Chapter 131: One-Hit Kill of a Martial King

Apart from the Yang Spirit, which can detach from the physical body and roam the heavens, his lifespan had broken through the natural limits of living beings, reaching an unimaginable realm—what they called “ten thousand years of life.” Of course, this wasn’t to be taken literally. Even tracing back to the earliest Yu Dynasty, the Dragon Kingdom’s history was less than six thousand years. If cultivators could truly achieve the Yang Spirit state back then, they should still be alive now.

Yet, the immortals in Dragon Kingdom’s history had long since ascended, claiming to have transcended to the celestial realm or merged with the great Dao of the world, becoming part of it. If that meant blending with heaven and earth and living for ten thousand years, Ye Tian refused to accept it. To lose the ability to experience human joys and sorrows was truly a dull existence.

“Junior Brother, you’re back,” came the weak voice of Gu Qingcheng. She lay in Liang Yue’s arms, barely clinging to life.

Seeing his senior sister in such a pitiful state, Ye Tian’s heart ached deeply. He frowned and said, “Yes, I’m back. Don’t worry, sister—I will avenge you immediately.”

With that, his large hand pressed firmly on the crown of Lucas’s head, then suddenly pulled upward. A complete soul was ripped out and immediately drawn into the finger ring guided by the Path of the Heavens. The robust body collapsed limply to the ground, utterly dead.

Ye Tian, having feigned death himself, witnessed everything with his Yang Spirit. Those who dared bully his sister and covet his women—were simply courting death!

Furious beyond measure, he vowed to imprison this soul and torment it daily under the morning sun until it was utterly destroyed, never to be reborn. As for the body, he had other plans.

This was the body of a mighty Martial King, possessing a rare bloodline gift that allowed it to regenerate endlessly by consuming flesh—an indestructible Martial King’s physique! If not forged into a puppet, it would be a waste of the exquisite skills of Recluse Baoshan.

To the onlookers, however, Ye Tian’s actions looked quite different. Ordinary people and warriors lacked the ability to perceive souls, so all they saw was Ye Tian lightly pat Lucas’s head, and the latter instantly fell dead.

“What? The family head is dead?”

The people of the Dragon Kingdom were stunned, their minds reeling. At this moment, the Aseves tribe, terrified and hopeless, screamed and prepared to flee. Madness! The family head, reputed to be invincible in the early stage of Martial King, had been casually slain! If they didn’t run now, when would they?

Yet, they never even made it out the door, as Liang Yue and her companions blocked their path and killed them on the spot.

With the threat eliminated, a group of women gathered around, staring at Ye Tian in disbelief.

“Ye Tian, why aren’t you dressed yet? How shameless!” Gu Qing’er blushed, yet her eyes involuntarily wandered where they shouldn’t.

“This guy is huge… no, how did he get so strong so fast?” Gu Qing’er’s scalp tingled. This was a Martial King—a warrior known to be invincible in his domain, capable of easily destroying a city—and Ye Tian had slain him with casual ease!

Only twenty years old, Ye Tian was not just a Martial King but a being beyond that. If this news spread, it would shock the entire Dragon Kingdom.

Gu Qing’er grew more determined than ever: she must do whatever it took to bring Ye Tian’s seed back to the Gu family, no matter how underhanded.

“Junior Brother, you’re so incredible; do Master and the others know?” Liang Yue was stunned. Was this really her junior brother? Just two days ago, he was only at the North Star Realm, yet now, after a single outing, he could single-handedly kill a Martial King—and so effortlessly!

Perhaps even the seven masters on the mountain hadn’t achieved such feats at his age.

Hearing this, Ye Tian waved his hand dismissively. “A first-stage Martial King is no more than a dog to kill. How could I compare him to Master?”

Killing a Martial King as easily as killing a dog… Hearing this casual remark, the women gasped and felt a wave of inferiority. If Ye Tian treated Martial Kings like dogs, then those of them toyed with by Martial Kings were lower than dogs.

Ignoring the shocked looks from his senior sister, Ye Tian said seriously, “Moreover, our Grandmaster sits in the hut, overseeing all worldly affairs. Surely, he has long been aware of everything concerning me.”

“That’s true, that old pervert!” Liang Yue suddenly recalled something, fuming. “Back when the seven sisters studied on the mountain, if we were hungry at night and stole a wild chicken to eat, that old guy could precisely tell how much meat each of us ate. Nothing can be hidden from him!”

Naturally…

Ye Tian nodded deeply in agreement. The Grandmaster’s mastery of the Inner Core Art was unfathomable. Even now that Ye Tian had merged with the Dao, he dared not claim to surpass the Grandmaster’s proficiency in alchemy.

“Achoo!”

Far away on Mount Kunlun, an old white-bearded man bent over weaving straw sandals sneezed repeatedly.

“Who’s the scoundrel slandering this old man!”

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After ordering Lucas’s corpse to be wrapped and placed in a crystal coffin, Ye Tian finally covered his perfect figure with clothes and trousers in front of everyone. Some reluctantly withdrew their gazes.

Having finished, he waved his hand. “Everyone, do as you please.”

“Yes, Family Head!”

The servants looked at him with reverence, saluted respectfully, and resumed their orderly work.

“Sorry for waking up so late and letting everyone suffer,” Ye Tian said apologetically to the gathered girls, bowing slightly.

“It’s okay, as long as you’re alive,” Li Muqing stepped forward without caring who watched. Like a swallow returning to its nest, she nestled into his arms.

Ye Tian’s heart softened at her initiative. It seemed Muqing had finally resolved her inner turmoil... Tonight, fortune was smiling on him—hehe!

“Oh, I want a hug too,” Gu Qingcheng, still looking weak, clung to Ye Tian.

“You rascal, you really hurt me just now! Don’t you know how to comfort me?” she teased.

This made Ye Tian laugh heartily. “A little pain is good; women are meant to be cherished!”

“Get lost!”

Their playful banter sparked laughter around them, ending the farce.

Yet, a solemn meeting was about to begin in Ye Tian’s bedroom.

Gu Qingcheng, Liang Yue, Gu Qing’er, Ye Xiaomei, Li Muqing, and two others sat around the bed, listening intently.

“From now on, the three thousand fierce bandits will be under your management, two senior sisters. As for the distribution of income, leave it to Wang Zizai.”