Life's Creed, If You Disagree, Fight!

Li Xuanyuan broke out in a cold sweat. In twenty-four years of life, this was the first time he had truly, tangibly sensed the aura of death.

He felt that Ye Hao really would kill him!

Though under normal circumstances—

He was a scion of the mighty Li Family!

In East Moon City, no one should have dared to kill him!

Killing him meant bearing the Li Family's vengeance!

But there were always exceptions.

Some people were too impulsive, losing their reason, and might truly kill him!

Li Xuanyuan did not want to die.

The terror of death shattered his defenses. Disregarding his pride and dignity, he used all his strength to speak in a trembling voice. "I... was... wrong... Don't... hit me anymore..."

Only then did Ye Hao stop.

He ignored Li Xuanyuan after that, walking straight out of the shop. Looking at the two dumbfounded women, he said flatly, "Come with me."

The two women nodded blankly, then followed Ye Hao as though their souls had left them.

Ye Hao's actions had greatly shocked them and taken them completely by surprise.

Ye Hao was merely a descendant of a third-rate family, yet he had beaten Li Xuanyuan of the first-rate Li Family so brutally.

Wasn't he afraid of the Li Family's retaliation?

The two women were not the only ones thinking this. Nearly every bystander thought the same.

They felt Ye Hao was far too reckless!

A brainless brute!

Acting without regard for the consequences!

Didn't he know he had family?

Wasn't he afraid his family would be retaliated against and harmed?

As Ye Hao walked down the street, his expression was slightly cold.

He was pondering the true essence of Clear Mind.

In the past, Li Lengxuan, Jiang Shaojie, and the others had bullied him for years. He had been weak by nature, without the courage to fight back, afraid of those who had tormented him for so long.

But why would someone become weak for no reason?

Because he lacked confidence. Compared to the Li Family, his own family was significantly weaker.

Because he had people he cared about. He cared about his father, Ye Wuchen, and did not want angering Li Lengxuan to blow things up and implicate his father and the Ye Family.

All those concerns had made him weak and afraid of those stronger than himself.

But later, he had undergone soul transmigration to the Otherworldly realm.

In that Otherworldly realm, he had no family and no one he cared about. With no concerns holding him back, he let himself loose like a madman, and his creed in life became four words: If you don't submit, then fight!

At worst, he would die!

Back in the Otherworldly realm, what he had truly pursued was not beauties, not power, not treasures, nor a higher realm.

What he pursued was a life of utter abandon!

That feeling had been incredible!

Now, he had undergone soul transmigration back again.

His father was still here, and so was his family.

He had people he cared about. And having people he cared about meant that, in his enemies' eyes, he had weaknesses!

By all logic, he should have become more cautious and more restrained in his actions.

"Young Master... aren't you afraid of the Li Family's retaliation?"

At that moment, one of the two women following Ye Hao voiced the doubt in her heart.

"I am!" Ye Hao answered frankly.

The two women froze, their eyes filled with confusion. "Then if you're afraid, why did you still..."

"I'm not a reckless brute."

Ye Hao said flatly, "Though the Ye Family is only a third-rate family, its ties with all sides are intricately intertwined. So long as no core interests are touched, the Li Family will not go to war with the Ye Family."

Ye Hao felt somewhat emotional.

Back then, he had been too young after all, lacking experience and unable to see through many things.

He had thought that offending Li Lengxuan, Jiang Shaojie, and the others would implicate his family and his father.

In truth, such a small matter would not escalate into a conflict between families.

But Ye Hao also felt an intense sense of urgency in his heart.

He had a father he cared about, and he had a family.

Right now, only by increasing the family's strength could he avoid many problems.

He had cultivated in the Otherworldly realm for a hundred years, reaching the Fifth Great Realm in his martial cultivation level. He still possessed some high-grade cultivation methods and combat skills.

They were enough to raise the family's top-tier strength by an entire level in a short time.

At this moment, Ye Hao was thinking even more deeply. If he himself were weak, and his family were weak as well, when facing someone stronger than himself, when faced with a situation that might implicate his clansmen, would he still choose to act?

If he acted, it would lead to the family's destruction!

If he did not act and swallowed his anger, would his heart remain at peace?

Ye Hao pondered this question.

In the end, his conclusion was—

Even knowing that acting would lead to his family's annihilation, he felt that his heart would still not be at peace.

But if he did not act and swallowed his anger, would his heart necessarily be at peace?

Ye Hao felt that he had drilled himself into a dead end.

Temporarily swallowing his anger was only to keep those he cared about from being implicated. It did not mean that he would not find an opportunity to strike back!

As long as he harbored the thought of revenge and put it into action, his heart would not remain unsettled!

After reaching this realization, Ye Hao felt as though his mood had broadened considerably.

A moment later.

Ye Hao and the two women arrived at the family estate.

Ye Manor was enormous, with more than eight hundred clansmen. There were no collateral branches; all of them were direct descendants.

Because the Ye Family ancestor recorded on the first page of the family genealogy was still alive.

Ye Hao had already turned sixteen. Every Ye Family member who reached sixteen had their own courtyard and no longer needed to live with their parents.

Ye Hao settled the two women down first. They were now his maidservants. Afterward, he headed to a nearby courtyard.

That was where his father, Ye Wuchen, lived.

Speaking of his father, Ye Wuchen—

Ye Hao had many doubts.

His father, Ye Wuchen, could not cultivate. As far as he knew, it was because his Dantian Qi Sea had been destroyed.

Yet he did not know who had crippled his father's cultivation.

Nor did he know who his mother was.

He had once asked the uncles and elders of the clan. They only said that his mother had been an exceedingly beautiful woman, so breathtakingly gorgeous that calling her peerless would not be an exaggeration.

But his uncles, along with everyone else in the clan, said they had only seen his mother once and never saw her again afterward.

As for his father, he had heard the clan elders sigh over him before.

They said his father had once been a true prodigy of the Great Zhou Imperial Dynasty!

He had asked the clan elders about it, but they had been unwilling to tell him much, as though there was something they feared to mention.

There were questions Ye Hao wanted to ask his father and get to the bottom of.

He pushed open the courtyard gate.

The courtyard was very simple, containing only a table, several chairs, and a Grand Tutor Chair one could recline in.

His father, Ye Wuchen, was currently lying in the Grand Tutor Chair with his eyes closed, resting.

Ye Wuchen wore a robe of white. He was exceedingly handsome, and though he was no longer young, he looked to be only around thirty years old—still very youthful.

At this moment, Ye Wuchen slowly opened his eyes and looked at Ye Hao.

Ye Hao looked back at Ye Wuchen. He had undergone soul transmigration to the Otherworldly realm for a hundred years; in other words, it had been a hundred years since he had seen his father.

Seeing his father again, Ye Hao showed no obvious change on the surface, but deep down, he cared greatly for him.

"Father."

Ye Hao called out. That single word stirred him deeply, and a faint mist of tears rose in his eyes.

But he quickly suppressed those emotions. He did not want to cry in front of his father, nor did he want an air of sorrow to fill the moment.