Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

"A few days ago, I received news through special channels that the Six Heroes have been slain by Ye Jiujie alone!"

The entire venue fell into silence, many people were so shocked that they couldn't even think.

Wei Wuming and others took a deep breath, but the horror in their hearts was boiling over.

The Invincible War God Ye Jiujie, truly so formidable!

Han Qingqiu's beautiful eyes slightly widened; she had always been curious about this youthful boy, who was around their age, possibly even younger, yet had already reached the pinnacle of martial arts.

"Unfortunately, the Invincible War God Ye Jiujie, like a Divine Dragon, appears and disappears unpredictably, unbound by any restraints. If I could contact him, I wouldn't be so worried now!"

"This is why I've established the Yanjing Training Camp, hoping to cultivate many outstanding talents, so they can contribute when Huaxia needs them."

Many people admired Yan Wudao's righteousness, filled with respect.

After a long pause, his gaze suddenly shifted to Ye Qingfeng.

"Are you Ye Qingfeng?"

All eyes were focused on Ye Qingfeng, unaware of why Yan Wudao paid him special attention.

"Yes, what do you want?"

Ye Qingfeng sat calmly without moving, not even showing basic etiquette, making everyone's eyelids twitch slightly.

This was the first time they saw a youngster who dared to speak to Yan Wudao this way.

Yan Wudao didn't get angry, only smiled and said, "How arrogant, worthy of being Ye Yan's son!"

"Your Second Grandpa spoke to me, requesting special permission for you to enter the Yanjing Training Camp. Since you are Ye Yan's son, I'll grant this favor!"

"Three days later, report to the training camp without delay!"

His voice carried overwhelming authority, leaving no room for rebuttal.

Countless unselected elite family members looked at Ye Qingfeng with envy; such luck truly belonged only to high-ranking individuals.

Ye Miao was overjoyed; if Ye Qingfeng could enter, developing martial prowess was secondary, but what he could learn from Yan Wudao would be invaluable.

Ouyang Liluo was genuinely happy for Ye Qingfeng, as it was a rare opportunity to be personally taught by Huaxia's strong general Yan Wudao.

"That rascal sure is lucky!"

Han Qingqiu pouted, appearing disdainful but with a hint of a smile at the corner of her eyes.

Just as everyone was delighted for Ye Qingfeng, he smiled broadly and waved it off.

"You alone aren't qualified to teach me!"

"Wow!"

Ye Qingfeng's words triggered an uproar, with the crowd reacting like a tidal wave.

The middle-aged man on stage was none other than Huaxia's "Sword," the extraordinary martial artist Yan Wudao, who had nurtured the martial arts prodigy Yan Bufan.

If he intended to accept disciples, countless people would break their heads trying to join, yet here was Ye Qingfeng, a junior, claiming Yan Wudao wasn't qualified to teach him?

Ye Miao was greatly startled, quickly pulling Ye Qingfeng back.

"Xiao Feng, what are you saying, quickly apologize to General Yan?"

He was worried Ye Qingfeng's words would cost him his spot in the training camp.

"Apologize?" Ye Qingfeng shook his head lightly, "There are few in this world whom I need to apologize to, and Yan Wudao is certainly not one of them!"

Shocked gazes turned towards Ye Qingfeng, as Wei Wuming and Han Qingqiu looked bewildered and stunned.

Everyone thought Ye Qingfeng had gone completely mad.

"Ye Gang and that wretched woman's nephew, truly a useless fool!"

Jian Jiaojiao felt a twisted pleasure rising in her heart, looking from Wei Wuming to Ye Qingfeng, feeling that sensation grow even stronger.

Her son, ethereal and radiant, while Ye Qingfeng was an ignorant playboy, utterly incomparable.

"Ye Gang, your choices have always been wrong, regret where you stand!"

Jian Jiaojiao thought to herself.

Faced with Ye Qingfeng's arrogant attitude, Yan Wudao's smile subsided, his tone becoming slightly somber.

"Do you know what you're saying?"

Ye Qingfeng looked directly at Yan Wudao and said casually, "If you didn't hear clearly, I can repeat it!"

"You, Yan Wudao, are not qualified to teach me, nor are you qualified to make me apologize, is that clear enough?"

In shock, Ouyang Liluo hurriedly held onto Ye Qingfeng, but the words had already been spoken.

Yan Wudao's expression darkened completely, having never encountered such a disrespectful youngster in Huaxia, his patience now turning to anger.

"Why?"

Anger turning to laughter, he asked.

The more he looked at Ye Yan's son, the more he found him interesting, even more arrogant than Ye Yan.

"It's simple!" Ye Qingfeng pointed at Yan Wudao, then himself, "Because I am stronger than you."

"Is he crazy?"

Han Qingqiu's beautiful eyes widened, a sense of tension rising in her heart.

To offend General Yan's dignity was something she dared not even think of.

Yan Wudao found it very strange how Ye Qingfeng could speak in such mad tones.

Under everyone's gaze, Ye Qingfeng finally stood up, his tone indifferent.

"I originally wasn't interested in coming tonight, but my Brother Lei told me to come see the grand spectacle, so I came!"

"Unfortunately, there's nothing here I find grand!"

Ye Qingfeng shrugged, looking at Jian Jiaojiao.

"Earlier you wanted me gone, I didn't react much, only because I wanted to have my uncle exchange some martial insights with this old fellow."

"But now, I'm curious to see how you'll make me leave?"

While speaking, Ye Qingfeng pointed at Zhu Zhusword.

Countless people were shocked once more, not only did Ye Qingfeng dare to scorn Yan Wudao, but he also dared to call Zhu Zhusword an old fellow?

What audacity.

Wei Wuming exchanged bewildered glances with others, believing Ye Qingfeng had gone completely insane.

Only Qiu Ying observed Ye Qingfeng's arrogant and conceited stance, her heart suddenly realizing.

Ye Qingfeng, the Invincible War God's chosen, she knew very well that for him to be so arrogant, he must have the strength to back it up; unease grew in her heart, almost making her heart jump out.

Jiang Qianjue's eyes narrowed slightly; Ye Qingfeng's demeanor now was identical to the image on West Lake, where the youth had slain Long Yuntian.

Ye Qingfeng ignored Ye Miao's worried gaze, pointing a single finger at Zhu Zhusword, smiling charmingly.

"I cannot stand those who are arrogant in front of me. Earlier, you seemed to think highly of yourself, claiming one sword could defeat my uncle?"

He waggled his finger, speaking in a heavy tone, "I wonder if you can handle just one finger from me now?"

"What?"

Everyone's gaze gathered, their expressions akin to watching a fool, questioning whether Ye Qingfeng was truly foolish or had grown tired of living.

How formidable was Zhu Zhusword? Even the "Mad Scholar" Ye Miao couldn't withstand one sword; how could Ye Qingfeng, a mere playboy, challenge him?

Only Yan Wudao's gaze paused, as if realizing something.

In the next moment, Ye Qingfeng's finger was suddenly pointed outward, ordinary and unremarkable.

Zhu Zhusword's indifferent eyes suddenly widened, and fear mingled with horror in his gaze.