Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 149: A Sword

Chapter 149: Chapter 149: A Sword

"Mr. Ye?"

Hearing this name, a glint of icy sharpness flashed in the old man’s eyes as he asked coldly, "That Mr. Ye?"

"Yes... yes, Lord Wang! It’s the very Mr. Ye who killed your disciples Lei Ming and Huang Xiong!" Victor, though trembling with fear, still mustered the courage to reply.

"Hahahahaha!!"

In an instant, the old man erupted into roaring laughter, shaking the entire snowy mountain, causing it to tremble violently.

Victor, witnessing this, immediately cried out in panic, "L-Lord Wang, your... your back!"

Rumble—

Before Victor’s words landed, a sound akin to heaven and earth collapsing erupted.

All they could see was the thick layer of snow atop the mountain, trembling and collapsing because of the old man’s laughter—it was an avalanche!

Avalanches in East Siberia were also referred to as the White Death God!

Once an avalanche begins, it moves at incredible speed, its impact comparable to that of a high-speed train barreling down the tracks.

Under such devastating force, a person caught in its path is almost certainly doomed, with no chance of escape!

Victor’s face instantly filled with despair as he saw the avalanche rushing toward them.

However, at that very moment, the old man, without even glancing behind, casually swung a knife-hand strike through the air.

Boom!

In that instant, a burst of purple light exploded outward.

The old man’s hand was as if it had transformed into a Holy Sword, directly splitting the massive avalanche into two halves that slid past him on either side.

Even the mountain itself bore a deep scar from the knife-hand strike, as though it had been cleaved in two.

"Lord Wang, divine power!"

Victor fell to his knees, trembling in fear and awe, his expression filled with reverence.

He had always known the old man was powerful, but he had not expected such an unimaginable display of strength.

With just a single stroke, the old man not only split the avalanche but had almost bisected the entire snowy mountain!

This was power far beyond what a mortal could achieve. Even if someone could, they would no longer be called human—they would be a god!

Amidst the aftermath of the avalanche, the old man, standing with his hands behind his back, spoke faintly, "Losing one or two disciples usually wouldn’t warrant such a journey from me. But as for stealing the True Martial Sword Manual, I can’t simply turn a blind eye."

Saying this, the old man looked at Victor and snorted coldly, "Prepare yourself. We leave immediately to meet that so-called Mr. Ye!"

"Yes!"

Victor quickly nodded heavily...

The Wang elder had already set out for China, with Ye Fei being his target.

However, Ye Fei was completely unaware of these events. At that moment, he was listening with interest as Ren Yuan spoke about the True Martial Sword Manual.

"You mean to say that the True Martial Sword Manual is divided into two parts?" Ye Fei asked with a faint smile.

"No, no, no! It’s not merely divided into two parts—it was forcibly torn apart!" Ren Yuan clarified hurriedly. "I only managed to recover the first half, but Huang Qing discovered me and pursued me as far as Spring Lake. If not for the senior’s intervention, I doubt I would have even been able to keep this portion!" Ren Yuan explained while steering the car.

"Oh? That’s rather peculiar," Ye Fei remarked curiously. "Both you and that Huang Qing were at early-stage Hua Realm cultivation, and he was even injured at the time. How could you fail to hold your ground?"

"Senior, you may not know," Ren Yuan explained with a tinge of resentment. "Huang Qing had a companion with him. The other half of the manual is in his possession. They colluded with the Wu Family of Ann Province, pretending to seek discipleship at my sect. But in reality... they mercilessly struck us down. Now, I am the last survivor of my sect!"

Ren Yuan’s eyes reddened as he spoke.

The desire for vengeance was deeply rooted in his decision to follow Ye Fei. He was waiting for a chance to grow strong enough to avenge his sect!

Hearing this, Yang Tian suddenly furrowed his brows and said, "Ann Province’s Wu Family? That name rings familiar!"

"Senior, do you know the Wu Family?" Ren Yuan asked in a mix of surprise and hope.

"I do know a Wu Family from Ann Province. But I’m not sure if it’s the one you’re speaking of," Ye Fei said with a smile. "That Wu Family used to be one of Ann Province’s Three Great Super Clans. Their young master is called Wu Hao. Is that the same one?"

"Yes, yes! That’s them!"

Ren Yuan nodded swiftly. "That Black Heart Elder came with Wu Hao to my sect. I was the one who hosted them, so I’ll never forget!"

"Oh? It really is them?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Fei chuckled with amused anticipation.

Since the Binjiang incident during the New Year, the Wu Family had suffered significant suppression on all fronts. They had already fallen from their position as one of Ann Province’s Three Great Super Clans.

Now it seemed they were allying with Black Heart Elder and the now-deceased Huang Qing in an attempt to seize the True Martial Sword Manual.

Could it be they sought to restore the family through the study of sword cultivation techniques?

With this thought, Ye Fei asked for more details, then calmly said, "Ren Yuan, do you want revenge?"

"Yes! Of course, I do! Senior, are you willing to help me?" Ren Yuan asked eagerly, his voice trembling with emotion.

"Helping you is not difficult,"

Ye Fei replied in an indifferent tone. "But I’m no altruist. What can I gain by helping you?"

"Gain? I... I’ve already sworn my very life to you, my lord... I honestly don’t know what else I can offer you!" Ren Yuan replied, helplessly.

But Ye Fei smiled instead, his voice cold and laced with dark amusement. "Heh, indeed, you have little to offer. Even your life means little to me. But..."

Ye Fei suddenly paused, his tone taking on the chilling resonance of the Nine Nether as he continued darkly, "But I want you to diligently practice the True Martial Sword Manual and become the sword in my hand! Do you understand what I mean?"

"A sword?"

Ren Yuan froze momentarily before realization dawned on him. He said fervently, "I understand! From now on, I shall be the sword in your hand, Master. Whoever you want me to kill, I’ll kill!"

"A promising pupil indeed!"

Ye Fei nodded with a faint smile.

The reason he had kept Ren Yuan by his side was to mold him into a capable follower.

The Soul-controlling Demon from ages past had ultimately met destruction at the hands of cultivators, his soul shattered. At its core, this was because of his arrogant isolation—he had no one by his side.

Thus, during his tribulation, he was encircled and slain by enemies!

Ye Fei would not repeat such a mistake!

While Ye Fei sought ultimate power, to stand above countless cultivators and ascend to the pinnacle of the universe, he also needed loyal subordinates to protect him, handle affairs, and even sacrifice for him!

This was the way of a demon!

A demon is not a solitary being, but one who maximizes every resource and ally to ensure their survival and supremacy.

"Master, that Black Heart Elder isn’t an Innate Expert, but he has mastered the essence of sword cultivation. He’s capable of combat far beyond his level. Now that he has even half of the True Martial Sword Manual, I fear he won’t be easy to deal with. Should we formulate a strategy?" Ren Yuan asked cautiously.

"A strategy?"

Ye Fei closed his eyes slowly, his voice calm yet brimming with disdain. "So what if he exceeds his level? Even an Innate Expert is nothing more than an ant before me!"