After returning home.
Ye Xiaofan thought the entire night.
After the events of the day, he was uncertain whether he should tell Ye Wuyuan about the Martial Soul.
If the clan leader grandfather knew that he had broken through to the third layer of Profound Spirit, maybe his attitude would change?
Once he proved he wasn't useless, things like what happened during the day wouldn't occur again.
After all, he was still a part of the Ye Race.
But his Martial Soul was simply too shocking.
Even at the age of seven, Ye Xiaofan understood the saying 'an innocent man gets into trouble because of his wealth'.
Exposing his talent would inevitably bring disaster, and he was uncertain about his decision.
After a night of tossing and turning.
Ye Xiaofan finally decided not to fully reveal everything for the time being. Until he became truly powerful, the more terrifying his talent, the easier it would bring trouble.
But showing a part of his talent was harmless; at least that way he could gain Ye Wuyuan's approval and obtain the Ye Race's cultivation resources.
More importantly, he could somewhat avoid certain troubles.
However, Ye Xiaofan didn't know that even greater trouble had already quietly found him.
At this moment.
Deep within Ye Village, inside Ye Xiaotian's residence.
"Speak, what do you want me to do? Give him a good lesson?"
After listening to his younger brother Ye Xiaojiang's words, Ye Xiaotian remained indifferent.
Ye Xiaojiang clenched his teeth in anger, filled with rage. That useless person dared to hit him publicly, and even got angry with him in public; this hatred, he was determined to repay double:
"If it's just a lesson, that would be too easy on him. I said, I won't let him have a good time. I want him to suffer a fate worse than death, brother, you have to help me, otherwise, I can't swallow this anger!"
"Really?"
Ye Xiaotian heard this, looked at Ye Xiaojiang, and sneered, then a curve appeared at the corner of his mouth as he said, "Making someone suffer a fate worse than death, isn't that easy?"
"Brother, you have a way?" Ye Xiaojiang immediately perked up.
Ye Xiaotian was relaxed and confident as he said, "What's the best way to make someone's life a fate worse than death?"
"Break their limbs?" Ye Xiaojiang guessed thoughtfully.
"No!" Ye Xiaotian shook his head slightly, a sinister look on his face as he said, "It's to destroy their spiritual support, or rather, their belief!"
"Spiritual support? Belief?" Ye Xiaojiang looked bewildered.
Seeing his brother wasn't enlightened, Ye Xiaotian immediately reminded him, "I ask you, what does Ye Xiaofan care about most?"
"Care about most?" Ye Xiaojiang pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Brother, do you mean... the Red Maple Tree his father left him?"
Ye Xiaotian laughed darkly, "That is the only longing Ye Tiannan left him, and he regards it as life-supporting. If anything happens to that tree, do you think he might go crazy?"
Ye Xiaojiang was first shocked, then suddenly realized, "You mean, destroy that Red Maple Tree?"
Ye Xiaotian's eyes grew fierce, "His father watched on without saving, which led to our father's tragic death. Now, we shall repay him tenfold."
The brothers glanced at each other, both inadvertently showing sinister and evil smiles.
Another sleepless night.
The next morning.
Ye Xiaofan made up his mind, tidied his clothes, and opened his door, prepared to confess part of his talent to Ye Wuyuan.
However, the scene in the courtyard made him seething with rage.
"Ye Xiaojiang, what are you doing?!"
Ye Xiaofan, seeing Ye Xiaojiang and a few others sneaking into the courtyard, was furious.
At that moment, Ye Xiaojiang had gathered more companions, standing in Ye Xiaofan's courtyard.
And in his hand, he had already uprooted the Red Maple Tree his father planted for him.
Ye Xiaojiang held the tree in one hand and a short knife in the other, ready to chop down.
Looking at the angry Ye Xiaofan, Ye Xiaojiang sneered coldly, "Hum, Ye Xiaofan, I said, I won't let you have it easy!"
Finishing his words, Ye Xiaojiang raised the knife, ready to cut it down.
At the critical moment.
"Ye Xiaojiang, how dare you!"
Ye Xiaofan saw this, his eyes bloodshot, shouting loudly.
That was the only longing his father left him, treated as life-support.
Ye Xiaojiang's waving knife stopped abruptly in mid-air. He looked at the totally emotionally uncontrolled Ye Xiaofan, unexpectedly somewhat stunned.
Just then, an extremely disdainful voice rang out.
"He doesn't dare, but do you think I don't dare?"
A proud looking youngster emerged from the crowd, took the knife from Ye Xiaojiang's hand, sneered disdainfully, gazing arrogantly at Ye Xiaofan, who was on the verge of eruption.
"Ye Xiaotian!"
Seeing Ye Xiaotian, Ye Xiaofan instantly understood what was happening; it was evident that Ye Xiaotian was backing Ye Xiaojiang.
Without giving Ye Xiaofan a chance to intervene, Ye Xiaotian's face grew cold, immediately swung the short knife in his hand, mercilessly chopping at the Red Maple Tree Ye Xiaofan's father left him.
"No—!"
Seeing Ye Xiaotian swing down the knife, Ye Xiaofan was heartbroken, frantically lunging at Ye Xiaotian, wanting to stop everything.
However, unfortunately, a distance separated him from Ye Xiaotian, and before he could move in, Ye Xiaotian had already swung the knife.
The fiery-red Red Maple Tree split in two, falling heavily.
As the Red Maple Tree hit the ground, Ye Xiaofan's figure halted mid-air, as if a string snapped within him.
Ye Xiaojiang and the others looked at the bleeding-eye, grief-stricken Ye Xiaofan, all showing smug cold smiles without realizing they had touched one of Ye Xiaofan's few reverse scales.
Ye Xiaofan looked at the destroyed small tree, blood boiling, clenched fists tightly, as pain in his eyes gradually turned to anger. He glared fiercely at Ye Xiaotian, murder intent slowly rising in his eyes.
That was the only longing his father left him.
"I'm going to fight you!" Ye Xiaofan lost his mind on the spot, roared, his entire body surging with spiritual power, suddenly charging at Ye Xiaotian.
Ye Xiaofan's speed was extremely fast, under the boost of the third layer of Profound Spirit cultivation, so fast that even Ye Xiaotian was caught off guard.
"Spiritual Power?"
At Ye Xiaofan's outbreak, Ye Xiaotian was also shocked, having just broken through the first layer of Profound Spirit, his sensitivity to spiritual power was sharp. Seeing the spiritual power fluctuating on Ye Xiaofan, vastly surpassing his current self, he was incredulous.
Ye Xiaojiang and the others also had their expressions change drastically, all feeling a formless pressure.
Initially wishing to evade, Ye Xiaotian found it impossible due to the difference in speed; there wasn't enough time.
Helplessly, Ye Xiaotian could only muster all his spiritual power, being forced into defense, and punched toward Ye Xiaofan.
Boom—!
Two spiritual powers erupted violently, under everyone's shocked gaze, Ye Xiaotian flew backward instantaneously, like a leaf in the wind, a canoe on the waves, hitting a distant stone pillar with a cry of agony.
"I'll kill you!"
At that moment, Ye Xiaofan was irrational, his obsession with his father was too deep, immediately rushed toward the yet-to-land Ye Xiaotian.
Watching Ye Xiaofan's punching attack, Ye Xiaotian was astonished beyond words, utterly stunned, and the earlier strike had almost depleted his spiritual power entirely; he was incapable of retaliating.
But at the critical moment.
"Stop!"
A voice, roaring with anger, shook the heavens.
Ye Wuyuan and others hurried over, the former arriving in a blink, swung a massive hand, enveloping Ye Xiaotian in immense power before slapping toward Ye Xiaofan.
With only the third layer of Profound Spirit cultivation, Ye Xiaofan immediately flew backward, his small body hitting the eaves, tiles flying apart, subsequently falling to the ground, spraying a mouthful of blood.