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The entire territory of the Hehuan Sect trembled violently, as if under the assault of a powerful enemy.

All the disciples rushed out to see what was happening, only to discover that the source of the disturbance came from the grand elder brother Ji Liantan's quarters.

Ah! Well, that was nothing new. After all, the grand elder brother's outbursts weren't exactly rare, and his juniors had long since developed a tacit understanding of how to handle them.

"Judging by the unprecedented scale of this commotion, he must be absolutely furious. Let’s all hide underground for now," the second elder brother commanded.

The disciples scattered in an instant—all except the ninth brother, who gleefully dashed toward the epicenter.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived where Ji Liantan and Shen Ying were, calling out with undisguised schadenfreude, "Elder Brother, are you alright? Did you suffer a qi deviation during cultivation?"

Ji Liantan turned and shot him a glance.

In the past, the ninth brother, being the youngest and most talented, had enjoyed the favor of the sect elders and even the sect master’s attention. This made him bolder in front of Ji Liantan than the other disciples.

Usually, Ji Liantan would only discipline him lightly, so the ninth brother had never truly feared him.

But this time, the elder brother’s gaze was so icy and terrifying that the ninth brother didn’t even dare shrink behind the elder sister.

Silently, he tucked his tail between his legs and retreated, while Ji Liantan paid him no further mind.

Instead, Ji Liantan fixed his glare on Shen Ying. "Are you joking with me?"

Shen Ying glanced at the drop of Demon Ancestor’s True Blood in her hand, her expression making it clear:

Do you really think something like this could be obtained through mere jokes?

Ji Liantan’s vision darkened, blood rushing to his head. Without hesitation, he flicked his sleeve—a movement that carried a killing intent as sharp as the edge of a divine blade.

He turned and flew toward the exit, only for Shen Ying to grab his arm.

"Elder Brother, what are you doing?"

Ji Liantan replied coldly, "Killing him."

Shen Ying quickly interjected, "How is that possible? The sect master isn’t dead yet. The moment you two clash, he’ll intervene and stop you."

"Besides, I don’t understand your reaction. Wasn’t the True Blood what you wanted? Wasn’t this the mission you assigned me?"

"Why, after I went through so much trouble to retrieve it, won’t you even look at it? What exactly do you want, Elder Brother?"

Ji Liantan’s eyes reddened—whether from fury or humiliation, it was unclear. He glared at Shen Ying and spat out, "I regret it, alright?"

He truly regretted it. Never had he imagined that before he could even sort out his thoughts, something irreversible would happen.

Right now, all he wanted was to erase Ye Qingchen from existence.

If only that man had never been born.

Shen Ying, however, merely shrugged. "Even if you say that, Elder Brother, there’s no turning back now."

Ji Liantan’s voice turned frigid. "True. This will be a lesson I’ll remember for life. But first, I need to resolve the problem."

Shaking off Shen Ying’s grip, he vanished in an instant.

Seeing this, Shen Ying didn’t bother pursuing him. Instead, she leisurely sat down and poured herself a cup of tea.

Meanwhile, Ji Liantan had already appeared before Ye Qingchen.

At that moment, Ye Qingchen was reading a book. The moment Ji Liantan saw him, he prepared to strike.

But Ye Qingchen spoke first, "Save your energy. Your emotional outburst just now shook the entire Hehuan Sect. Do you really think we could fight for more than a few seconds before being stopped?"

Ji Liantan sneered. "Long enough to kill you."

Ye Qingchen scoffed. "That’s quite the boast."

"You may wish for my death, but know this—I, too, would love to tear you apart."

His gaze burned with undisguised jealousy and malice. "As far as I’m concerned, you’re the one who dared lay hands on my beloved Shen Ying."

Ji Liantan felt no satisfaction at the sight of Ye Qingchen’s resentment. Instead, it only deepened his resolve.

Suppressing his impulse, he said coldly, "Fine. If that old man interferes, it’ll only ruin the mood. What do you propose?"

Ye Qingchen replied, "Since today isn’t convenient, let’s set a date when it is."

Ji Liantan nodded. "Seven days from now, the old man will be away on business. We’ll find a place and settle this once and for all."

Ye Qingchen smirked. "Suits me perfectly."

No sooner had they made their agreement than the Demon Ancestor arrived.

Relieved to see his two sons not at each other’s throats, he began mediating. "I heard there was some commotion earlier. Did your cultivation hit a snag?"

Ji Liantan couldn’t be bothered to humor him. With a cold laugh, he said, "Someone was kind enough to ‘sacrifice’ that drop of True Blood. Naturally, I had to come and express my gratitude—lest I be accused of poor manners."

The Demon Ancestor waved it off. "You’re brothers. No need for such formalities."

Both Ji Liantan and Ye Qingchen nearly retched at the words. Losing patience, Ji Liantan flicked his sleeve and left.

The Demon Ancestor was well aware of the turmoil in Ji Liantan’s heart. But what else could he do besides feign ignorance and play peacemaker?

Once the two were separated, he offered Ye Qingchen a few words of advice before departing.

Back in his chambers, the Demon Ancestor’s expression darkened, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, Shen Ying had returned to her room and was taking stock of her belongings.

Having spent some time in this world, she had amassed quite a fortune.

Between the treasures Ji Liantan had lavished upon her and the priceless gifts from her two masters, she had more than enough to ensure her survival—even if the duel between the two men went awry.

But would the game allow her to escape a fatal scenario so easily? Of course not.

So Shen Ying had to prepare in advance.

Just then, Ji Liantan walked in. Seeing the array of items on her table, his emotions grew complicated.

Shen Ying, however, remained unperturbed. "Elder Brother, you’re back?"

"I didn’t hear any fighting. Did you two agree on a more convenient time?"

Ji Liantan was taken aback. "You already knew?"

Shen Ying shrugged. "Was it so hard to guess? There was no way you’d fight today with the sect master around. Of course you’d pick a time when he wouldn’t interfere."

In truth, she was the one who had suggested the idea to Ye Qingchen.

Did she really think Ji Liantan wouldn’t go after him? And with Ye Qingchen’s temperament, getting him to play along was child’s play.

Seeing her indifferent attitude, Ji Liantan grew displeased. He sat beside her, nestled into her embrace, and rested his head on her lap.

"Who do you want to win?" he asked.

Shen Ying countered, "Do you mean who wins—or who survives?"

Ji Liantan replied flatly, "Is there a difference? This duel will end with only one of us left standing."

Shen Ying sighed. "Then I hope you both lose miserably."

Ji Liantan sat up abruptly, his mood souring further. "Are you reluctant to let him die?"

Shen Ying thought to herself—of course she was! She hadn’t even gotten her hands on him yet. How could she let him perish now?

But if she wanted to keep enjoying Ji Liantan’s favors for the next few days, honesty wasn’t an option.

So she soothed him, "I just don’t want you burdened with the guilt of fratricide."

Before Ji Liantan could argue, she added, "I spoke at length with the Ye Peak Master back at the Xuanji Sect."

"She misses you dearly. And haven’t you longed to see her all these years?" Latest content published on novel⁂fire.net

"If she emerges from seclusion only to witness kin slaughtering kin, how would she feel?"

Ji Liantan flared up instantly: "That was her own choice."

He sneered, "Would she miss me? She already has a son who fulfills her every expectation—that’s more than enough."

"No need to bring it up again, Junior Sister. Ye Qingchen’s death is inevitable."