Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

Everyone was under the illusion that the person sitting on the podium wasn't an unknown young man but a world-renowned music maestro.

As the performance ended, Ye Qingfeng stood up and looked at Ouyang Liluo with eyes full of love.

"I'm truly sorry, although I promised you once, I hadn't promised myself, how could I really not love you!"

A single sentence was enough to express his heartfelt emotions.

The entire venue fell silent, everyone gazing at the tall and exceptionally handsome Ye Qingfeng.

The eyes of countless noble ladies shone with dazzled admiration.

Ouyang Liluo's beautiful eyes wavered intensely, her heart surged with emotion and feeling.

Ye Qingfeng walked off the stage, and without hesitation, she tightly embraced him.

"Never leave me again, no matter the circumstances!"

Tears of joy streamed from her eyes as she spoke, her voice slightly sobbing.

"In my name, I swear to the heavens, in this lifetime, I will never let you down!"

Ye Qingfeng hugged Ouyang Liluo tightly, his voice firm and powerful, carrying an unmatched aura.

Qiu Ying's delicate face turned pale, her lips trembling slightly, yet she couldn't utter even a bitter word.

Han Qingqiu's expression remained unchanged, but her jade-like hands beneath the table gently clenched.

For the first time in many years, she felt a tinge of "jealousy."

Wei Wuming's face turned ashen, yet he couldn't help but admire Ye Qingfeng's astounding performance in his heart.

"Brother, you've realized you're getting stronger and stronger!"

Ye Shan patted Ye Qingfeng on the shoulder, giving a thumbs-up.

Ye Miao also smiled slightly; Ye Qingfeng's move instantly shifted everyone's focus from Wei Wuming to the Ye Family's table, what could be better?

Ouyang Liluo's beautiful eyes almost glistened with tears, though she didn't care much, what girl wouldn't want her partner to excel?

Ye Qingfeng's performance overshadowed Wei Wuming, which was a great surprise for her.

Wei Wuming found a chance to sit next to Han Qingqiu to engage in conversation, and Han Qingqiu responded with casual small talk.

The gala fell silent for a long time, and suddenly, an exclamation rose from the crowd again.

A woman, a woman entered.

She appeared around thirty-four or thirty-five, in a purple cheongsam, her figure tall, her face gentle yet enchanting, and compared to ultimate beauties like Ouyang Liluo and Han Qingqiu, she was equally unmatched with even more charm.

Upon seeing her arrival, Wei Wuming immediately stood up, hurried to greet her with a slight bow, and respectfully said, "Mother!"

This time, Ye Qingfeng finally shifted his gaze over, curious about this Aunt Liu who was a rival in love twenty years ago.

"Jian Jiaojiao is here!"

Ye Miao whispered softly.

The newly arrived woman was Jian Jiaojiao, who was crowned the most beautiful woman in Yanjing twenty years ago, a title that had only been replaced by Han Qingqiu until now.

"Hm!"

Jian Jiaojiao nodded and smiled at Wei Wuming, very pleased with her son.

When she took the podium, she smiled slightly at Han Qingqiu, and even though Han Qingqiu was proud, she stood up and politely nodded.

She clearly understood the power and means this woman possessed.

Jian Jiaojiao's gaze fell on the Ye Family's table, and upon seeing Ye Qingfeng, her face instantly changed.

"Who are you?"

She pointed directly at Ye Qingfeng, her voice turning chillingly cold with anger.

Ye Miao's gaze paused, secretly thinking something was wrong.

He hadn't expected Jian Jiaojiao to be so perceptive, recognizing Ye Qingfeng immediately.

"Ye Qingfeng!"

Facing Jian Jiaojiao's eyes, which could instill dread in any young talent, Ye Qingfeng was calm and unruffled.

"As expected, you're the nephew of Ye Gang!"

Jian Jiaojiao gritted her words as if squeezing them through clenched teeth, filled with immense hatred and murderous intent.

Ye Gang and Liu Mei didn't have a son.

But, after Ye Yan disappeared and Qin Xin passed away, they treated Ye Qingfeng as their own.

Naturally, Jian Jiaojiao would transfer her anger onto Ye Qingfeng.

However, she glanced at Ye Miao beside her, and only then retracted her murderous intent, saying sternly, "Get out of here immediately, you are not welcome!"

"Oh?" Ye Qingfeng tilted his head and smiled, "Anywhere I want to come and go, I don't need your permission."

Jian Jiaojiao thought Ye Qingfeng was just playing word games with her and coldly said, "This gathering is only for outstanding young people from Yanjing and representatives of various families. You're merely the pampered nephew of Ye Gang, unqualified."

Her words were extremely sharp and heart-piercing, giving no face, while others looked on with glee.

The affair between Ye Gang and Jian Jiaojiao was well-known, and people knew how much she resented Ye Gang.

"Whether or not someone is qualified is not for you to decide. With your petty mind, no wonder you lost to my Aunt Liu back in the day!"

Ye Qingfeng showed no intention of backing down, instead smirking and mocking.

With that remark, Ye Miao's face changed dramatically, thinking this would not end well.

Initially maintaining her composure, Jian Jiaojiao's face suddenly twisted with rage, blatantly showing her murderous intent.

"Wuming, throw him out for me!"

As her words dropped, Wei Wuming stood up to obey. He wouldn't dare offend Ye Gang on his own, but with Jian Jiaojiao's order, he had no hesitation.

For subtle reasons, even the Ye Family had to give some leeway to Jian Jiaojiao, and merely throwing Ye Qingfeng out, not harming him, wouldn't cause much trouble even if Ye Gang found out.

Nobody expected things to escalate so dramatically; Wei Wuming hurriedly walked toward Ye Qingfeng, his hand already poised to strike.

"You want to try?"

Ye Lei and Ye Shan slammed the table and stood up, blocking Wei Wuming's path.

Their aura clashed, turning the previously pleasant gala into a tense standoff.

"Hmph!"

Jian Jiaojiao didn't care, letting out a cold snort, her figure already darting forward as she pressed a palm down toward Ye Shan and Ye Lei.

Ye Shan and Ye Lei's faces showed fear, immobilized in an instant, only able to stand still.

Jian Jiaojiao turned out to be a deeply hidden Junior War King master.

At that very moment, an arm suddenly intercepted, blocking Jian Jiaojiao's palm.

The spiritual power surged in all directions, causing many to retreat to the edges of the hall, fearing they would get involved.

Jian Jiaojiao retreated two steps, her gaze serious, and she said in a deep voice, "You are a fine Mad Scholar?"

Ye Qingfeng smiled slightly, still sitting comfortably on the chair, while in front of Ye Lei and Ye Shan stood a figure dressed in a scholar's robe. It was Ye Miao.

Everyone was shocked, Ye Miao had always been low-key in the Ye Family; most people only knew of Ye Yan and Ye Gang, unaware there was such a deeply hidden Ye Miao.

And "Mad Scholar" referred to Ye Miao.

Hearts filled with astonishment, Ye Miao was also a Junior War King, though not as strong as Ye Gang, but a Martial Arts strong person nonetheless.