Chapter 59: The Dogs of the Heavenly Sword Sect-Fantasia: A paixão do passado roubou o casamento? Eu concordo, então por que você está arrependida!(Brilhante)

"Let go! Let go right now!"

Dugu Yan gritted his teeth in agony, repeatedly screaming at Ye Fan to release his grip.

"Hmph, I distinctly remember that it was you who gave the order to kill my brother just a moment ago."

"This matter isn't going to be resolved so easily."

"How about this? If you want me to let go, you can obediently shout three times at the top of your lungs that you are nothing more than a dog of the Heavenly Sword Sect."

"Not many, just three times. Once you finish shouting, I will release you. I, Ye Fan, never go back on my word."

"However, if you refuse to shout, I can't guarantee whether this hand of yours will remain intact."

Ye Fan looked down condescendingly at Dugu Yan, who was kneeling before him. The unquestionable tone in his voice drove Dugu Yan to fury and embarrassment.

He was, after all, the dignified Young Sect Master of the Netherworld Sect. If he were to actually do such a thing, he would become the laughingstock of the entire world.

"You... you little bastard, how dare you!"

"I am—"

"Slap!"

"Noisy!"

"If I tell you to shout, you shout!"

Before Dugu Yan could finish, Ye Fan raised his other hand and delivered a swift, resounding slap across his face.

Dugu Yan was instantly stunned into a daze. From childhood until now, even his own father had never treated him with such disrespect.

Yet at this moment, he was being publicly humiliated by Ye Fan, a loss of face that felt utterly unbearable.

"I am warning you, my patience is limited."

"I will count to three. When I reach three, I will instantly drain your spiritual energy and turn you into a complete cripple."

"Make your choice."

Ye Fan's voice sounded once more, and this time, genuine terror gripped Dugu Yan's heart.

In front of Ye Fan, his identity as the Young Sect Master of the Netherworld Sect carried absolutely no weight.

"One!"

"Two..."

"Wait! I'll shout, I'll shout!"

"I, Dugu Yan, am a dog of the Heavenly Sword Sect!"

Under the overwhelming coercion of Ye Fan, Dugu Yan's psychological defenses finally collapsed completely.

Right in front of several disciples of the Netherworld Sect, he completely discarded his dignity and shouted the humiliating words three times.

Witnessing this scene, Jiang Ming was struck with utter astonishment.

Looking across the entire Central Province, his older brother Ye Fan was truly the first person capable of driving the Young Sect Master ofyin the Netherworld Sect into such a desperate and pathetic predicament!

The youth who had once been universally regarded as good-for-nothing trash had now grown to such staggering heights.

At this very moment, Jiang Ming finally let go of all his lingering resentments, truly accepting Ye Fan from the bottom of his heart.

Since the opponent had already fulfilled the condition, Ye Fan kept his promise and immediately released his grip.

"All of you worthless trash, get out of my sight right now!"

"Ye Fan, you bastard, just you wait! I will definitely make you pay the price for everything you've done today!"

After shouting his parting threats, Dugu Yan fled the scene in utter humiliation, dragging his battered subordinates along with him.

Only then did Ye Fan turn his gaze toward the injured Jiang Ming, asking, "Are you alright?"

Jiang Ming shook his head, snapping out of his daze, and slammed his fist heavily against Ye Fan's shoulder. "Damn it, Ye Fan! To think you could suppress Dugu Yan across cultivation realms—that's incredible!"

"I genuinely thought I was going to die right here today. Who would have thought you'd handle them all just like that?"

"Especially that divine ability of yours—it was impossibly cool!"

Ye Fan looked at Jiang Ming's sudden shift in attitude with a trace of bewilderment. The difference in how the other treated him before and after was simply too drastic!

Still, this was for the better; at least his grandfather wouldn't have to worry about the two brothers constantly remaining at odds.

Upon returning to the sect, whenever Jiang Ming encountered a fellow disciple, he would enthusiastically broadcast Ye Fan's heroic exploits of the day, his tone brimming with immense pride!

"Look, everyone! This is the supreme prodigy of our Heavenly Sword Sect, Ye Fan! He brought tremendous glory to our sect today by utterly thrashing that arrogant Dugu Yan despite a gap in cultivation!"

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect cast looks of profound reverence toward Ye Fan.

Many of them began whispering among themselves in admiration.

"They say that after three days apart, one must look at a person with entirely new eyes. That saying is absolute truth."

"I remember when he was young, he was forced to be exiled to the Northwest Territory simply because he lacked any talent for cultivation."

"Who could have imagined that after all these years, he would grow to be this formidable?"

"Indeed, indeed! The Young Sect Master of the Netherworld Sect has always been used to acting overbearing and tyrannical, but this time he has truly taken a massive tumble!"

"To be honest, I've detested that guy for a long time, but I never had the opportunity to teach him a lesson, nor did I have the courage."

"Ye Fan has accomplished something none of us ever dared to do!"

In an instant, Ye Fan's reputation throughout the Heavenly Sword Sect underwent a dramatic and favorable transformation.

Those who had once spurned and looked down upon him all changed their perspective.

Ye Fan remained relatively indifferent to this sudden shift in public opinion, though he felt that Jiang Ming's boasting was perhaps a bit too high-profile.

The world operated on a simple truth: if you wished to earn the respect of others, you had to possess strength of sufficient might.

...

"My good grandson, you've finally returned!"

"Come look at who has arrived!"

Ye Fan's grandfather was just about to step outside to search for them when they bumped into each other right at the entrance.

Ye Fan frowned slightly, looking into the courtyard with a puzzled expression.

The sight that greeted him instantly accelerated his heartbeat; coming into view was none other than Chen Qingshuang, the person he had been yearning for day and night.

Standing behind Chen Qingshuang was a middle-aged woman whom Ye Fan recognized instantly—she was the very person who had visited his grandfather back then to formally establish the marriage alliance between the two families.

"Brother Ye Fan, you're back!"

Upon spotting Ye Fan, Chen Qingshuang's face lit up with radiant joy.

Ever since their parting in the Northwest Territory, the two of them had not seen each other for quite a long time.

"Shuang'er, why are you here?"

Ye Fan immediately stepped forward to ask.

However, before Chen Qingshuang could reply, the middle-aged woman behind her spoke up with a warm smile, "Ye Fan, do you still remember me?"

"In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed. That little toddler running around bare-bottomed has now grown into a dashing and refined young man."

"Senior Jiang, congratulations on having such an outstanding grandson!"

"Actually, our purpose in coming here today is to discuss the marriage alliance established back then."

"Now that both youngsters have grown up, they have reached the age where marriage should be considered."

"I just wonder whether the betrothal agreement we made in the past is still valid."

When the middle-aged woman brought up this matter, Chen Qingshuang lowered her head with a shy blush, occasionally stealing sideways glances at Ye Fan.

"So it was for this matter!"

"Fan'er! This is a joyous occasion indeed! I presume you still remember it?"

"I wonder what your thoughts are on this now?"

Jiang岳 did not immediately give an affirmative response, choosing instead to consult Ye Fan's personal opinion.

After all, prior to this, he had heard rumors that Ye Fan had already formed a romantic engagement with someone else during his time in the Northwest Territory.

Without thoroughly clarifying the situation, he refused to act arbitrarily to avoid causing unnecessary awkwardness for everyone involved.

"No! I do not agree!"

Just at that moment, an indignant voice rang out from outside the doorway, and Chu Ling'er stormed into the courtyard in a rage.

The moment Chen Qingshuang caught sight of her, a subtle wave of discomfort washed over her heart.

She had no idea why Chu Ling'er happened to be present here as well.

Consumed by a wave of jealousy, Chu Ling'er immediately glared at Ye Fan and demanded an explanation, "Ye Fan, how could you do this?"

"We are the ones with an existing marriage pact! Have you completely forgotten our promise?"