The Ye Clan Annihilated, Earthly Ties Severed

Qin Wangchuan took the sword manual and looked down at it.

There was no gilded jade-silk binding, no profound or obscure title; on the yellowed cover, there was only a single, ink-splattered character: "Sword."

The brushstrokes were like a blade, the force piercing through the paper.

At just a single glance, a chilling sword intent rushed toward his face, stinging his eyes with a dull pain.

One must know that Qin Wangchuan possessed an Immortal Bone; he could calmly browse even Emperor-Grade Cultivation Techniques.

Yet, at this moment, the sword manual in his palm—even just the single character on the cover—stung his eyes as if they were burning.

Beyond an Emperor-Grade Cultivation Technique...

Could it be from a Heavenly Emperor?

The person before him was a Heavenly Emperor!

After realizing this, Qin Wangchuan looked up abruptly, only to find that the Fortune Teller had long since vanished.

"Young Master...!" The two guards immediately sensed that something was wrong. They instinctively stood in front of Qin Wangchuan, scanning their surroundings with vigilance, attempting to find traces of the Fortune Teller.

At first, they had assumed he was just an ordinary fortune teller with a plain aura, but only after he suddenly disappeared did they realize something was amiss.

"Relax. That was a Heavenly Emperor. If he truly wanted to kill us, we would have been dead long ago," Qin Wangchuan sighed softly, not blaming them.

The guards were shocked. "A Heavenly Emperor??"

Not to mention them, even Qin Wangchuan had not expected that the one who helped Ye Jianwei in the simulation would be a Heavenly Emperor.

"It is rumored that the Li Heavenly Emperor of the Heavenly Sword Li Clan travels the Three Thousand Dao Provinces, cultivating the Great Dao of Karma and forging good karma for ten thousand generations—seeing him today, I know the rumors are not false."

It was no wonder he chose to invest in Ye Jianwei; it turned out he knew she was destined to become an Emperor.

Speaking of this, Qin Wangchuan paused, thinking of his own constitution.

Among the Three Great Heavenly Emperors, only the Qin Clan Ancestor remained at home; the other two were traveling the world, searching for a way to break through.

It was also thanks to the fact that no Heavenly Emperor had interfered that the Qin Clan's Heaven-Robbing Plan had proceeded so smoothly.

Otherwise, would other clans have stood by and watched as you gathered so many Supreme Bones and Immortal Bones?

Do you really think they are kind-hearted?

As they were talking.

Ye Jianwei's fingers, holding the jade slip, trembled slightly—though she could not see, she had gathered from their fragmented words that the Fortune Teller from just a moment ago held an extraordinary status, and the item he had given must certainly be of immense value.

"Young Master..." She suddenly knelt in the direction of his voice, holding the jade slip high up with both hands. "This... this is too precious. I cannot accept it."

"Besides, it would be a waste on me. I can't even see it..."

The jade slip shimmered in her palm, casting a pale, snow-white glow over her knuckles.

The stagnant water by the roadside reflected her taut profile, her eyelashes fluttering tremulously.

She looked exactly like an ugly duckling fallen into a mire.

Qin Wangchuan chuckled softly and reached out to ruffle her dry, yellowed hair. "Why make such a distinction between yours and mine?" A wisp of Chaos Immortal Light trailed from his fingertips, quietly nourishing her withered ends. "You belong to me now, so why worry about such things?"

"I'll learn it when we go back, and then I'll teach you."

The words were overbearing, yet they caused Ye Jianwei's tense shoulders to suddenly relax.

She lowered her head and pressed the jade slip against her heart, as if to confirm that all of this wasn't a hallucination, and a whimper like that of a small beast escaped her throat.

"Yes..."

For the first time in five years, someone cherished her as their "possession"—this was far more reassuring than charity or pity.

Before long, the coffin was prepared.

The guards began to move the body, and Ye Jianwei went up to help. She held her mother's hand, claiming she wanted to accompany her for one last stretch of the road, and then whispered something into her ear.

She thought Qin Wangchuan couldn't hear, but in reality, he heard every word clearly.

"Mother, I cannot accompany you any further. I have to live on..."

Qin Wangchuan nodded slightly, thinking: That's right, Ye Jianwei. Live on.

Live on as the future Heavenly Emperor of the Qin Clan, as my aid.

As long as she grew strong, coupled with himself.

The Qin Clan could be called the number one family in the world!

"Return to the Flying Ship."

The group soon returned to the Immortal Boat hovering above Qixia Town.

It was a massive, pitch-black behemoth, its hull carved with intricate runes, shimmering with a cold metallic luster under the sunlight.

Ye Jianwei could feel the slight vibration beneath her feet, the suddenly dense spiritual energy in the surroundings, and... the immense power of the people around her.

It was a sensation that made even breathing feel painful.

The Ye Clan naturally could not be let off, but there was no need to go searching for them.

Qin Wangchuan sat on the deck of the Flying Ship, tapping his fingers against the armrest, and asked without looking back:

"Where is the Ye Clan?"

The guard bowed and cupped his hands, answering in a deep voice, "Reporting to the Young Master, the area with the continuous green-tiled roofs below is the place."

"There are five hundred and twenty-seven cultivators in the Ye Clan estate. The strongest aura is located in the center of the compound."

"All targets have been locked on."

With a sweep of his Divine Sense, not only the Ye Clan but the entire town appeared before his eyes.

"Mm." Qin Wangchuan responded indifferently, turning his gaze toward the area beneath the Flying Ship.

The outline of Qixia Town loomed faintly beneath the clouds, and the massive Ye Clan estate, spanning several miles, was particularly eye-catching.

Inside the vermilion gates and high walls, pavilions and towers stood in dense rows. The glazed tiles of the central main hall shimmered with a gaudy golden light under the sun. At this moment, several auras were gathered in the center of the courtyard—it seemed they had discovered the miserable state of their Third Young Master's corpse. The Clan Head, the elders, and several heirs were gathered together to discuss countermeasures.

But what did that matter?

"Wipe them out."

As the three understated words fell, dark clouds suddenly gathered over the entire Qixia Town.

Old Zhou, the proprietor of the tavern, was wiping the counter when he suddenly felt the wine bowls on the counter tremble slightly.

He looked up in confusion, only to see birds startled into flight outside the window. The bluestone pavement along the entire long street was silently covered in spiderweb-like cracks.

"What is this...?"

Before he could finish his sentence, a vast pressure descended from the sky.

In an instant, the air along the entire street seemed to solidify.

The wine bowl in Old Zhou's hand suddenly shattered, but the shards hovered eerily in mid-air before they could hit the ground.

The patrons drinking, along with every cultivator on the street, saw their expressions change drastically. Their internal spiritual energy felt as if it had fallen into a quagmire, and their knees slammed into the bluestone pavement uncontrollably—cracks spiderwebbed across the stones instantly.

This was not mere pressure; it was absolute suppression at the level of Law!

It was as if ants had been suddenly thrown into the deep sea, where even struggling became a luxury.

"Wh-what is happening?!" Someone struggled to look up, their pupils shrinking violently—

They saw that high above the firmament, a giant palm made of spiritual energy, covering a hundred miles, was condensing.

The palm prints were as clear as ravines; merely gazing at it made one's eyes sting and their soul tremble.

A moment later, the giant palm descended toward the direction of the Ye Clan.

Everyone in the Ye Clan, including that Quasi-Saint, was crushed into the dirt like ants by the invisible pressure. Their faces pressed against the ground, their limbs twisted, and they could not even move a single finger.

Even those with low cultivation levels were crushed into blood mists the moment the pressure formed.

There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

There was no roar, no scream.

As the giant palm and the pressure dissipated, the once-massive Ye Clan estate was reduced to a glazed crater a hundred zhang deep.

The entire Ye Clan had been completely wiped out just like that.

"The Ye Clan... is destroyed?" Old Zhou, kneeling on the ground, stared blankly at the scene and muttered to himself.

Such a massive clan had been reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye!

Shock and terror instantly hung over everyone's heads.

If a quasi-emperor can already wield the Law, what would it look like if a Great Emperor were to get serious?

Qin Wangchuan gazed at the vanished Ye Clan, his mind filled with myriad thoughts. Chaos Immortal Light swirled around his body, isolating the terrifying pressure from the outside.

He looked back to see Ye Jianwei's small face pale, yet she was stubbornly holding on, refusing to make a sound.

He raised his hand, covering her with a breath of energy, his voice calm and not at all like that of a child:

"The Ye Clan is completely destroyed."

"Your worldly ties are severed."

"Find a good place to bury your mother. From today on, just focus on cultivating by my side."

Ye Jianwei's fingertips unconsciously tightened against the corner of her clothes.

It was... for me?

The nails her mother had dug into her shoulders, the scent of blood seeping into the straw mat on that rainy night, the nightmares that had plagued her for five years—they had all been easily brushed away by the boy's words.

So, this is what it feels like to be protected.

The crisp scent of cedar lingered at the tip of her nose. Ye Jianwei lowered her eyes and softly replied, "Yes."

The sound was barely audible, yet it rang out like the locking of a fate-bound shackle.

My life belongs to you.

The Immortal Boat soon arrived at the Qin Clan Ancestral Grounds.

When the Flying Ship landed on the Immortal Ship Platform, Qin Wenhe and a group of servants, who had been waiting for a long time, hurried forward.

He first took a deep look at the disheveled Ye Jianwei behind Qin Wangchuan before stepping forward to say respectfully:

"Young Master, the Old Ancestor requests your presence."

Qin Wangchuan nodded, though he did not rush to depart. Instead, he turned to the guards behind him and said, "Go and give her mother a proper burial first."

The guard respectfully acknowledged the order: "Yes, Young Master."

This youngest Young Master possessed a natural authority that commanded respect; every guard in his retinue felt a sense of awe in his presence.

After speaking, he looked at Ye Jianwei: "You should go as well, to see your mother off on her final journey."

Ye Jianwei's body trembled slightly, and she whispered, "Thank you, Young Master."

Seeing her ragged clothes and sallow, withered hair, Qin Wangchuan instructed a nearby maid: "Take her to wash up and change into some clean clothes."

"This servant understands," the maid replied with a bow.

Having finished his instructions, he followed the attendant to the Grand Ancestor Hall.

As Qin Wangchuan stepped into the hall, Qin Taiyi slowly opened his eyes, his gaze as deep as an abyss and as vast as the sea.

"Chuan'er, come here."

Qin Wangchuan walked forward and bowed respectfully: "Old Ancestor."

Qin Taiyi did not beat around the bush, asking directly: "What is going on with your origin?"