Ye Wuyuan appeared in front of Ye Xiaotian.
He first looked at the seriously injured Ye Xiaofan with a slight shock, but it was only a glance.
"Tian'Er, Tian'Er?" Ye Wuyuan urgently supported Ye Xiaotian, who couldn't catch his breath and spat blood on the spot.
This made Ye Wuyuan look more anxious, hurriedly sealing Ye Xiaotian's acupuncture points and feeding him an elixir.
At this time, Ye Xiaojiang also came to his senses and immediately pointed at Ye Xiaofan.
"Clan chief grandpa, it was him, all Ye Xiaofan's doing. He was jealous, tricked my brother here, then cut down the Red Maple Tree himself, attempting to harm my brother."
Under Ye Xiaojiang's gaze, a group of young men also repeatedly agreed, turning black into white.
At that moment, several elders of the Ye Race happened to enter the courtyard, and upon hearing this, they angrily reprimanded: "Unfilial son, daring to attack your own brother, you beast!"
Ye Xiaofan, seeing this, became flustered and stood up enduring the pain all over his body, frantically explaining: "No, clan elders, that's not how it is, clan chief grandpa, they first... ."
"Shut up!"
Ye Wuyuan heard this and stood up, becoming furious, glaring at Ye Xiaofan with anger: "Do not call me clan chief grandpa, my Ye Race does not have a descendant like you. Tian'Er is the future hope of our race. If anything happens to him, I will personally kill you and let you accompany him in death!"
Boom!
Hearing this, Ye Xiaofan felt like he was struck by lightning, staring dazedly at Ye Wuyuan.
He saw a hint of intense killing intent in Ye Wuyuan's eyes.
Ye Xiaofan couldn't believe it, shaking his head repeatedly and asking: "Clan chief grandpa, do you... do you really want to kill Fan'Er?"
Ye Wuyuan snorted coldly, turned to care for Ye Xiaotian, ignoring Ye Xiaofan.
In his eyes, even if Ye Xiaofan defeated Ye Xiaotian today, it would only be because the latter used some unknown means. Both had just stepped on the path of cultivation, and the gap wasn't huge.
But over time, Ye Xiaotian, possessing a Level Nine Martial Soul, would leave all Ye Race descendants far behind, leaving them in the dust.
Ye Xiaotian was the hope of the entire Ye Race, Ye Wuyuan's beloved treasure.
Ye Xiaofan watched Ye Wuyuan's cold back, stumbling a few steps backward.
The killing intent from Ye Wuyuan was real; he never imagined that Ye Wuyuan truly intended to kill him at that moment.
Why? He was also a descendant of the Ye Race.
Just as Ye Xiaofan was in despair.
"Xiaofan? Xiaofan!"
Ye Xiaoyue returned from outside and, seeing everything in the courtyard, dropped the gathered Spirit Grass. She hurried to Ye Xiaofan, worry and urgency written all over her face: "Xiaofan, what's going on? What happened, how did it come to this?"
Ye Xiaofan, looking at the extremely worried Ye Xiaoyue, felt a warmth in his heart: "Sister."
At this moment, Ye Xiaofan understood that within the entire Ye Race, only his sister cared about whether he lived or died.
"Who? Who hurt you? I'll kill them."
Seeing the bloodstains at the corner of Ye Xiaofan's mouth and his pale face, Ye Xiaoyue's heart twisted in pain, nearly collapsing, turning to glare furiously at everyone.
However.
"Presumptuous!"
An elder immediately shouted upon hearing her, staring at Ye Xiaoyue: "Ye Xiaoyue, do you intend to commit patricide?"
With that, Ye Xiaoyue immediately froze.
She already understood that the one who hurt Ye Xiaofan was Ye Wuyuan.
Ye Xiaoyue was filled with disbelief.
And at this time.
"Clan chief, clan chief,"
A Ye Race cultivator ran in quickly, panting, with an anxious expression.
"Clan chief, people from the Divine Sword Sect have come, alongside Ning Xianyi. They are specifically asking to see Ye Xiaofan."
Upon hearing the Divine Sword Sect and Ning Xianyi, everyone was stunned.
Ye Xiaoyue also turned pale, seemingly remembering something, realizing what was meant to happen had indeed occurred.
Ye Wuyuan's face became even darker.
"It's because of you again." Ye Wuyuan looked at Ye Xiaofan, seemingly suppressing some emotion, angrily saying: "Someone, take this rebellious son and bring him to the clan's main hall!"
After speaking, Ye Wuyuan took the lead in leaving the courtyard with the seriously injured Ye Xiaotian.
A group of Ye Race cultivators also appeared to be facing a great enemy, quickly following Ye Wuyuan to the Ye Race's main hall.
This Ning Xianyi from the Divine Sword Sect seemed to have a noble status and came specifically for Ye Xiaofan, yet it apparently wasn't for anything good.
A quarter of an hour later.
Ye Race Main Hall.
This was Ye Xiaofan's first time meeting Ning Xianyi.
Although she was only seven years old, she was already breathtakingly beautiful, like a fairy untouched by the world, loftily above.
It was also at this moment that Ye Xiaofan realized that his father had arranged a marriage for him years ago.
And the Ning Xianyi before him was his betrothed by mutual agreement.
But now, their marriage contract was forcibly taken by the people of the Divine Sword Sect and was torn to pieces by Ning Xianyi in public, mercilessly scattered in the Ye Race's main hall.
Countless scraps fell in front of Ye Xiaofan.
She had awakened a Celestial Tier Martial Soul, far surpassing Level Ten, a whole tier above Ye Xiaotian, undeniably the favored daughter of the heavens.
And Ye Xiaofan was merely a waste not even awakened to Level One Martial Soul.
The purpose of her and the elders of the Divine Sword Sect coming to Ye Village today was—to annul the marriage!
"Ye Xiaofan, we were never people of the same world. Your Ye Race is not on the same level as my Prince Ning's Mansion."
"In the eyes of Prince Ning's Mansion, your Ye Race is merely a rural tribe unworthy of a glance."
"As for you, you're as lowly as a worm. I don't know what disgraceful methods your father used to make my father agree to this betrothal, but it no longer matters. What matters is that I absolutely will not consent to this marriage."
"Sometimes I really can't understand, didn't your father ever look at himself and his son in the mirror back then? Does a toad want to marry a phoenix and become a True Dragon? Do you think you're worthy of marrying me?"
"Not to mention, now that I've awakened a Celestial Tier Martial Soul, and you haven't even awakened a Level One Plant Martial Soul. To put it bluntly, it's just a waste Martial Soul."
"In the near future, I will leave the Hundred Broken Mountain Range and step into a broader world, becoming the future Saintess of the Divine Sword Sect. And you?"
"You will forever remain an ant crawling in the small Star Moon City. I hope you can recognize yourself and understand reality."
"I, Ning Xianyi, could have any peerless talent as my future partner, but it could never be the waste born of a shameless man trying to climb the ranks."
Ning Xianyi's slightly tender voice even carried a hint of sweetness, yet her words hit Ye Xiaofan's heart like a cold silver needle.
Watching Ning Xianyi and the Divine Sword Sect's people leave, several elders of the Ye Race howled to the sky in shame and anger.
"Disgrace, a colossal disgrace!"
Being forced to hand over the marriage contract and having it torn in public.
On the Martial Soul Continent, this is a disgrace, an enormous disgrace.
It's not only a disgrace to Ye Village and the Ye Race, but also a personal disgrace to Ye Xiaofan and his father.
At the higher seat in the main hall.
Ye Wuyuan was panting heavily, his chest heaving with rage, struggling to suppress his anger:
"Go, leave Ye Village, leave the Ye Race. From now on, you are no longer a descendant of our Ye Race. Out there, do not say you're from Ye Village, and don't claim to be a descendant of our Ye Race!"
Ye Xiaofan quietly looked at Ye Wuyuan, his eyes becoming more hollow and disappointed. The actions of Ye Wuyuan today left him utterly disheartened.
He knew this world was cruel, but he never imagined it could be this cruel.
He also anticipated Ye Wuyuan's favoritism towards Ye Xiaotian but didn't think it would go to such lengths, disregarding right or wrong, and bearing lethal intent towards him indiscriminately.
In Ye Village, he was just a dispensable waste, a small transparent person invisible to everyone. Except for his sister, no one cared if he lived or died. If he were to die now, they would probably be even happier.
With things reaching this point.
Even Ye Xiaoyue knew there was no place for her and her brother here anymore.
To prevent her brother from continuing to suffer humiliation here, she immediately took Ye Xiaofan and left the Ye Race main hall.
Yet as the siblings stepped out of the Ye Family main hall.
The steps outside the main hall were already filled with Ye Race clansmen, blocking the siblings' path.
They looked at Ye Xiaofan coldly, their gaze icy to the extreme.