, and the contract was signed.

"This place is not suitable for a battle. We should go outside to avoid destroying the ancestral hall."

The ancestral hall, though large, could easily be destroyed in a major battle.

"No need. One move is enough to deal with you!" Yefeng extended a finger, looking at Yelong with disdain.

"Fine, fine, fine. I've seen arrogant people, but not as arrogant as you. Today, I will tear you apart, and even your father won't be able to save you." Yelong was completely enraged, his eyes filled with blood.

"I'll wait and see. I want to see how you tear me apart." Yefeng sneered, seeing that Yelong was sufficiently provoked and said no more.

A large open space was quickly cleared in the middle, sufficient for them to engage. Yewen sat back down with a cold smile, watching the scene with a look of satisfaction, as if he could already see Yefeng being torn apart.

"Big Brother Yelong, teach him a lesson. I think Yefeng is crazy!" A voice came from the crowd, supporting Yelong.

Many voices echoed in agreement. Knowing that Yelong was a先天 realm practitioner, he had gathered many loyal followers, who secretly supported him.

For ordinary disciples, a先天 realm practitioner was like a god, to be worshipped.

"Go ahead, I'll let you have three moves!"

Yelong offered to let Yefeng have three moves.

"No need. One move is enough to deal with you!" Yefeng said, his body shooting out like a cannonball, his fierce power sweeping everything in its path.

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