Eternal Holy Emperor
Chapter 246 - 220: Thirty Years in the East of the River, Thirty Years in the West of the River

Chapter 246: Chapter 220: Thirty Years in the East of the River, Thirty Years in the West of the River

Ye Chen stood tall in the void, like a deity wielding his power, sweeping through all unmatched foes with ease.

The two esteemed Martial God strong people had been well-prepared and had even revitalized their Martial God Dao Soldiers, yet they were still no match, and after just one exchange, they were successively sent flying, coughing up blood, and crashed into the ground, demolishing several houses as dust plumed into the air.

Onlookers gaped at the scene before them in utter disbelief.

It was too powerful, these were two legendary Martial God strong people, of which there were only a handful in the entirety of Xiafeng Country, and none in Luofeng City, yet now they seemed so fragile against Young Master Ye Chen of the Ye Family, making it hard to believe.

The Taixue Mountain Young Master had long since been stunned, his scalp tingling with numbness—oh god, how could this Young Great Demon King be so monstrously powerful.

For the first time, he felt an overwhelming terror, as if facing a demon himself.

"This..."

Even his parents and everyone in the Ye Family were shocked still. Ye Chen had been gone for over a year; what on earth had happened during that time? He had just returned and was already displaying such peerless combat prowess—those were Martial Gods he was sending flying with a single blow, was such exaggeration even possible?

With a loud thud, the two Martial Gods surged into the air, though their figures were disheveled and their mouths bloodied, staining their clothes red. They looked at Ye Chen in utter shock.

In this exchange, both Martial God strong people deeply realized that, though he was just a youth, he was far too strong for them, not on the same level at all.

Moreover, their Martial God Dao Soldiers had dimmed after the youth’s strike, which had left a clear palm imprint and cracked the surrounding area, nearly shattering them. Only a combatant of a certain immense strength could achieve this, and clearly, this youth had done so.

Was this the true display of the Trial Road Young Great Demon King’s power?

Both felt an immense pressure upon them.

"Young Master, we can’t stay here any longer, let’s go!"

One of the Martial Gods shouted and, along with another Martial God, quickly took to the skies with the Young Master, fleeing outright.

"Chen’er—," Ye Ao called out softly as he saw Ye Chen not pursuing the escapees. It would be too easy for them to return and cause future trouble.

But Ye Chen turned to him with a smile and said, "Father, rest assured, your son will not let any mistakes occur."

Ye Ao, though puzzled about Ye Chen’s methods, still chose to trust his son.

Sure enough, not long after, three shadows plummeted from the sky and crashed into the ground. The Young Master, particularly, was covered in blood and appeared seriously injured, having lost many teeth, presenting a sorry state of affairs filled with terror.

The other two Martial Gods also landed heavily, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood.

What exactly had happened for them to suddenly fall from the sky was puzzling to everyone.

Aouuu—

A deafening roar reverberated above Luofeng City, shaking the heavens, and then a large, ominous shadow stretched over the area. Looking up, one saw an immense, serpentine figure winding through the clouds, exuding a formidable demon power that commanded both submission and astonishment: "A dragon, it’s a Demon Dragon!"

"The Demon Dragon is here; everyone hurry and run! Could it be another Demon Beast upheaval?"

Many people cried out in fear, wondering if another Demon Beast upheaval had come, this time led by the legendary Demon Dragon.

However, the so-called Demon Dragon became exceptionally docile when it came before Ye Chen, lowering its large head affectionately and pressing against him, exhibiting no signs of aggression.

Ye Ao, though surprised, realized that this Demon Flood Dragon was probably a Demon Beast that Ye Chen had tamed.

And the reason the two Martial Gods from Taixue Mountain had been forced to return was likely due to the Demon Flood Dragon’s attack, which had sent them tumbling from the sky.

Swish—

Ye Chen moved in an instant, crossing the sky and landing directly above the street where the people from Taixue Mountain had fallen. He looked down upon the Young Master and two Martial Gods and said indifferently, "It’s time to settle things with you."

"Ye Chen, please no, my father is the Mountain Master of Taixue Mountain—killing me will invoke Taixue Mountain’s wrath."

"Sorry, but your father was killed by me a few days ago. As for the strong people of Taixue Mountain, they haven’t even dared to peep, let alone you—a mere Young Master." Ye Chen mercilessly revealed a brutal truth, shocking the Young Master.

With a splatter—

The scream ceased abruptly as Ye Chen stepped down, sending out ripples of Dao energy that pulverized the Taixue Mountain Young Master, annihilating him in body and spirit.

The two Martial Gods were sent flying, and the Demon Flood Dragon charged forward, biting down and completely devouring both Martial Gods into its stomach.

In the end, the last two Innate People of Taixue Mountain were subdued and taken care of by a few Family elders.

From then on, the threat to the Ye Family was completely resolved.

Ye Chen soared into the sky, stood erect upon the Heavenly Dome, his body flowing with surging golden radiance. As he ascended, his presence boomed through the Nine Layers of Heaven, sweeping his gaze across the Six Harmonies and Eight Desolates, intimidating any individuals or powers harboring the thought of making a move against the Ye Family.

...

In the spacious hall, the main seat was still occupied by Ye Ao, sitting high and dignified. However, directly following him, it was not the three elders but Ye Chen and Xia Wei, with the three elders relegated to sit even further down.

Yet none of the three elders harbored a trace of complaint, and this arrangement was made specifically for Ye Chen. Since witnessing Ye Chen’s awe-inspiring strength, any notion of resistance had faded, and the looks they cast towards Ye Chen were filled with much more reverence than even towards the Family Head, Ye Ao.

Ye Chen’s return elated both Ye Ao and Xia Wei as parents. Ye Ao still had to maintain the dignity of a Family Head, but Xia Wei couldn’t help but pull Ye Chen close, examining him up and down with worry, asking if he had sustained any injuries after being struck by that Martial God, "Chen’er, you took a hit from that Martial God just now, are you alright?"

Ye Chen shook his head with a smile; the Golden Blood Qi in his body roared like a mighty flood, and any minor injuries had already autonomously healed, without the need for the God King Revival Technique.

Moreover, his parents had been cleansed by the God King Revival Technique, their sinews washed and their bodies purified of all filth, with all ailments driven out. Xia Wei looked many years younger and even more charmingly elegant.

Ye Ao was already nearing Martial God Realm, and after the cleansing, there was a sense that he could break through to the Martial God Realm at any moment.

This was the miraculous aspect of the God King Revival Technique, a Supreme Divine Skill. Otherwise, how could a common Divine Skill produce such remarkable effects? However, the cost was a drain on Ye Chen’s Origin Power.

Only once Ye Chen truly became strong, could this sort of depletion be truly disregarded.

Until a moment later when all the important members of the family arrived, the scene suddenly grew quiet, everyone instinctively turned their gaze towards Ye Chen.

Clearly, at this moment, Ye Chen was the protagonist.

Ye Chen laughed, "Why are you all staring at me? Do you really not recognize me anymore?"

"It’s not that we don’t recognize Young Master Ye Chen. It’s just that many things have changed after a year without seeing you," the Great Elder said, his expression complex and filled with reverence as he gazed at Ye Chen. The elder who once looked down upon Ye Chen, now referred to him with a respectful title.

Thirty years on the east bank of the river, thirty years on the west bank; never underestimate a young man in poverty.

This adage was not in the least bit false.

Ye Chen nodded, "The family has grown larger and the construction is even better. I suppose we also owe some thanks to the Royal Family."

The Second Elder immediately said, "Actually, it’s primarily thanks to your reputation, Young Master. It’s because of that the Royal Family was willing to support the Ye Family so generously. Now we’re not just in charge of the Ye family, but also administer over a dozen towns in the northwestern region of the Kingdom, which is far more formidable than during our ancestor’s most prosperous era."

Many clan members sighed introspectively. The Ye Family of old was indeed powerful, but only ruled over Luofeng City; moreover, they had to stand shoulder to shoulder with two other major families, the Xia Family and the Yangg Family.

But now, transformed, they had become the ruling Family Head over more than ten towns, considered a colossal entity within Xiafeng Country, making the other two families look up to them.

However, everyone was acutely aware that this was all because of Ye Chen. Without him, the Ye Family would still be just a small City Lord family in Luofeng City.

"Young Master Ye Chen, have you really become a Martial God?"

A steward asked cautiously, his question not only voicing his own doubts but also those of all the clan members. Although they had just witnessed Ye Chen walking on air, it was too incredible, and they had yet to fully come to terms with it.

"Martial God?" Ye Chen said with a light smile. "You could say that I am, or that I am not. But I am more powerful than the average Martial God."

These words caused confusion, seeming evasive and making it difficult for anyone to grasp the certainty of his status.

But they all came to understand that even if Ye Chen wasn’t a Martial God, he could still slay a true Martial God, as today had been the best demonstration of his strength.

Ye Chen’s return was naturally a cause for celebration. The family set up a grand feast, laying out no less than a hundred banquet tables, and all clan members, servants, and maids ate and drank merrily with no intention of returning sober, remaining awake through the entire night.

Some high-ranking elders requested for Ye Chen to recount the events that occurred during his absence, every story eliciting gasps of amazement and hailed as legendary.

On the edge of the hall, where the younger generation sat, there was a figure enveloped in solitude—Ye Zhengyang.

He was once the foremost amongst the Ye Family’s younger generation and even stepped into the Innate Realm at the young age of twenty, heralding a limitless future, possibly able to breakthrough Martial God Realm. Over this past year, he had been diligently cultivating, striving to defeat Ye Chen early.

But as a year passed and he looked back, all of yesterday’s achievements had become fleeting clouds.

It was with immense effort that he managed to reach the second layer of Innate, yet the other, Ye Chen, had ascended to the legendary realm of the Martial God––a rarity even among the Ye Family’s millennium-long history, with only a handful of ancestors reaching this step.

And for Ye Chen to be so young and achieve this was a first.

The youth he once could look down upon had now grown to a height that required him to look up to.

He lamented over the past.

He drained a cup of wine, and Ye Zhengyang resolutely left the banquet, his figure lonely yet unwavering, no longer exhibiting the untamed arrogance of old. From today onwards, he would abandon all else to engage in arduous cultivation.