For the next while, Ye Yu remained there. Occasionally, cultivators passed by, and each time, Ye Yu would look up to see whether they were from the Ye family or the royal clans.
But in Qing Yi's eyes, this looked like fear and nervousness.
It made sense. How much courage could someone have if they had entered the Great Family Competition only to stay put here the entire time?
No matter how talented such a person was, he was unworthy of the Holy Maiden.
Yet no matter how much she looked down on Ye Yu, Qin Ruoxian's orders left her no choice but to obey his commands.
And it was not just Ye Yu. Even the Fat Monk traveling with him spent his days in complete idleness—eating when awake, sleeping after eating, without the slightest bit of self-discipline expected of a cultivator.
Birds of a feather flock together.
Two days later, several weak Demonic Beasts ran over. Ye Yu raised a brow, stepped forward, caught one, and slowly closed his eyes.
With Qing Yi's abilities, she naturally knew what Ye Yu was doing—soul searching!
And he was searching the soul of such a weak Demonic Beast.
Unable to defeat others, was he taking out his anger on these weak Demonic Beasts instead?
Naturally, Ye Yu did not know what Qing Yi was thinking, nor did he care.
The soul power of the Dharma Realm surged into the Demonic Beast's body, and the scenes it had witnessed played one by one within Ye Yu's sea of consciousness.
Deep in the dense forest, many people were hiding. Since he could not sense the fluctuations within, Ye Yu could only temporarily distinguish whether they belonged to the royal clans by the color of their pupils.
The Ye family members who had entered were