Don't You Have Any Faults at All?

"Heh, what does she have to do with it? You're putting on quite a show. Or have you already forgotten that you abandoned Liu Ruyan for wealth and status?"

"Ruyan was so good to you, she gave you her all, and this is how you repay her!"

The stall owner cursed at Ye Yu.

Hearing this, Ye Yu finally understood. No wonder the cultivators in Bianhuang City were looking at him so strangely. The problem stemmed from this.

"Is this what Liu Ruyan told you?" Ye Yu chuckled, stroking his chin.

"You still have the nerve to laugh! I've lived for decades, and I've never seen a man as despicable as you!" Seeing Ye Yu's smile, the stall owner instantly exploded.

The stall owner's voice wasn't quiet, and it quickly attracted a crowd. When they saw it was Ye Yu, everyone started pointing and discussing.

Ye Yu couldn't be bothered to explain. He snorted coldly, and his late Golden Core stage cultivation erupted, sweeping across half the trading fair.

Some people, even if you explain, it's useless. Ye Yu understood this deeply; they would only believe what they wanted to believe.

Most of the people at the trading fair were rogue cultivators. How many of them had high cultivation levels? Under Ye Yu's late Golden Core pressure, their faces all turned pale.

The scene instantly fell silent.

Even the stall owner who had been cursing the most fiercely had a face that turned green and then white, not daring to speak.

"I'll ask one last time, are you selling this sword?" Ye Yu looked directly at the stall owner and said calmly.

The stall owner gritted his teeth, but ultimately lacked the courage to refuse. He sighed and said, "500 spirit stones. Take it if you want it."

Without any further nonsense, Ye Yu took out 500 spirit stones and tossed them over. He then put the sword into his storage ring and left without looking back.

"Heh, Prince Consort Ye, quite the display of power. Do you think becoming the Prince Consort of the Great Qin Dynasty allows you to run roughshod over Qingzhou?" A cold laugh echoed, and everyone around immediately looked over.

A woman in golden robes was looking this way with a cold sneer.

It was Princess Feng Qing'er, the Third Princess of the Great Gan Dynasty in Qingzhou.

"What? Does Princess Feng have any advice for me?" Ye Yu turned around and looked at Feng Qing'er calmly.

Great Gan and Great Yan were neighbors, and there were always many exchanges between the two countries. Feng Qing'er was also a close friend of Liu Ruyan.

When Ye Yu was still trying to win over Liu Ruyan, Feng Qing'er had often mocked and ridiculed him.

"I wouldn't dare offer advice. After all, I'm afraid Qin Ruoxian would come looking for trouble. I simply can't stand seeing you treat Ruyan like this!" Feng Qing'er said sarcastically.

"Oh? Then Princess Feng, how have I treated Liu Ruyan? Have I withheld her cultivation resources? Or have I pretended not to see her flirting with my Imperial Brother? Or did I not try desperately to keep her when she said she wanted to break off the engagement?" Ye Yu smiled faintly, a slight curve to his lips.

Although it was just a few simple sentences, the amount of information conveyed was immense.

Many people around suddenly changed their expressions, exchanging glances. They all sensed that something was amiss.

"Heh, you're twisting words. Flirting? You make it sound so ugly. Ruyan and Xiao Xuan are just very pure friends!" Feng Qing'er retorted angrily.

"So, in your eyes, I have to see them sleeping together before it counts as being cuckolded? I hope you'll be just as forgiving to your future Prince Consort. Don't go attacking him just because he visits a brothel. You didn't see him sleeping with a courtesan, did you? Or did you?" Ye Yu shrugged.

As his words fell, Feng Qing'er's face turned ashen. The matter of the Third Prince Consort of the Great Gan Dynasty had long been known throughout Qingzhou and was already a public joke among the dynasties.

"Ye Yu, as a man, do you not think you're being petty saying this? Besides, even if something happened between Ruyan and Xiao Xuan, aren't you blameless? If you hadn't fallen short, would Ruyan have done this? Ultimately, it's your problem!" Feng Qing'er said coldly.

The surrounding people let out a burst of laughter upon hearing this. This woman's logic was truly astounding.

Ye Yu was also speechless. He couldn't be bothered to talk to this person anymore; he still had to study this sword.

"What? Feeling guilty and leaving? Hurry up and return the Autumn Water Sword to Ruyan!" Feng Qing'er said coldly.

"I'm staying at the inn east of the city. Come and get it if you dare." Ye Yu glanced at Feng Qing'er faintly, killing intent surging around him.

Feng Qing'er was immediately so scared that her face turned pale, and her legs went weak, causing her to collapse to the ground.

Princesses raised in royal courts like her, despite having some cultivation, had achieved it through pills. They had never killed anyone. Unlike Ye Yu, who had gone through those bloody years in the Nine Nether Blood Spring, there was no comparison.

Seeing this, Ye Yu sneered and turned to leave.

Feng Qing'er watched Ye Yu's retreating back, gritted her teeth, and roared, "Ye Yu, you just wait!"

After speaking, she hastily fled under the strange gazes of the surrounding people.

Back at the inn, Ye Yu began to carefully examine the black sword in front of him. According to his memories from his past life, this black sword exuded an intense malevolent aura, and its sword energy was even sharper than that of the Autumn Water Sword.

But now, it looked like just an ordinary sword with a bit of spiritual energy. Ye Yu surmised this was related to the black substance covering the blade.

Upon closer inspection, Ye Yu detected a faint smell of blood. His expression immediately sank. This smell of blood was very familiar.

It didn't smell like a human's.

"Could it be demonic blood?" Ye Yu frowned, muttering to himself. Then, with a wave of his hand, spiritual seals appeared, sealing the entire room.

He then flipped his palm, summoning the small cauldron and placing it on the sword.

The next moment, a humming sound erupted. The small cauldron trembled, and surprisingly, it began to float. Then, a beam of light descended.

The black substance on the sword visibly peeled away, revealing a purple blade underneath.

"It really is demonic blood!" Ye Yu took a deep breath.

The reason the Demon Race was powerful was their blood and demonic energy, which possessed a natural suppressive effect on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Before the Nascent Soul Stage, when spiritual energy had not yet been fully converted, a late Golden Core cultivator might not even be a match for an early Golden Core demon.

Spiritual treasures contaminated with demonic blood would instantly lose their spiritual essence.

But the sword before him was different. Even though it was covered in demonic blood, it still emitted a faint spiritual energy, proving its extraordinary nature.

Then, a resentful roar seemed to emanate from within the sword, followed by the black sword's outer shell beginning to peel away. A sharp aura spread from the sword's body.

After the demonic blood shell fell off, two characters were revealed on the sword's body: Purple Firmament.

"Purple Firmament Sword? I remember there's a Purple Firmament Sword Sect in Leizhou. I wonder if there's any relation," Ye Yu muttered. He didn't dwell on it further. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he circulated his spiritual energy, imprinting his mark onto the Purple Firmament Sword.

However, Ye Yu failed to notice a flash of black light on the Purple Firmament Sword.

At the same time, a thousand miles away, the Purple Firmament Sword Sect was in chaos.