"Then I want your life!" Ye Jingyu stated coldly, his mind conjuring images of the Ye family's ruin, the familiar face of his portly father, and the hundreds of innocent house servants who called him 'Young Master'—all dead, and all because of the man before him...

No matter how sincere or earnest the offer, some hatreds simply could not be buried. A man, existing in this world, ought to live boldly and openly. To merely befriend an enemy for the sake of convenience or interest, forgetting deep-seated grievances—was that still him?

Even knowing the enemy's immense strength, knowing that a mere lift of his hand could crush him, Ye Jingyu held his ground, his voice unwavering.

Hearing the coldness in Ye Jingyu's words, Feng Yan’s expression instantly froze. "Brother Ye, what is the meaning of this? I have come with genuine sincerity, yet you treat me with such ingratitude..."

"Jingyu..." As Feng Yan's voice hardened, Qin Yuting's face filled with worry. She rushed to interject, but her words were cut off by Ye Jingyu...

"Senior Sister Yuting, you need not say anything more. This is my feud. If one day you must seek vengeance for your father, then come find me!" Ye Jingyu spoke coldly, the Tyrant Origin Power within him beginning to churn ceaselessly as he subtly summoned the azure ancient bell...

"Yuting, you also need not plead for him. Since he rejects our goodwill, there is no need for us to press a warm face against a cold rear end. You may leave!" Feng Yan scoffed coldly.

"You want me to leave?" Ye Jingyu was genuinely surprised by this turn. He had expected Feng Yan to strike immediately upon his refusal, not offer him a path to escape.

Did Feng Yan truly not grasp that Ye Jingyu would inevitably seek revenge later?

"I came today with the sincere intention of burying the hatchet. Since you cannot forgive me, I will not press the matter. However, I still hope that one day you might change your mind. Of course, if that day comes and you wish to take revenge, feel free to come at me anytime!" Feng Yan said calmly...

Ye Jingyu looked at Feng Yan, then at Qin Yuting, and finally cast a glance toward Fang Zhuguo. He took slow steps backward, and only after confirming that Feng Yan truly had no intention of killing him did he immediately turn and bolt...

Though deeply puzzled, he knew this was no place for him to linger.

Watching Ye Jingyu depart so easily, the constant tension in Qin Yuting’s heart finally eased. Though she resented him for her father's death, deep down, she truly did not wish any harm to befall Ye Jingyu...

As for Fang Zhuguo, he looked at Feng Yan with profound confusion, stating quietly, "You are truly letting him go just like that? You must know, he is no common fish in a small pond. If such a person cannot be made a friend, he will become the greatest trouble!"

"Heh heh, no matter. If he truly remains ungrateful, I will not allow him to leave the Ancient Splendor Continent alive!" A shadow of grimness flashed across Feng Yan’s usually amiable face. Qin Yuting witnessed it, and her heart gave a violent jolt—that expression was all too familiar; it was the one that frequently crossed her own father's features.

In that moment, she felt as if her father had truly returned to life...

"Heh heh, Uncle is indeed thoughtful and meticulous. This nephew spoke too much!" A faint smile touched Fang Zhuguo’s lips, though a flicker of surprise betrayed itself in his eyes.

Ye Jingyu sprinted out of the tavern and immediately accelerated, darting into a nearby alley. Within a few breaths, he had vanished into the crowd...

He repeatedly altered his appearance, changing his disguise eighteen times before feeling secure enough to confirm that no one was following him...

"Strange. Was he truly that generous? To just let me walk away?" Ye Jingyu wondered as he observed the flow of people on the street.

Yet, even if Feng Yan had allowed him to leave, Ye Jingyu had no intention of departing immediately. Having gone to the trouble of reaching the Ancient Splendor Continent, it would be a disservice to himself not to gather more intelligence about this place.

He slipped into a restaurant. This establishment wasn't one of those grand, modern hotels, but rather a retro establishment. In both its exterior design and internal structure, it bore no difference from the taverns on the Soul Fighting Continent. The only variation was that the servers were not young boys, but stunningly beautiful girls, and they were dressed rather seductively...

He casually took a seat by the window, ordered a few dishes, and silently watched the crowds, his mind wrestling with his next steps. While he had sworn a blood oath with Fang Zhuguo, that commitment was predicated on him successfully collaborating with Feng Yan. Now that he had fallen out with Feng Yan, there was no telling if that alliance would hold.

Without Fang Zhuguo’s cooperation, dealing with Fang Zhentian would become exponentially more difficult!

Even so, he harbored not a shred of regret. A man must repay every enmity and acknowledge every favor. Abandoning one deep-seated revenge just to secure another alliance was simply not his way.

"Sir, your dishes have arrived!" At that moment, a tall girl clad in a tightly-fitting qipao approached, presenting a platter of delicious food with extreme deference to Ye Jingyu.

"Oh, thank you," Ye Jingyu replied distractedly, his focus entirely elsewhere.

The young woman glanced at Ye Jingyu as she set the dishes down one by one, subtly moving her body closer to him...

When the last plate was placed, she noted that Ye Jingyu’s gaze remained fixed elsewhere. A flash of fierce intent crossed her beautiful eyes, and a stream of sapphire-blue light shot directly from her hand!

Almost simultaneously, from behind Ye Jingyu, to his left, his right, above his head, and even beneath his feet, several waves of intense killing intent erupted...

Each surge of murderous aura was incredibly potent, each presence terrifyingly formidable, and the weakest among them possessed at least the strength of a Martial God Triple Heaven.

This ambush was so sudden, and involved so many powerful assailants, that even a master at Martial God Five or Six Heavens might struggle to react instantly. Yet, Ye Jingyu’s slightly stunned expression cracked into a slow, mocking smile...

Feng Yan, you finally couldn't resist making your move...

(Brothers, I’m posting these two chapters first. I will be writing continuously today, with more updates coming later. Keep the support coming! Gold bricks, votes, clicks, collections—send them all! The more the data, the greater the motivation!)