C8 Divine Dragon Hell Suppressing Spell

A streak of light pierced into Ye Xu's mind, carrying with it a robust voice that resonated with the might of a force capable of swallowing mountains and rivers.

Ye Xu's heart quivered, and he found himself on the Yellow Springs Road. Along its banks, flowers bloomed amidst the struggle and wails of countless bones. A grand demonic chant echoed throughout the space.

The chant was akin to the sinister whispers of malevolent spirits. Ye Xu quickly gathered his concentration and silently recited the incantation of the Divine Dragon Hell Suppressing Spell. The waters of the Yellow Springs swirled upward, coalescing into a colossal dragon.

"The First Layer of the Divine Dragon Hell Suppressing Spell, the ultimate attack, the Yellow Springs Nether Dragon!"

In a flash, the Yellow Springs Nether Dragon vanished. A surge of intense heat followed, and the dragon's pattern branded itself onto Ye Xu's right arm like a tattoo.

Power flooded into Ye Xu in an endless stream. He let out a thunderous roar and struck out with all his might, cleaving the Yellow Springs water in two, leaving it unable to merge back together for a long while.

"Incredible strength!"

Ye Xu was astounded. This technique truly lived up to its reputation as a World Level cultivation method, with even the First Layer displaying such formidable power.

"Given my current spiritual energy and physical condition, I can only use it a limited number of times. I need to focus on my cultivation without delay."

With that resolution, Ye Xu closed his eyes and began to cultivate in the soothing embrace of the hot spring waters.

Meanwhile, outside the Hot Spring Villa, an opulent carriage rolled to a stop.

A woman stepped down from the carriage—a beauty, though the haughtiness and detachment in her gaze lessened her allure somewhat.

She cast a cool glance at the facade of the Hot Spring Villa.

"Excuse me, Miss?"

The attendant approached with a warm smile, eager to greet her. However, before he could finish his sentence, the young lady lashed out with her whip, leaving a deep, bloody gash across his chest.

"Why are you in my way? Move!" she demanded, her voice dripping with arrogance. With that, she strode past him and into the villa.

The other servants only dared to help the wounded attendant after the young lady had passed.

Wincing in pain, the attendant asked, "Who is she? Why is she so utterly unreasonable?"

"Hush, don't speak of it!" the older servant whispered, ensuring they were alone. "You're new here and unaware of many things. That's Ye Zhirong, a prodigiously talented member of the family's side branches. She's also recently acquainted with Ye Feiwen, the Third Elder's son. Her temper is well-known; consider yourself lucky to have received just a single lash on a day when she's in a good mood."

The old servant cast a glance toward the baths and sighed deeply, "I just wonder who will be the next to suffer her wrath."

Ye Zhirong arrived at the crescent-shaped bath and couldn't suppress a smile.

This was her favorite spot, where she felt like a celestial fairy from the Moon Palace.

She made it a ritual to bathe here several times each month.

Shedding her outer garment, she was left in a sheer muslin robe as she stepped into the bath.

The steaming water enveloped her, and she stretched out contentedly, though her eyes soon narrowed at the sight of scattered clothing in a corner.

"Who's there?"

Startled, Ye Zhirong called out, her voice laced with a deadly edge.

Ever since she claimed the bath for herself, no one else had dared to use it. Could someone be hiding here, daring to spy on her?

A chill ran through her as the thought crossed her mind.

The sound of a woman's voice jarred Ye Xu from his meditation. He opened his eyes, his mood soured by the interruption.

He furrowed his brow and rose to his feet, wrapping his bathrobe around himself as he walked. "Who are you? Didn't you realize this bath is occupied?"

After stepping outside, Ye Xu looked up to see a young girl. She was quite attractive, but the harshness in her eyes marred her beauty.

Seeing her, Ye Xu's voice turned even colder. "Ye Zhirong, what brings you here?"

In his predecessor's memories, Ye Zhirong was the object of Ye Qing and others' affections—a woman of arrogant and affected demeanor, utterly repulsive.

"Isn't this the Ye Family's worthless bastard son? You dare to spy on me?" Ye Zhirong's eyebrows arched in contempt. "I'm in a good mood today. Kneel, apologize, and then scram!"

Previously, Ye Xu would slink away when she spoke to him like this.

But the Ye Xu of now was no longer the inept man he once was. He feared no one.

"Spying on you?" Ye Xu was at a loss for words. While Ye Zhirong was undeniably beautiful, to him, she was nothing more than a soulless, charmless puppet.

"If you want to leave, do so on your own. I'm not escorting you out." Ye Xu had no interest in further conversation with this woman. After all, he was the first to arrive at the bath.

"What did you say?" Ye Zhirong snapped. "Don't think you're something special just because you defeated Ye Qing!"

In Ye Zhirong's view, Ye Xu's victory over Ye Qing was insignificant.

Her status had changed. With exceptional talent and a Martial Spirit awakened for less than six months, she had reached the Second Layer of the Qi Refining Stage and even became Ye Feiwen's woman.

Everyone in the Ye Family knew that the Third Elder and the Grand Elder were allies, and the Grand Elder's word carried more weight than the Patriarch's.

She was beyond Ye Xu's league.

"I'll teach you a proper lesson!"

With a delicate shout, Ye Zhirong's Second Layer Qi Refining Stage power caused the bathwater to erupt.

"Profound Feather Whip!"

Ye Zhirong drew a blood-red whip, lashing it viciously towards Ye Xu's face.

Ye Xu snorted dismissively, standing his ground.

He caught the Profound Feather Whip with his bare hands, the Golden Dragon Totem on his arm shining brilliantly as an overwhelming aura from the depths of hell burst forth.

"Nether Dragon Fist!"

With a thunderous cry, Ye Xu unleashed a punch, sending a vortex of spiritual energy hurtling towards Ye Zhirong.

Caught off guard, Ye Zhirong was taken aback. She hadn't anticipated Ye Xu possessing such advanced martial skills and hastily mounted a counterattack.

She stumbled back, the water in the bath churning wildly.

A smirk played on Ye Xu's lips—the power of the Yellow Springs Nether Dragon was indeed formidable.

He had only unleashed 30% of his strength; otherwise, Ye Zhirong would already be spitting blood.

Ye Zhirong's shriek drew Ye Xu's gaze upward, just in time to see the gauze on her body disintegrate.

Before Ye Xu could take it in, Ye Zhirong wrapped herself with the whip, her voice seething with fury, "Ye Xu, you did this on purpose. I will gouge out your eyes for this!"

Ye Xu was taken aback. He hadn't expected the Yellow Springs Nether Dragon to be so potent that even its residual energy could shred garments—though perhaps it was also due to the sheer flimsiness of Ye Zhirong's attire.

"Did I do that on purpose?" Did Ye Zhirong actually believe she was some kind of celestial being?

Ye Xu's face turned icy. "You might think you're beautiful, but I beg to differ." He said with a sneer, "I've never encountered a woman quite like you before!"

"You're going to pay for this today!" Ye Zhirong seethed with rage. Ye Xu had the audacity to insult her!

"You have the nerve to act out, yet you can't handle being called out on it?" Ye Xu taunted her, all the while strategizing internally.

This was, after all, the Ye Family's hot spring resort. If Ye Zhirong were to throw a tantrum without restraint, the place would never be able to operate again.