Chapter Thirty-Three Interrogation (First Part)

  His face twitched slightly, and the old man's expression turned gloomy. After a moment of silence, he suddenly shouted again: "One hundred and fifty million gold coins!"

  A deafening roar erupted, causing everyone's eardrums in the great hall to ache and their heads to spin.

  Ye Chen's mouth corners twitched slightly, and in the depths of his pupils, a hint of a cold smile flashed by, as he said lightly: "Deal!"

  At the old man's shout, the scene suddenly erupted into a frenzy, with cries of surprise ringing in their ears. Spending 15 million gold coins on a single sword was clearly a huge loss.

  Ignoring the various gazes with different emotions around him, the old man took a deep breath. The Huliu sword always gave him a mysterious feeling, and he felt that the Huliu sword was not simple. One hundred and fifty thousand gold coins might be an astronomical price for other families, but for the merchant family of Liu, it was nothing.

  Originally, Ye Chen had planned to sell one million gold coins as the limit, but unexpectedly, the Liu family was indeed wealthy and generous, with a profound meaning in the dark ring on his right hand.

  If sword-making was so profitable, Ye Chen wouldn't mind letting Huo Qilin refine a few more swords.

  "Kid, as long as you can get your hands on a sword of the Air Wu level, I don't mind helping you refine it! Ordinary swords would have melted from just touching the Vermilion Bird's flames!" The little thoughts in Ye Chen's mind couldn't escape Huo Qilin's eyes, and a rather playful voice immediately echoed above Ye Chen's head.

  A moment of speechlessness, the air martial swordsmen were rare goods to Ye Chen. Where did he go to get so many swordsmen? Unless those strong air martial artists were all brain-damaged and killed each other.

  The hope of getting rich by selling the sword also fell through, and Ye Chen smiled slightly, his mouth curling up: "I wonder how Master will trade!"

  Hundreds of millions of gold coins, if piled up, would probably form a mountain!

  The old man smiled slightly and slowly reached into his sleeve with his right hand, and a gold-rimmed card suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand.

  Ye Chen was slightly stunned, but immediately understood that this world also had bank cards with the same function as in his previous life, only with a different name. The old man's right hand lightly flicked forward, and the card floated into Ye Chen's hand like a falling dry leaf. Glancing at the numbers on the card, Ye Chen nodded slightly.

  The card carefully put the income into his bosom, with a hint of reluctance in his eyes, he glanced at the sword in his hand, and then with a flick of his right wrist, the willow sword shot out towards the old man.

  Suddenly a burst of breaking wind sounded throughout the entire hall, a black shadow passed over countless people, and that willow sword directly fell into the hands of that black shadow.

  The old man suddenly let out a loud roar, his right foot stomped the ground, and his figure burst out in an instant. His fists condensed true energy at high speed, accompanied by an endless terrifying aura, colliding with that black shadow. Two dull hums echoed through the air as both the old man and the black shadow retreated several steps back. Ye Chen glanced at the black shadow, a hint of mockery flashing across his lips.

  That black shadow also gradually appeared in everyone's line of sight, and a burst of surprised gasps also rang out.

  Ye Chen's mouth slightly curled up, and he nodded towards the figure that suddenly appeared: "Eh, Great Elder, how did you end up here!"

  Everyone in the room stared at the suddenly appearing Ye family's great elder with strange eyes, and the old face of the Ye family's great elder was gloomy and terrifying.

  With a cold snort, the great elder of the Ye family gazed at Ye Chen with an icy stare and said in a deep voice: "Ye Chen, you actually took out the Qi Wu Sword to sell it. Did you get the approval of the Ye family?" A single Qi Wu Sword not only allows a martial artist to gain a bit more power, but also increases the overall strength of the Ye family.

  A commotion erupted at the entrance of the hall, and several figures rushed towards Ye Jia's eldest elder. Ye Chen glanced at the few incoming figures, chuckled, and smiled at the several elders, saying: "What day is it today? All of you elders have come to Liu's Sword Pavilion, are you also here for the Liu family's sword?"

  Ye Chen's words were undoubtedly a deliberate inquiry, ignoring the gloomy face of the elderly patriarch of the Ye family, his gaze constantly sweeping back and forth across the faces of several elders.

  Immediately, a helpless look on his face, Zhou's expression was equally gloomy as he looked at the old man of the Liu family, who said with great helplessness: "Master, openly snatching sword equipment in the Liu family's Sword Equipment Pavilion, does this count as provoking the Liu family's Sword Equipment Pavilion? Master, I don't know what kind of choice you will make!"

  The old man of the Liu family looked at Ye Chen helplessly, this kid was indeed eloquent, and immediately his face changed, he bowed to the eldest elder of the Ye family and said: "Ye Lin, this is the sword that your junior sold to my Liu family's Sword Pavilion. Now that the Rongliu sword has become mine, please return it!"

  Although Mr. Liu's tone of voice seemed extremely calm, the onlookers could feel the anger beneath his calm demeanor.

  Ye Lin, who was once the eldest of the Ye family, would not have been questioned like this in the past. Considering the Liu family behind him, Ye Lin also suppressed his anger and said calmly: "This is a matter for my Ye family's children, do we elders not even have the right to make choices for them? Liu Qing, this sword will not be sold by my Ye family!"

  "Not for sale!" With Ye Lin's single word of "not for sale", the atmosphere in the entire room immediately became tense.

  Ye Chen gazed at Ye Lin with profound meaning, a cold smile spreading from the corner of his mouth. He remembered everything the elder had done to Lan's aunt that day.

  "When can the great elder take charge for me!" Ye Chen said with relish, ignoring Ye Lin's murderous gaze.

  "Shut up, you insolent child!" Ye Lin's face sank, and he suddenly bellowed, his hand grasping the hilt of his sword swinging out in a powerful motion that brought with it a strong gust of wind pressure that swept towards Ye Chen. At this moment, Ye Chen was actually dismantling his platform, and in Ye Lin's eyes, the useless Ye Chen was being incredibly presumptuous.

  The wind blew up the hair on Ye Chen's forehead, revealing a pair of jet-black eyes. The cold palm wind made Ye Chen feel a wave of pain, but he simply waved his hand forward, dispersing the cold air. He glanced at Ye Lin with a hint of indifference, and then his eyes turned abnormally icy. His right hand, which had been open, suddenly clenched into a fist, accompanied by a series of explosive sounds. Ye Chen took a slow step forward, his long arm shaking as he pointed at Ye Lin: "You insolent child, what qualifications do you have to address me in such a manner?"

  "Is the Huo family's sword really mine? Can't our clan rules state that a child's belongings are also the family's?"

  "Great Elder, you attacked me without reason and hurt me. Where did you put the compassion that a martial artist should have?"

  "You've already sold the willow sword to the Liu family's Sword Pavilion, Elder. Isn't this move of yours a robbery? Where does this put the reputation of my Ye family?"

  "And another thing, Elder, who are you to me and what qualifications do you have to make decisions on my behalf?"

  Her eyes were fixed intently, Ye Chen's footsteps moved steadily, neither fast nor slow, as she approached Ye Lin. With each step, a thunderous shout burst forth from her mouth.

  At this moment, Ye Chen's aura was such that the people around him gasped in unison, and even Ye Lin and the old man of the Liu family were stunned, their eyes fixed on him.

  A nonchalant shrug of the shoulders, Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, but a chill emanated from him, gradually spreading. His gaze fell outside the great hall, and he slowly walked towards the entrance, his footsteps echoing loudly in the midst of the stunned onlookers.

  Ye Lin's face turned red with rage as he stared at Ye Chen's gradually disappearing figure, and then let out a cold snort, saying in a gloomy tone: "Ye Chen, stop right there!"

  A flush of anger surged onto Ye Lin's face as he was publicly rebuked by Ye Chen, leaving his dignity in tatters.

  His figure paused, Ye Chen smiled faintly with his back to Ye Lin, then leaped forward like a rainbow, gradually disappearing from everyone's line of sight.

  Utter disregard, this was not only disregard for the authority of the eldest elder of the Ye family, but also disregard for Ye Lin himself. The elderly body couldn't help but tremble with rage, and several familiar Ye family elders around him clearly knew that Ye Lin was now in a state of fury, which could erupt at any moment.

  "Why should the great elder get angry, I heard that Ye Chen, this waste, made a bet with Ye Hao. If his bloodline doesn't awaken in three months, he'll enter the Discipline Hall. At that time, it would be easy for the great elder to kill him!" A man with an extremely despicable appearance whispered into Ye Lin's ear.

  The one in charge of the Disciplinary Hall is Ye Lin. Thinking of this, Ye Lin couldn't help but reveal a cold smile. This little brat actually dared to scold him today, three months later he will definitely make him wish he were dead.