Chapter 630: Chapter 273: The Unprecedentedly Prosperous Divine Sword Sect Region and the Endless Cultivators’ Assertions (Part 2)
After all, within any region, ordinary cultivators are the mainstream, and not everyone is of the True Self-Slaying Realm. Among the vast majority, those in the Self-Slaying Realm are already the overlords of their domains. The unparalleled prodigies in the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain’ become exceedingly rare when scattered across this vast land.
However, while some remain uninformed, others are well aware. Immediately, a cultivator couldn’t help but interject after hearing this.
"Brother, that’s news from seven years ago. The Sword Saint’s heir is no longer what you imagine to be a worthless person."
As soon as these words were spoken, countless cultivators instantly focused their gaze on the speaker, all full of curiosity and anticipation.
"Brother, do you perhaps know something more?"
"Of course I know. To be honest, my cousin is a newly recognized prodigy of the Divine Sword Sect. According to him, the Sword Saint’s heir is not someone with a Plant Martial Soul, nor are they worthless."
As the cultivator spoke, his eyes were filled with astonishment, and his breathing seemed somewhat rapid.
"According to my cousin’s description, the Sword Saint’s heir awakened a sixth-grade forbidden Martial Soul and was sent into the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain’ five years ago. Today, the Sword Saint’s heir has already shaken the upper echelons of the Hundred Broken Mountain Range region. It is said that the heir even acquired the Creator Empress’s inheritance in the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain,’ but was taken by the Demon Realm’s demoness."
Rumble——!!!
These words instantly caused an endless commotion.
Countless cultivators from the Hundred Broken Mountain Range region stood dumbfounded as if struck by lightning.
"What did you say? A... sixth-grade forbidden Martial Soul?"
"Creator Empress Inheritance? How is that possible?"
"Fellow Daoist, is the information reliable? Did our Hundred Broken Mountain Range region give birth to a forbidden Martial Soul?"
"Oh my God!"
Upon hearing the words ’forbidden Martial Soul,’ the entire crowd exploded into chaos.
As the masses erupted, for a time, some cultivators who knew more also joined in the discussion, although their information was scarce, mostly hearsay.
But under the patchwork of rumors, gradually, a nearly complete network of information began spreading among countless cultivators heading towards the Divine Sword Sect region.
And amidst the deafening crowd, no one noticed a group of both young and old listening to countless legends about that figure in an inconspicuous corner, appearing as if struck by lightning.
If Ye Xiaofan were here, he would surely recognize these people, as this group of cultivators, who had traveled across mountains and rivers, were none other than one of the few teams from Star Moon City.
Among this team, there were several extremely familiar small groups, none other than the Ye Race clansmen from Ye Village, with Ye Wuyuan among them.
"Clan leader, are these rumors true? Could it be that the wastrel from back then really slaughtered hundreds of newly emerged unparalleled prodigies in the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain’?" A member of the Ye Race couldn’t help but ask. Throughout their journey, they had heard countless tales about Ye Xiaofan, too many to count.
At this moment, Ye Wuyuan, with a head full of white hair, had been weathered by time over the past seven years, looking aged and frail, sometimes coughing incessantly like leaves in the wind.
After the Ye Race member finished speaking, Ye Wuyuan immediately coughed several times in succession, his old eyes showing a complex expression.
Just as Ye Wuyuan was showing signs of illness, two towering middle-aged figures appeared in the sight of the crowd. One of them spoke calmly, "Clan Leader Ye, are you alright? If you can’t continue, you might as well rest here before getting back on the road once you recover a bit."
"There’s nothing wrong with me, no problem at all. Thank you, City Lord and Mansion Master, for your care. I’m immensely grateful," Ye Wuyuan hurriedly got up and slightly bowed to the middle-aged man.
The two middle-aged men were none other than the City Lord of Star Moon City, Shangguan Wan’Er’s father, and beside the City Lord stood Nangong Linyun, the Mansion Master of both the City Lord’s Mansion and Nangong Mansion, and the foster father of Nangong Jianchen.
Clearly, the reason why these dozens of Ye Race powerhouses could cross endless mountains and rivers to reach the Divine Sword Sect region was thanks to these two mansion masters. Otherwise, relying on Ye Wuyuan and the others, it would be difficult to appear here.
The reason for the Ye Race’s presence here was naturally to welcome Ye Xiaotian back to the race. According to the rules of the Divine Sword Sect, once disciples return from the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain,’ if they do not go to other strongholds, they have the option to return to their respective clans.
The Ye Race, having produced only one Ye Xiaotian in countless ages, was naturally keen to have him return to the family to glorify and expand it. After all, a strong person in the Self-Slaying Realm returning to Star Moon City would be almost on par with the City Lord, and leading the entire Ye Race to soar in the Ten Cities Region would not be difficult.
As for Ye Xiaofan, the people of the Ye Race knew well that their actions back then had completely severed ties with that young man.
However, when one is at death’s door, a benevolent heart emerges. Ye Wuyuan coming to the Divine Sword Sect to welcome Ye Xiaotian was one reason; his last obsession was also to see how far that child from back then had come.
Seeing Ye Wuyuan’s determination to go, the City Lord and Mansion Master of Star Moon City didn’t say much more, bringing along such a burden only because of Ye Xiaotian and that figure from the past. Despite the fact that the youth from back then had no connections with the Ye Race anymore, he still bore the surname Ye.
