Chapter 2

"Chen Jiu Li Si?"

Yefeng recognized these two people; they were the two lackeys of the Ye Clan's Second Miss, Ye Ziling.

"Yefeng, you really were hiding in your room!"

The tallest of the two was Chen Jiu, wearing a black robe, towering and robust, standing over two meters tall, a head taller than Yefeng.

Beside him, Li Si was equally towering like a tower. He now stared coldly at Yefeng and said, "I see you don't want to live anymore. Today was your turn to feed the Second Miss's horse, but you haven't gone to feed it since this morning. When the Second Miss saw her beloved horse starving, she wants your arm as punishment."

"What?"

Yefeng's eyes suddenly turned cold. "Just for a horse, you want my arm?"

At this moment, Yefeng finally understood how much the young masters and misses of the Ye Clan despised him.

Like an ant, to be trampled on at will!

Chen Jiu sneered and said, "Yefeng, who do you think you are? An orphan, nothing more than a lowly servant of our Ye Clan! How dare you question the Second Miss's decision?"

"Come with us quickly, the Second Miss wants to see us cut off your arm with her own eyes!"

Li Si laughed cruelly and reached out with a palm as big as a pot, directly grabbing at Yefeng.

These two were not true martial artists, but they were trained fighters.

As soon as Li Si made his move, a burst of energy appeared in his palm, capable of instantly crushing an ordinary person's bones.

Chen Jiu, seeing Li Si grab at Yefeng, smiled viciously, as if he could already see Yefeng's pitiful and painful screams.

But in the next moment,

"Since you came to seek death, I'll have to satisfy you!"

Yefeng's voice was cold.

Swish!

His body moved, and he instantly appeared in front of Li Si, striking him directly in the chest with a palm.

"Boom!"

"Ah!!"

With a惨嚎声, Li Si's entire chest caved in, his ribs shattered, and he was directly blasted outside the room.

"Pfft!"

Li Si spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with some fragments.

He looked at Yefeng in the room with a terrified gaze and struggled to say, "You... actually... True Martial Realm..."

Then, his head hit the ground with a thud, and he died instantly.

"What?!"

Chen Jiu seemed to just react, his face changing drastically.

He stared at Yefeng, suddenly realizing that this usually timid person now had a cold, piercing gaze, like two daggers about to stab into his chest.

Chen Jiu now knew he had provoked someone he shouldn't have.

"Thump!"

Chen Jiu's legs went weak, and he knelt in front of Yefeng in fear.

He cried out in terror, "Spare me! Young Master Feng, spare me!"

Chen Jiu knew Li Si's abilities; he was a trained fighter who could easily defeat a dozen ordinary people.

But now, in Yefeng's hands, he couldn't even withstand one palm.

He was directly struck in the chest by Yefeng and died a miserable death.

"Get up."

Yefeng spoke.

"Yes, yes, Young Master Feng!"

Chen Jiu immediately stood up.

He never imagined that this youth, who was usually bullied, had suddenly reached the True Martial Realm and become a true martial artist!

Many of the young masters and misses in the clan were still at the stage of cultivating their qi and blood.

Yefeng looked at Chen Jiu, making him feel uneasy.

He then said, "Bury Li Si, and come up with a reason for his accidental death. Finally, tell the Second Miss that I have reached the True Martial Realm and will no longer feed her horse. She has no right to order me to do anything anymore."

With that, Yefeng left, his long robe fluttering in the wind, looking incredibly graceful.

Chen Jiu watched Yefeng's departing back and collapsed on the ground.

He muttered, "How did this guy suddenly become so powerful? Close call, I almost died just now..."

...

At the center of the Ye Clan's residence was the ancestral hall.

The Ye Clan was a very inclusive family. Even outsiders, if they were powerful and willing to join the clan, could marry a Ye Clan woman and become a son-in-law, joining the Ye Clan.

Yefeng had no intention of marrying a Ye Clan woman, and as a first-level True Martial Realm practitioner, he didn't have the qualifications.

He simply wanted to verify his status as a Ye Clan disciple. After all, the Ye Clan was a large family in the area and could provide him with necessary protection for the time being.

Once he became stronger, he could leave the Ye Clan and venture out.

Stopping not far from the ancestral hall, Yefeng paused.

Two Ye Clan guards in armor had already blocked his path.

Yefeng's gaze was calm as he said, "I am here to verify my True Martial Realm cultivation."

"True Martial Realm? Are you joking?"

One of the guards laughed loudly, looking down on him. "I know you, just a stable boy under the Second Miss. How dare you enter the ancestral hall? I think you want to steal something!"

The other guard frowned and said to his companion, "Is this youth really the stable boy under the Second Miss? I can sense a powerful true qi fluctuation from him."

Yefeng looked at the two and calmly said, "I will say this again: I want to enter the ancestral hall to verify my True Martial Realm cultivation. I won't say it a third time."

With that, Yefeng stepped forward, heading towards the ancestral hall.

"Bold! The ancestral hall is not a place for someone of your lowly status to enter! Stop right there!"

The first guard suddenly moved, drawing his long sword with a "clang."

"Buzz!"

His aura was clearly at the second level of the True Martial Realm. He swung his sword at Yefeng, a cold blade aura appearing on the blade.

"Clang!"

But in the next moment, to the guard's horror, Yefeng suddenly turned and extended two fingers, directly pinching the long sword.

"You...!"

The guard tried to pull the sword, but it was immobile, held by Yefeng's two fingers.

How much strength did it take to do that?

The other guard was frightened and immediately stepped in front of Yefeng, pleading, "Sorry, sorry! My brother was too rash!"

At this point, even a fool could see that Yefeng's strength was incredibly formidable.

The first guard was also scared speechless, his face pale, and his forehead drenched in cold sweat.

"Clang!"

Yefeng suddenly exerted force, shattering the tempered steel sword.

"Whoosh!"

He flicked a piece of the blade, which turned into a streak of light and flew past the first guard's throat.

"Thud!"

A drop of blood dripped from the guard's throat onto the ground.

"Out of respect for the entire Ye Clan, this time I only scratched your throat to warn you. If you dare to provoke me again, the blade will not just scratch your skin, but pierce your entire throat."

The cold voice came from Yefeng's mouth.

He turned and entered the ancestral hall.