Impersonating the Young Master!
To deal with Ye Xuan, they needed a justifiable reason.
Claiming he was impersonating the Young Master was an excellent pretext. After all, the Green Shirt Sword Master had never publicly acknowledged Ye Xuan within the Yang Clan, so they could easily deny his identity.
Once Ye Xuan was killed, they could pin the blame on someone else and be done with it.
Of course, some in the hall were still uneasy. Killing the Young Master wasn’t like killing some nobody.
An old man stepped forward and said gravely, “Lord Si, we don’t know the Sword Master’s stance on the Young Master…”
At this, the crowd’s expressions grew solemn.
What was Ye Xuan’s place in the Green Shirt Sword Master’s heart? If he held significant weight, wouldn’t they be doomed?
Si Junzhe said calmly, “We’ve investigated. Ye Xuan is just a bastard son. The Sword Master is a free spirit—having hundreds or thousands of children wouldn’t be surprising, would it?”
The crowd: “…”
Si Junzhe continued, “Think about it. If Ye Xuan truly mattered to the Sword Master, would he have ignored him for years, left him to fend for himself, and never mentioned him in the Yang Clan?”
The crowd fell silent. Si Junzhe’s words made sense. The Sword Master had indeed never spoken of Ye Xuan within the clan.
Seeing their expressions, Si Junzhe pressed on, “If you’re worried, that’s fine. When he arrives, go kneel at the city gate and beg for mercy. Problem solved, right?”
He sneered.
The crowd’s faces darkened.
Kneel at the city gate and beg? They’d never do that!
Si Junzhe added, “You saw what happened to the Great Heaven Realm Lord. Once Ye Xuan took over, he claimed the realm for himself and even plans to build some academy… Are you willing to give up your power?”
An old man suddenly snarled, “This man pretends to be our Yang Clan’s Young Master. He deserves death!”
“Death!”
The hall echoed with agreement.
Submitting to Ye Xuan meant surrendering their power—something they’d never accept.
Seeing the crowd’s support, Si Junzhe nodded, a smile in his eyes. “Though he’s truly the Sword Master’s son, the Sword Master rarely appears in the clan. Besides, who doesn’t know the next clan leader is the Eldest Miss? If we kill Ye Xuan, even if the higher-ups blame us, the Eldest Miss will protect us!”
The Eldest Miss!
Hearing this, the crowd’s tension eased.
With the Eldest Miss backing them, their pressure lightened significantly. Yang Nianxue’s influence in the clan was immense, being Mother Su’s biological daughter!
Si Junzhe looked outside, his expression cold. “Just a bastard son. Why fear him?”
The crowd nodded in agreement.
In a corner, a middle-aged man quietly slipped away.
This man, a realm lord named Qiu Ji, grew alarmed as he left.
This wasn’t as simple as it seemed!
A bastard son? Even so, they couldn’t just kill him!
From his investigations, Ye Xuan possessed the Mad Demon Bloodline, awakened from the Sword Master—something even the Eldest Miss hadn’t achieved!
Qiu Ji glanced around, opened his palm, and a transmission talisman turned into a streak of fire, vanishing.
This wasn’t right; he had to inform the higher-ups.
Killing the Young Master was tantamount to rebellion!
If they had the strength, rebellion might be feasible, but a mere Middle World, less than ants before the Yang Clan, daring to rebel?
It was like a village declaring revolt—suicide!
Qiu Ji looked toward the distant starry depths, his eyes full of worry.
…
After leaving the hall, Si Junzhe arrived before a bamboo hut.
He bowed slightly, “Realm God!”
A voice came from within, “He’s almost here?”
Si Junzhe nodded, “Half an hour at most!”
The Realm God fell silent.
Si Junzhe hesitated to speak.
He, too, was uneasy. This was the Young Master, even if a bastard son—not someone they could kill lightly!
The Realm God suddenly asked, “Worried?”
Si Junzhe nodded.
The Realm God said calmly, “Kill him and say someone else did it. Done.”
Si Junzhe was silent.
Damn it!
Did they think the Yang Clan’s higher-ups were that easy to fool?
His biggest fear was that after killing Ye Xuan, the Realm God would pin all the blame on him, leaving him to take the fall.
Sensing his concern, the Realm God said, “Relax. Without orders from above, would I dare kill Ye Xuan?”
Orders from above!
Si Junzhe’s expression shifted. “Above? The Eldest Miss?”
The Realm God paused, then said, “Of course!”
Si Junzhe relaxed, “If it’s the Eldest Miss’s will, then it’s manageable!”
The Realm God said, “Go!”
Si Junzhe bowed, “Yes, sir!”
He left.
Inside the hut, a middle-aged man stood—the Middle World Realm God.
As he rose, a shadowy figure appeared before him. Seeing it, he bowed, “High Lord!”
The figure’s face was expressionless. “The higher-ups’ intent is clear: don’t let that man live!”
The Realm God paused, then said, “High Lord, he’s still the Young Master. Will killing him really be fine?”
He wasn’t a fool and had his reservations.
But he was also gambling, aiming to climb higher by pleasing the big shots above.
The High Lord said lightly, “What are you worried about?”
The Realm God was silent.
What am I worried about? Don’t you know?
The High Lord chuckled, “Afraid we’ll sacrifice you to take the blame?”
The Realm God didn’t respond.
The High Lord continued, “Rest assured, it’s the Eldest Miss who wants him dead. With her backing, what’s there to fear?”
The Eldest Miss!
The Realm God’s tension eased.
If it was her will, he had no fear. She’d take the heat. Without her, he wouldn’t dare touch Ye Xuan. Killing him was easy, but what came after?
He was the Young Master, after all!
Someone had to bear the consequences, and he feared being the scapegoat.
The High Lord added, “Kill him, and you can leave the Middle World to join the Mysterious Pavilion.”
Mysterious Pavilion!
The Realm God’s pupils shrank, his body trembling.
The Mysterious Pavilion was a place he’d dreamed of entering, but it was no easy feat. Only by entering could one barely touch the true Yang Clan. They were just the periphery now!
Kill Ye Xuan, and he’d get there.
The High Lord said, “This is your only chance. Handle it!”
His form faded.
The Realm God bowed, “Farewell, High Lord!”
After the High Lord vanished, the Realm God turned and left.
He’d made his decision.
…
In an unknown starry expanse, an old man appeared—the High Lord.
He looked into the starry depths and bowed, “Master Yuan!”
A voice came from the depths, “Have you relayed the orders?”
The High Lord nodded, “Yes!”
He hesitated.
Master Yuan said lightly, “Worried?”
The High Lord nodded, “Yes, Master Yuan. He’s the Young Master. Will killing him cause issues?”
Master Yuan paused, then chuckled, “Issues? What issues? You know this is the Eldest Miss’s will!”
The Eldest Miss!
The High Lord was stunned, then elated. “Master Yuan, truly her will?”
Master Yuan said calmly, “Of course. You think I’d deceive you? Without her orders, would I dare tell you to kill him?”
The High Lord nodded eagerly, “Yes, yes! I figured it was her!”
Master Yuan nodded, “It’s her will. She’s long been displeased with him. So, act boldly, no burdens!”
The High Lord bowed, “Understood!”
Master Yuan said, “Ensure it’s clean, no loose ends! If needed, act yourself!”
The High Lord nodded, “I understand!”
Master Yuan said, “I wish you success!”
He vanished.
The High Lord paused, then left.
…
Atop an unknown mountain peak, a woman stood quietly.
It was Yang Nianxue!
Her aura was as vast as the starry sky, clearly beyond the Upper God Realm.
Behind her stood an old man in a black robe, holding a sword.
After a long while, Yang Nianxue opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and smiled, “Breakthrough!”
The old man bowed respectfully, “Congratulations, Miss!”
Yang Nianxue stretched lazily, then smiled, “Wonder how my little brother’s doing!”
The old man said, “The Young Master should be doing well!”
Yang Nianxue nodded, “My brother’s a bit flashy, but his talent is top-notch.”
She turned to the old man, “Uncle Lu, check on him for me. See how he’s doing. Help if needed. He’s my only brother, and with Dad neglecting him, I, as his sister, need to look out for him, lest someone beats him to death!”
Ye Xuan: “…”
