Chapter 134 Why Bother Reminiscing when You Can’t Win

Seeing Wei Xiang's figure disappearing into the sky, Ye Chen retracted his gaze.

"Ye Chen."

Ji An came over at some point, looking at the distant sky with complicated eyes, "I only heard of Wei Xiang's reputation back then. He is the prime minister of Xiaoyue Dynasty, and his status is extremely high. I didn't expect you to really invite him."

Perhaps Ji An never dreamed that he would be able to deal with Wei Xiang one day.

"In fact, Wei Xiang is a good person, just like you."

Ye Chen smiled, and then said, "Has there been any turmoil in the land of Hundred Kingdoms recently?"

"No, there hasn't been any turmoil."

Ji An waved his hand, "You shined in the sect exchange competition, how dare they have any disloyalty?"

"Are there any situations in other sects?"

"Su Aoxue is dead, Lin Wudong was defeated by you, Tianquan Sect lost face, and almost all the disciples have run away. Other sects are the same. I'm afraid that Fengjian Sect has taken advantage of this wave of chaos to recruit many talented disciples. I'm afraid there will be some big moves next."

Although Ji An has not been in the land of Hundred Kingdoms for some time, he still has a thorough understanding of all this.

"Fengjian Sect is just struggling to survive."

Ye Chen smiled indifferently when he heard this.

Ye Chen has no good impression of Fengjian Sect.

When the sect ranking competition comes, Qingxuan Sect will definitely rise by stepping on Fengjian Sect.

The entire Hundred Kingdoms can only have one second-class sect!

"In the past few months, you, old man Ji, urge the disciples of the sect to practice well. I will not return to the sect. When the sect competition starts, I will naturally go to the scene and represent Qingxuan Sect to participate in the war."

Ye Chen smiled. During this period of time, he planned to spend more time with his father in the family.

So many years have passed, and now that the father and son are reunited, there are naturally many things to say.

"Okay."

Ji An's eyes were filled with excitement.

He was not worried about these things at all.

Ye Chen already has the strength to sweep all the strong men in the Hundred Kingdoms. The sect ranking competition is simply a piece of cake. If it were not for the rules, the title could be directly awarded to Qingxuan Sect.

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The next day, Ye Tianxiao opened his eyes.

The first feeling all over his body was strength.

That's right, it's strength!

In the past seven years, because of the cold air invading his limbs, Ye Tianxiao had long forgotten what it felt like to have power. He could not use his spiritual energy and his fighting power, and he could only feel frustrated.

However, after seven years, he actually regained his power!

This feeling, when did it become a luxury?

"I recovered?"

Ye Tianxiao was very excited. He hurried to think about what happened before, but his brain was in chaos.

What happened before?

Chen'er?

Yes, it was Chen'er.

He seemed to have found someone to heal him!

Surprisingly, he was cured!

Ye Tianxiao tried to control his spiritual energy.

In the past seven years, he had not held a sword, and he did not know whether his spiritual energy was still used to it, and whether his sword energy was still sharp!

Swish!

A wisp of sword energy appeared in his palm.

Ye Tianxiao's lips were trembling with excitement. He controlled the sword energy and slashed into the void.

The wall in front of him cracked silently.

This power was much stronger than he had imagined!

"I finally recovered!"

Ye Tianxiao covered his face, and all the emotions accumulated in the past seven years were vented out.

His voice trembled, and tears flowed wildly.

Outside the door, Ye Chen stood quietly with a smile on his face.

In fact, he had always been standing outside the door.

Feeling his father's intense emotions, Ye Chen was naturally very happy, but he did not push the door in.

After being suppressed for seven years, his father needed a way to vent.

After he vented, everything would naturally get better.

Squeak.

The door was pushed open, and Ye Tianxiao had changed into a set of clothes and walked out in high spirits.

Although he was still so thin, his eyes were sharp again.

His waist was also straightened up.

"Dad."

Ye Chen smiled, "This Chixiao Heavy Sword, return it to its original owner."

As he said, he solemnly picked up the broken sword behind him and handed it to Ye Tianxiao.

Although this sword was passed down to him by his father, now that he has recovered, he naturally has to return it to its original owner.

As the saying goes, where you fell, you get up from there.

Only by holding this sword again can Ye Tianxiao regain the confidence and vigor of the past.

Who knows, Ye Tianxiao smiled slightly and waved his hand to refuse, "Chen'er, since this sword has been passed down to you, it is yours. When you find a better magic weapon, seal this sword completely!"

"Dad, why don't you..."

A hint of doubt flashed across Ye Chen's pupils.

"Although Dad has recovered, he can see everything very clearly."

Ye Tianxiao patted Ye Chen's shoulder with his one arm, "Chen'er, seven years ago, your father was defeated by Ye Fusu with a single sword, his sword and arm were broken, not to mention how miserable the defeat was. Now seven years have passed. Although Dad doesn't know what his situation is, it's easy to imagine that he should be the strongest person in the Ye clan, right?"

"The strongest person in the Ye clan?"

Ye Chen thought for a while, "It should be."

Combined with what Wei Xiang said, it should be almost certain.

Ye Fusu will attack five times to take his life during this retreat.

He is only less than 40 years old!

Being able to attack five times to take his life at the age of 40 can be said to be unprecedented in the Xiaoyue Dynasty!

It is not an exaggeration to be ranked as the strongest person in the Ye clan.

"Look, your father and Ye Fusu also made it to the finals at the same time, but seven years later, the situation is completely different. He is the strongest in the Ye clan, and your father is just a useless person. We can't be compared at all."

Ye Tianxiao laughed heartily, "My enemy has become an existence that I can never surpass in my lifetime. With such a gap, what's the point of holding this sword again?"

There was no loneliness in his words, only emotion.

However, when these words fell into Ye Chen's ears, he felt a different kind of sadness.

And, what's the point.

Dad, this shouldn't be your life!

You are a sword cultivator, the pride of the land of Hundred Countries!

You should have shined in the Xiaoyue Dynasty!

It was him, Ye Fusu, who destroyed everything for you!

Ye Chen clenched his fists slightly.

Although Ye Tianxiao did not express it, Ye Chen's mind was still filled with strong hatred.

I just wish I could kill Ye Fusu right away and cut him into pieces!

Ye Fusu, you ruined my father's life.

Remember, one day, I, Ye Chen, will make you kneel down and atone for my father's sins!

"Since it is impossible to surpass, there is no need to reminisce. Without this sword, my father can still regain his confidence. This Chixiao Heavy Sword has fallen into your hands, and it can be regarded as finding a good owner."

Ye Tianxiao smiled and put his one arm behind his back.