On 13th December, 2018, the most powerful man in China and Southeast Asia, Mad Southern Ye, had returned from the dead and to Tiannan. He had defeated a pseudo emperor almighty from Shang Santian and declared war on Shang Santian!
When the news spread, the entire world fell silent.
Other than the dead silence, the entire China and the entire world was in an uproar. It was as if a nuclear bomb had been thrown into the world.
“What? Mad Southern Ye is not dead?!”
All the countries were shocked. The major corporations were petrified one after another. Countless world magnates were shocked. This news was simply too shocking!
China was the most shocked!
When the Chinese cultivators heard the news, they fell to their knees and cried. Tears of excitement flowed down their faces.
With the arrival of Shang Santian, China was in complete chaos. All of the cultivation sects like them were suppressed.
The upper echelons of the various forces either died or surrendered. Even those who were lucky enough not to die lived in fear all day long. They were helpless against the current chaos in the Chinese cultivation world.
As Ye Chen returned, the shocking news of him defeating the pseudo emperor of Shang Santian spread. Like rain after a long drought, they saw hope and the future of the Chinese cultivation world.
That was because Mad Southern Ye was a legend to the cultivation world in China. He was like a giant pillar that could prop up the future of the Chinese cultivation world.
“I told you long ago that Mad Southern Ye is the undefeated Mad Southern. He has won every battle since he debuted and has never been defeated. How can he die so easily?”
“The China No. 1, Mad Southern Ye, is not dead. Now that the king has returned, the heavens haven’t abandoned the Chinese cultivation world!”
In the Grand Maoshan Hall, an old Daoist priest in azure clothes shed tears as he faced the disciples. Before him sat countless young men. Everyone’s faces were filled with excitement and stir.
A young man who had just entered said hesitantly, “Master, I heard that there’s a martial emperor in Shang Santian. Is Mad Southern Ye a match for a martial emperor?”
The moment that was said, the expressions of the rest changed slightly. Clearly, the young man had voiced their worries.
The old Daoist priest in azure paused for a while before he said with a smile, “Since Mad Southern Ye can defeat a pseudo emperor, I’m sure he’s no weaker than the pseudo emperor. I believe he…”
Such scenes appeared all over China at the same time.
Spiritual Medicine Mountain, in Yao Huayuan’s room, Yao Bingyue quickly pushed open the door and entered. She said excitedly, “Father, I asked Senior Bai Kui earlier. He said that Shang Santian has a chance to help us regain our youthful looks.”
Yao Huayuan could not believe his ears, “Are you serious?”
“It’s true!”
Yao Bingyue said confidently, “Senior Bai Kui has been staying at our Spiritual Medicine Mountain for the past few days. We’ve satisfied him with everything. He definitely won’t lie to us.”
“That’s good, that’s good!”
Yao Huayuan paused, as if he had seen hope, “Did Senior Bai say when he would help us regain our youth?”
Meeting his gaze, a smile appeared at the corner of Yao Bingyue’s lips, “Senior Bai said that once the remaining members of the Ye family are captured, he will put in a good word for us to the Bai family.”
At this point, a gloating look flashed across her eyes, “Long ago, that Senior Xiao Kun had already brought his men to the northeast. I believe he has already captured the remaining members of the Ye family and is on his way back.”
Just as they were talking, a young man rushed in anxiously, “Young mistress, bad news, bad news!”
“Why are you so flustered?”
Yao Bingyue’s expression turned grim, and she immediately berated, “Could it be that you’ve offended those important figures of Shang Santian?”
“N-No!”
The young man stammered, “I-It’s Mad Southern Ye. He has returned, and… he’s back in Tiannan!”
“What?”
Yao Bingyue and her father’s expressions changed drastically.
In Ganzhou’s Murong clan residence’s basement, Murong Xue who was dressed sophisticatedly sized up Huo Yushan and his daughter through the prison cell, “Huo, I, Murong Xue, am the head of the Murong clan. If you know what’s good for you, surrender to me as soon as possible so that you can live.”
“Young Mistress Murong, please leave!”
Inside the cell, Huo Yushan looked unkempt. His weak gaze was fixed on her, “The reason why I was able to become a Martial Dao master was all because of Mr. Ye. Since Mr. Ye appointed Ms. Shasha as the head of the Murong clan, I will pledge my loyalty to her!”
“My father is right!”
Huo Sisi, who was standing beside him, was not as quick-witted as she used to be. However, she still wore a cold smile on her face as she said, “Your background as the Murong clan’s head is unknown, yet you still want us to submit to you. Just give up on this thought!”
“You guys are asking for it!”
Murong Xue was furious when she heard that. A ferocious expression flashed across her delicate features, “Guys, kill them all!”
As soon as she finished speaking, two members of the Murong clan immediately opened the prison cell, each holding a rope. Obviously, they wanted to extort Huo Yushan and his daughter.
At that moment, her phone rang.
She picked up the call after frowning. Before she could speak, an extremely terrified voice came through the phone, “M-Master, Mad Southern Ye is back!”
Thud!
Murong Xue was stunned on the spot. Like a bolt from the blue, the phone in her hand fell to the ground heavily.
At the headquarters of the Celestial Master Hall, a series of angry roars could be heard, “Impossible! This is impossible! How is Ye still alive?!”
As the Celestial Master Hall’s Fourth High Priest, Jiang Zhengyang was panting heavily. His face was flushed red as if someone had grabbed his neck.
If one took a closer look, they would discover an unconcealable fear in his eyes.
Not only did Mad Southern Ye not die, he even defeated a pseudo emperor!
How shocking was that? The Celestial Master Hall had been established for almost a hundred years. The four high priests were all peerless powerhouses from the Qing dynasty. Only the Head High Priest, Chen Tulong, had reached the Emperor Stage.
Thinking to this point, he hurriedly turned to look at the masked man sitting on the armchair behind him, “Second High Priest, what should we do? What should we do?!”
He was really panicking.
After all, the Celestial Master Hall had done too many disgraceful things before Ye Chen returned. For instance, they announced that the Ye family had colluded with the enemy and betrayed the country. They also helped Shang Santian capture people related to Ye Chen. They even crippled Li Xuanji.
All of these incidents were enough to cause the Celestial Master Hall to fall into eternal damnation. Even he, Jiang Zhengyang, would not be able to escape death.
“What’s the rush?!”
The masked man spoke slowly. His voice was extremely hoarse, “Mad Southern Ye was able to defeat a pseudo emperor. At most, it means that he’s as powerful as a pseudo emperor. Don’t forget that I was a pseudo emperor 50 years ago!”
Jiang Zhengyang only snapped back to his senses after he heard that. He no longer looked gloomy now as he said, “That’s right. Second High Priest is also a pseudo emperor. You’re not afraid of Mad Southern Ye at all. Moreover, we still have Shang Santian.”