The Legendary Son-in-law of the Emperor
Chapter 575 - 574 Supreme Elder of the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect

Chapter 575: Chapter 574 Supreme Elder of the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect

"By the way, Brother Xuan, Long Aotian has been ranting about wanting to trouble you," Ye Lingyi said.

"However, I’ve already sent him packing. He probably doesn’t even know that Brother Xuan is the one who cultivated from the Primordial Hongmeng Heaven," Ye Lingyi chuckled.

Previously at Yingchun Pavilion, Long Aotian indeed lost quite a bit of face because of Ye Xuan.

But even now, it seems Long Aotian still doesn’t know that Ye Xuan is the mysterious prodigy of the Ye Family who cultivated from the Primordial Hongmeng Heaven.

Ye Xuan gave a slight nod but said nothing.

To Ye Xuan, ants of Long Aotian’s level were naturally not worth his attention.

The three of them walked slowly towards the Purple Qi Arena.

Walking behind Ye Xuan, Ye Lingyi was somewhat anxious.

He knew that the succession ceremony of the Mo Family Head had already begun, yet neither Ye Xuan nor Little Meng Chan seemed to be in any hurry, moving at a leisurely pace.

They might be too late to enter the Purple Qi Arena at this rate.

However, Ye Lingyi didn’t dare to say anything and could only fret inwardly.

But.

When they arrived at the Purple Qi Arena, Ye Lingyi realized he had been overly worried.

Mo Yunchui’s confidant, Mo Long, was personally waiting at the entrance of the Purple Qi Arena, and upon Ye Xuan’s arrival, he personally led them inside to an excellent location to observe the ceremony.

Ye Lingyi benefitted from this, following by Ye Xuan’s side.

Inside the Purple Qi Arena, occasional thunderous applause could be heard, though it was unclear what they were applauding for.

However, it was apparent that Mo Yunchui reclaiming his position as the Family Head of the Mo Family was truly shocking to many.

In the center of the Purple Qi Arena, there was a floating Divine Platform, and Mo Yunchui stood on it, speaking impressively.

"Is that the senior known as the Eastern Desolate Demon Slaughter, Mo Yunchui..."

Upon seeing Mo Yunchui, respect colored Ye Lingyi’s face.

Although he was a younger generation of the Ye Family, Ye Lingyi had heard many legends about Mo Yunchui.

This supreme strongman, famed as the Demon Slaughter of the Eastern Desolate, had once slain a million extraterrestrial demons in the Demon Realm!

The title of Demon Slaughter originated from there.

Ye Lingyi knew that the Demon Realm was a terrifying place beyond the Eastern Desolate, yet it also had connections with the Eastern Desolate.

Its entrance was located in the Eastern Desolate.

Throughout history, the entrance to the Demon Realm had always been guarded by the ancestors of the Mo family, preventing the invasion of extraterrestrial demons into the Eastern Desolate.

To many youths in the Eastern Desolate, the Mo family could be considered heroes, protecting the Eastern Desolate from the invasion of extraterrestrial demons.

But in the eyes of other dominions in the Eastern Desolate, it was not necessarily so.

In the Demon Realm, there indeed resided terrifying extraterrestrial demons, but the Mo family, guarding the entrance to the Demon Realm, also acquired things that others could not.

And that was the foundation of the Mo family’s strength.

Every matter actually has two sides.

The benevolent see benevolence, the wise see wisdom.

"This little old man sure talks a lot," Little Meng Chan, sitting beside Ye Xuan, watched Mo Yunchui talking grandly on the high platform and couldn’t help but mutter under her breath.

This remark drew odd glances from the surrounding cultivators.

After all, they were in the Mo Family Divine City’s Purple Qi Arena; was it really appropriate to talk like that in front of others?

However, when they saw the speaker was a little girl about seven or eight years old, everyone was taken aback.

"Whose child is this, speaking so inappropriately..."

Many were secretly speechless.

Ye Xuan’s eyes were slightly closed, resting with closed eyes, showing no intention to participate in the succession ceremony.

Meng Chan did occasionally make sarcastic remarks.

At first, the surrounding cultivators would look his way, but as they got used to it, they also got tired of responding.

Soon, the succession ceremony was almost over, and it was time for the gift-giving segment.

After all, the initiation of this succession ceremony was meant to welcome congratulations from all directions.

Gifts were naturally indispensable.

This gift-giving segment was also very particular.

The first to offer gifts would inevitably be the top overlord of the East Desolate.

"On behalf of the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect, I congratulate Brother Yun Chui on continuing as the Family Head of the Mo family, and specially present a hundred-thousand-year Purple Ganoderma, as a token of respect," said an elderly man dressed in the garments of the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect, as he gently bowed to Mo Yunchui and spoke slowly.

Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect.

The undoubted top overlord of the East Desolate, with strength not inferior to the Mo family and also the Mo family’s longtime neighbor.

Having the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect lead was also best.

"Thank you for personally coming, Elder Yun Rongguang, your presence brings honor to my Mo family," Mo Yunchui said with a slight smile, saluting with clasped fists.

"Brother Xuan, that is the Supreme Elder of the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect. I heard he just became a Supreme Elder two years ago, and his power is terrifying," Ye Lingyi whispered from behind Ye Xuan.

Yun Rongguang of the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect, recently became a Supreme Elder, and has long been a renowned elder figure in the East Desolate.

Even Mo Yunchui, in front of Yun Rongguang, could actually be considered a young man.

But the two referred to each other as brothers.

This was also considering the relationship between the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect and the Mo Family.

Whether it was mere formalities or sincerity, it was all just part of the proceedings.

Ye Xuan, after hearing Ye Lingyi’s comment, slightly raised his eyes and observed the elder named Yun Rongguang.

This person appeared to be in his seventies or eighties, but he was actually nearly ten thousand years old.

His old face was like tree bark, full of wrinkles, yet it carried a kind expression typical of an elder.

Yun Rongguang smiled and sat back down in his seat. Whether he sensed something or not, he looked towards Ye Xuan, smiled, and slightly nodded.

Ye Xuan averted his gaze, paying no heed to Yun Rongguang.

It was obvious that Yun Rongguang knew of his identity.

Since he knew, he should also be aware that the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect and the Emperor Immortal Sect were enemies.

Ye Xuan hardly believed that the words of the Heaven Suppressing Ancient Sect had not reached the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect’s ears in over three months.

But the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect had not made a single move until now, which spoke volumes.

They did not want to give up Zhongxuan Mountain.

Even when the Heaven Suppressing Ancient Sect had declared, they had not budged.

They were convinced that the current Emperor Immortal Sect did not have the strength to contend with them, which is why they dared to act this way.

This Yun Rongguang, as the Supreme Elder of the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect, must be well aware of such a significant matter.

"Go back and tell your Sect Master, if your Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect does not move out voluntarily, then one day I will personally visit Zhongxuan Mountain and ask you to leave."

"But how many of you survive at that time will depend on your own fate."

Ye Xuan did not speak aloud, but transmitted his words to Yun Rongguang using a sound transmission technique.

Upon hearing Ye Xuan’s message, Yun Rongguang’s expression did not change, but his eyes revealed a hint of surprise.

He did not expect Ye Xuan to be so bold as to threaten him outright.

Yun Rongguang smiled faintly and slowly transmitted his reply to Ye Xuan, "My young friend jests. The Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect has been rooted in Zhongxuan Mountain for ninety thousand years, having formed a bond with the land, sharing its glory and disgrace. How can there be talk of moving?"