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This entirely black iron spear was accompanied by Ye Canghai. It was accompanied by Ye Canghai as he roamed the world, slashing his sword to slay demons. It could be said that this spear had accompanied Ye Canghai through countless humiliations. With his iron spear martial arts as his title, this spear was his backbone.

A day's time was more than enough for a rusty weapon to be sharpened to the point of incomparable brilliance.

The iron spear in Ye Canghai's hand.

The cold light of the spear had been sharpened to an incomparable sharpness. With a light swing, it could even break the air.

But he didn't think it was enough.

Ye Canghai looked at the incomparably sharp tip of the spear. Even though the tip of the spear was sharp and shiny, he still felt that this spear was embroidered.

Rust.

It was almost impossible to see.

Otherwise, why would his second brother Ye Chong, who treated him as a thorn in his side, agree that his son Ye Dongfeng deserved to be executed in order to apologize to Song Family of the Prominent Class? Otherwise, why would the leader of the Ye family, Ye Haishan, have such an attitude. Even though he had endured his arrogance, he was still unwilling to let his son out of the Ice Prison. He could only obediently live and suffer in this incomparably cold second floor of the Ice Prison?

His son, Ye Dongfeng, had committed a grave mistake by stealing a fifth grade Song Family pill and then kicking a Song Family Elder.

His son, Ye Dongfeng, had no ambition and his Martial Vein was cut off. He was just a cripple, so Ye Canghai had no intention of trying to explain himself.

But so what?

That was his son. Even if he committed a great sin and pierced a hole in the sky, he was still the son of the Iron Blood Martial Marquis, Ye Canghai.

How could he watch his son suffer inside the Ice Prison without doing anything?

Ye Canghai didn't want to.

If you insist, then ask his Ye Canghai.

He had asked about the metal spear in his hand.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Ye Canghai was sharpening the spear in his hand and the veins on his forehead were popping up. Holding the black iron spear in his hand, Ye Canghai was like an enraged tiger, ready to pounce at any time.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of knocking on the door rang out.

Ye Canghai raised his eyebrows. He had already said that no one was to disturb his sharpening of the spear. The only ones who had the guts to do so were their eldest daughter, Ye Nichang, and their manager, Hong Tao. However, Ye Canghai ignored him. He concentrated on sharpening the iron spear in his hands.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The door was knocked again.

Master, master!

Hong Tao knocked on the door with all his might and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Uncle Hong, didn't I tell you before that I need to be careful for a day. Feng'er was still suffering within the Ice Prison. Even if he had a Grade Three Life Pill, how could a cripple with a broken Martial Vein be able to endure the pain? Are you not going to listen to me? Ye Canghai grabbed the iron spear and said angrily.

Old master, old master, young master is different. Lord, quickly open the door. This old servant will explain in detail.

Hong Tao waved his hands excitedly.

Hearing that, Ye Canghai was stunned for a moment.

He suddenly opened the door and saw his steward, Hong Tao, looking at him with excitement.

Ye Canghai did not understand, but Hong Tao was extremely excited, and immediately revealed everything that had happened within the Ice Prison. When he heard that Ye Dongfeng had used his power to pressure people, and had let Hong Tao slap Li Chengquan, Ye Canghai was shocked.

When had his son had such guts?

You want three days? What was the east wind planning?

Ye Canghai held the spear in his hands and slowly exerted force with both of his hands.

"..."

That day, Ye Dongfeng closed his eyes and dozed off. He was sleeping soundly.

The cold energy that was everywhere in the second floor of the Ice Prison seemed to be unable to approach his body.

After an unknown period of time.

Ye Dongfeng opened his eyes. A bright light flashed in his eyes as if he could see through the endless cold mist.

In front of him, the slovenly Wu Tie'er appeared again, staring unblinkingly at Ye Dongfeng as if he was looking at a brand-new continent, full of strange colors. The thin piece of paper in Ye Dongfeng's hand let out a "hualala" sound under the cold air. When Ye Dongfeng glanced around, he knew that the piece of paper was recording his own life.

There's a result?

Ye Dongfeng asked.

Did you already know? Junior, how did you do that?

The slovenly Wu Tie'er stared at Ye Dongfeng for a while.

When he saw the calm expression on the latter's face, he was unable to remain calm for the moment.

To tell the truth, this was the first time Ye Yi Long felt such disbelief after living for so long.

He knew the young man in front of him. A day's time was more than enough for Ye Yulong to understand that Ye Canghai's son had no way to cultivate his martial arts. He was like a cripple. A few days ago, he was caught stealing a fifth grade Song Family pill on the spot and was viewed as a humiliation to the clan by everyone in the Ye Family.

Yet, it was this cripple who was supposed to be useless.

He actually knew this Grand Elder who had Ye Family. Furthermore, he possessed the methods to cure the world's three most highly toxic poisons, the Heaven's Trap Dragon's Poison?

More importantly, it was the detoxification method that Ye Dongfeng spoke of.

It was a pill formula that Ye Yi Long had never heard of. Although its grade was unknown, it could indeed cure the poison in his body. One had to know that even a Grade Five Heaven Transforming Pill was unable to achieve such a level of extreme poison. How did this pill recipe come about?

How could Ye Yulong not be shocked?

Unbelievable.

Of course I know. Right now, the Highest Elder is trusting me.

Ye Dongfeng smiled when he heard that.

In his past life, his reputation of being the strongest and he had achieved the ultimate realm of both pill and martial arts. No one could surpass him, so it was natural that a small Heaven Trapping Dragon Poison would be a piece of cake.

If I didn't investigate thoroughly, I'm afraid I would have thought that you were sent by some mortal enemy of this old one. However, this time, this old man has become your lover. However, brat, you are extremely daring and have caused a great disaster. Do you truly think that you can remain safe and sound?

That's why I'm asking you to borrow something. Ye Dongfeng said.

Ye Yi Long waved his hand and mocked. I know what you want to borrow? But what right do you have to be so arrogant as to stir this pool of stagnant water? You have to know, even if this old man is in charge, you won't be able to withstand it without strength.

At the end of the day, this was a world where strength was revered. The strong were respected, while the weak were slaves.

Are you trying to use your power to suppress him just like you did with that steward? But this old man will give you a word of advice. Without strength, everything is like the reflection of a flower in the moon. You can suppress it for the time being, but you can't suppress it for the rest of your life! Ye Yi Long took out his wine pot and drank a bit before speaking.

There's no need for you to worry about it.

Ye Dongfeng said lightly.

You brat …

Ye Yulong glared at him.

With such a large Ye Family, when had someone dared to speak to him in such a manner? Even if the patriarch of Ye Family, Ye Haishan, were to come before him, both of his faces would need to be trembling with fear. However, this little brat was unmoved, as if he did not put his status as a Highest Elder in his eyes.

Ye Dongfeng didn't mind.

After a while.

Good boy, your appetite. This old man will wait and see how you will ascend to the sky in the Hidden Dragon Institute.

Ye Yi Long laughed, he flicked his finger and a silver light fell on Ye Dongfeng's palm.

Soon after, the latter stood up and left without even looking at them.

You're just going to go out like this?

Ye Yi Long asked.

You're right, the strong are respected, the weak are slaves, strength is the way to go. With my Martial Veins severed, it is as if a cripple would want to steal a Grade Five Pellet. My strength is weak, so I can only use my power to suppress him and use my identity as a direct descendant of Ye Family to humiliate Li Chengquan.

Ye Dongfeng glanced at the Great Master and said.

In the end, this was all because of my power. If I had power, then I wouldn't have been imprisoned within this Ice Prison.

If I had the strength, then even if I wanted the grade five pellet for Song Family, the other party could only hand it over obediently. This world was, after all, a world that emphasized strength. Regardless of how rich you are, how powerful you are, how powerful you are, how wonderful it is to be above ten thousand people, and how wonderful it is to be in front of absolute strength.

Ye Dongfeng's voice carried a hint of reminiscence.

Brat, you still know.

Why aren't you kneeling down and begging me so that I can give you some pointers?

Ye Yi Long gave Ye Dongfeng a glare, showing an expression that he could teach him a thing or two. He tried his best to straighten his chest and put on the appearance of an otherworldly expert. He thought to himself, but just as he was about to speak, he was stunned.

Ye Dongfeng slowly walked to the center of the Ice Prison.

He opened his mouth wide.

Whew ~

Absorb!

The aura within the entire Ice Prison suddenly froze, and after that, the endless cold energy within the Ice Prison surged, as though it was fiercely stirred up by an iron rod. As Ye Dongfeng inhaled deeply, countless cold air rushed into his mouth like it was being sucked out of a fan. His stomach grew at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.

Accept!

Ye Dongfeng's expression was cold as he shouted.

And then...

A light appeared on Ye Dongfeng's body, followed by a second, then a third...

In just a moment, ten beams of light appeared.

Martial … Martial Veins?

Ye Zhan Long looked on helplessly as ten shining lines appeared on Ye Dongfeng's body. This great elder, who swept the world with a sword in his hand in the future, actually stuttered. And in the next second, Ye Yi Long rubbed his eyes a few times, as if he didn't want to believe everything that was happening in front of him.

Ye Dongfeng released his aura and the surrounding cold energy seemed to have been absorbed into his stomach.

A faint trace of blood aura emerged from the pores of his skin.

In a single breath, he achieved inner strength.

Ye Yi Long was stunned.

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