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You actually recognize me?

His voice paused for a long moment before speaking again.

Naturally.

Ye Dongfeng's expression did not change. If he did not know of it, how would he have stirred up a great disaster the moment he woke up and kicked Song Family Elder Song Chenghai's lifeblood. If he did not insist on cutting off this bit of karma, how could a mere Ice Prison be able to restrain him?

Ye Family is a Prominent Class, and is qualified to set up a personal torture chamber.

The first level was to punish those servants of the House of Ye who had crossed over. The people on the second floor were the sinners of the Ye residence, and Ye Dongfeng was currently imprisoned in the second floor of the Ice Prison, waiting for the results of the elders' meeting.

However, even those with high positions in the Ye Family were rarely aware that there was a third level of existence in the Ye Residence's Ice Prison.

Coincidentally, Ye Dongfeng clearly knew what was on the third floor.

On the surface, there were only three Martial Lords in the Ye Family. Including his father, Ye Canghai, there were only four of them. This kind of force was already strong enough in the Sea Heaven City, but it was still a lot weaker than the King's Chen Family.

However, the reason why the Ye Residence was able to sit firmly on the throne of the Third Prominent Class was because of the owner of this aged voice from the Ice Prison.

Interesting, truly interesting. I can see that not only are you shameless, but you also have a bit of an old and useless demeanor. Son of Ye Canghai, I remember that kid, could also be counted as the fierce tiger of my Ye Family. I didn't expect you to be so bold.

I'm rather curious, how are you going to overturn the sea, how are you going to overturn the heavens?

In the blink of an eye, the huge iceberg was covered in mist, and a sloppy-looking Old Man'er walked out from the iceberg.

Therefore, I want to borrow something from you, Grand Elder.

Ye Dongfeng said lightly.

Oh? This is strange, no one in Ye Family has the qualifications to bargain with this old one.

Junior, you want to borrow something from this old man. Have you not considered why I should give it to you? It doesn't matter if what you borrow is important to me or not, it belongs to me. So what if you are a direct descendant of Ye Family? Didn't your parents teach you that it is a heaven-defying journey for a cultivator to fight for the Heavenly Dao? Because of fate, how could others force themselves to ask for it? The slovenly Old Man'er laughed, but did not show the slightest mercy.

You'll borrow it.

Hearing this, Ye Dongfeng's expression did not contain any sadness nor joy. He glanced at the gloating slovenly Wu Tie and said. Qiannan Flame Grass, Miracle Door of Hundred Herb Scripture, Heavenly Trapping Dragon Poison, these kinds of poisons that are ranked in the top three in the world, these kinds of poisons are making you go crazy. You don't even hesitate to stop your blood from flowing, you're trapped in this Ice Prison. Use the unparalleled cold energy created by the Ice Prison to suppress the five viscera and six organs, and reduce the speed of blood flow in the martial veins to one percent of their normal speed, thus prolonging life.

The Ice Prison has locked down the dragon and the cold air has blocked off the blood.

Ye Dongfeng said lightly.

Who would have thought that the Ice Prison used to imprison prisoners was actually a life-saving array formation?

Ye Dongfeng's voice was plain, but when the words entered the slovenly Wu Tie'er's ears, it made his expression change drastically.

Swoosh.

Before the former even finished speaking, Wu Tie'er's face changed and he became a gust of wind as he suddenly stood in front of Ye Dongfeng. His shriveled hands trembled as he grabbed onto Ye Dongfeng's arms, and Ye Dongfeng could even see a hint of malevolence appearing on the old face that was as pale as a corpse.

How do you know?

I naturally know, and I also know that even if you use the cold energy of the Ice Prison to suppress it, your poison will not survive past three years before entering your Martial Veins. But it just so happens that I can cure this poison. I want to ask, are you willing to lend it to me?

Ye Dongfeng said slowly.

This Wu Tie'er almost broke both of his arms, but Ye Dongfeng's face didn't show any pain, as if the pain didn't exist.

Junior, who exactly are you?

This old one doesn't care where you heard about the Heaven Trapping Dragon Poison, but you are too arrogant. If even a Tier 5 Heaven Transforming Pill was unable to completely expel this poison, it could only be done by suppressing the poison in the air. How could a junior who had yet to step into the Pill Dao be able to dispel this poison? So what if I can get rid of it, even if I have to take away this old one's life, so what if this Ye Family is given to you? The slovenly Old Man'er said coldly, but his voice was trembling.

He had lived for far too long, and he had been sleepy for far too long.

Why not just give it a try? Return Spring Grass, Mang Oxford, White Jade Plate... According to my method, once you see the results, although this method cannot immediately dispel the Dragon's Poison, it is enough to delay the effects. Come to me after a day and you will understand.

After Ye Dongfeng said this, he closed his eyes without even looking at the foolish old man.

One day...

The slovenly Wu Tie'er's face changed from green to red. He looked at Ye Dongfeng for a long time before disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Ye Dongfeng closed his eyes and smiled.

In the darkness of the Ice Prison, no one could see the distant and deep thoughts in his mind, as if they could see through the limits of time.

When he was twenty years old, he coincidentally met with immortal fate that angered the Feudal Lords of the sect. Sixth Brother Ye Donghu died for him in battle, so his Ye Family was in danger. An old man appeared out of nowhere, used his life's worth of energy to instigate the mighty sword light, and then used his own strength to escape with his broken Ye Family.

The old man was himself poisoned, he originally had a few more years of time, but he could only protect his Ye Family for a moment, so Ye Dongfeng was lucky enough to escape.

The old man turned into ashes and scattered into the air, bringing forth the light of a soaring dragon.

Until then, only then did Ye Dongfeng know that he was the Ye Family Elder.

Ye Family, Ye Huan Long!

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Ye Dongfeng made a huge mistake and was locked in Ice Prison for a whole day.

The entire Ye Family was in a flurry of discussion, and even though they had committed a great sin, they did not think twice about changing their plans. Instead, they thought that it was better to kick down the fourth master of the Song Family, who came forward to denounce them.

But the amazing thing was.

However, the Iron Blood Marquis Ye Canghai, who had always doted on his son like his life, rarely showed his face.

Even when Ye Dongfeng was ordered to seal him in Ice Prison, Ye Canghai did not reveal his face even once. On the contrary, there were servants who saw the fourth master, who had an extraordinary status within the Ye Family, angrily walk out of the hall. Afterwards, the fourth master locked himself in his room with an ashen face, and did not take even half a step out for an entire day.

Could it be that the Fourth Elder had lost all hope in the good-for-nothing young master Ye Dongfeng? Otherwise, why would he not even take a single step forward? Why would he not even see Lady Ye Nichang? I heard that even the steward of the fourth branch couldn't knock on the door when he went to deliver food?

The servants made their guesses.

Indeed, Ye Canghai had locked himself in his room for a whole day. Not a single drop of water touched his skin, not a single inch of rice entered his room.

However, Ye Canghai was not as dispirited as the servants had guessed and did nothing. For the entire day, Ye Canghai, the fourth Steel Blooded Martial Marquis to be conferred the title of Marquis in terms of Ye Family, only focused on one thing.

Sharpening the spear.

It was an iron spear with a cold glow.

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