diskusbooks Chapter 572 - 250: The Surname of The Night, Must Not Be Insulted_1
Chapter 572 - 250: The Surname of The Night, Must Not Be Insulted_1
——Integration as seamless as water mixing with milk.
When Ye Hanjun returned to the Ghost Lamp Abyss, he felt as if every cell in his body were dancing with joy.
Arriving at Without-Sun City and entering the inner world of Deep Black Wheel, this joy surged tenfold.
He seemed to forget the passage of time.
The exquisite sensation of bodily transcendence lingered in his soul, continuously greeting the climax of baptism.
Eventually, when a candlelight emerged in the darkness, and the dark element monsters shrieked and fled, Ye Hanjun slowly returned to his senses.
He recalled all his Contracted Fond Spirits, walked out of the room alone, and returned to the passage he had just left.
Ye Ji, Xu Yan, Shi Shou were all still standing in their original places.
They stood in silence, not making a sound, their hands folded on their lower bellies, standing as straight as statues.
Not far away, the tap-tap-tap of footsteps approached.
In this silence, such a sound, no matter how slight, was as thunderous as a storm.
Ye Hanjun raised his eyebrows.
More than ten seconds later, eight figures came into view.
Leading the group was a man and a woman, both dressed in black armor like him.
Their shiny boots reflected the light of the candle.
Looking up, the man was tall and strapping, the woman graceful and charming, both with black hair and black eyes.
If there was a difference, the man’s face bore a beast-like aura, especially when he revealed a smile, he looked like a ferocious tiger ready to pounce on its prey.
The woman’s face, on the other hand, was exquisitely delicate, with light makeup, blushing cheeks, encapsulating a celestial beauty.
"Plop!"
The man and woman stopped in unison.
It seemed they hadn’t expected anyone standing in the passage.
As they squinted for a better look, their eyes met Ye Hanjun’s. The woman furrowed her eyebrows, and the man’s face changed, becoming suddenly grave.
"Is there another one from our clan?"
Ye Youxing stretched out his eyebrows, smiling like a thorned rose, unexpectedly blooming:
"How is it that I didn’t know, there was someone of the same age in our clan?"
"The face is indeed unfamiliar, I pondered for several seconds, I don’t seem to have seen him before."
"Ye Donghai, do you know him?"
Ye Youxing’s gaze swept over Ye Hanjun, tossing the question at the man beside her.
Her eyes froze abruptly and her smiling face receded instantly.
Because... Ye Donghai seemed quite nervous!
His pupils were fixed and his veins were bulging at his neck.
For a full ten seconds, he said nothing.
Soon, Ye Donghai seemed to confirm something, took a deep breath, and bowed slightly, saying:
"Elder brother Han."
"Lord Han?"
Ye Youxing’s eyes widened in surprise, as if she had been stunned by electricity.
Disbelieving, she took another look, scanning him up and down, her somewhat arrogant demeanor instantly subdued.
"Oh, I remembered, Han had an accident. It seemed his trial began around the same time as ours..."
Ye Youxing laughed it off, covering up her earlier astonishment.
However, compared to the visible tension and apprehension of Ye Donghai, she just looked a bit perplexed, surreptitiously seeking to perceive more clues with her sensing power.
Behind them, the six elders, who were obviously the examiners, changed their previously indifferent expressions.
When their eyes fell on Ye Hanjun, they were either serious, surprised, or shocked.
But they said nothing, standing silently behind the two trialists like shadows.
"Since we belong to the same cohort, we naturally pay homage to our ancestors together."
Ye Hanjun didn’t greet them. He turned around and walked away as if nothing had happened.
Among his peers of the same age group, the riskiest and those with the highest potential had left a deep impression on him.
As for the rest, some he vaguely remembered, others he had not even heard their names.
Ye Donghai, a clan brother from the main family.
Considering the blood relation, he was Ye Hanjun’s half-brother from the same father but a different mother, he was the 1128th child of their father.
Ye Youxing was also from the main family.
However, the main family also had several factions. The most potent, numerous, most orthodox were naturally those from their father’s lineage.
His mysterious skills produced many descendants, and he has lived for a few epochs.
Most of the members of the Ye Clan that are still alive today are closely related to him.
The rest are from branches of the main lineage bearing the surname Ye. Some were connected to the brothers and sisters of his father. Some were the children of the children of his father’s children ... In short, tracing back to the source, the blood relations can be as complex as you can imagine.
Ye Youxing, with a "You" in the middle.
If Ye Hanjun remembered correctly, she should be an offspring of the Ye Youlong’s lineage.
He wasn’t sure about the specifics, but Ye Youlong was one of the great elders of the Ye Clan, ranked at the Eighth Level, and had lived for at least four thousand years.
If they met, Ye Hanjun would have to call him "great uncle".
Of course, that was not the point.
Neither Ye Youxing nor Ye Donghai had any spiritual impact on Ye Hanjun.
They were not threatening, and their attitudes seemed good.
Keeping a cool distance if he can, maintaining distance whenever possible, this was the most comfortable approach.
"Han, did the trial go smoothly?"
"Since you were already waiting here for us, you must have successfully passed it, correct?"
Ye Youxing suddenly gave up walking side by side with Ye Donghai.
With a flicker in her eyes, she ran to Ye Hanjun’s side, bringing a waft of fragrance with her.
Even more, she intentionally stayed a step behind Ye Hanjun, voluntarily putting herself in a subordinate position.
"Well, it went pretty well."
Ye Hanjun didn’t turn his head, continued walking at a steady pace.
Ye Youxing noticed his cold attitude, but she was tenacious and continued to speak: