The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 671 - 283: The Throne_1

"I didn’t expect Ye Lingwu to come, too."

"Yes, with the impending Clock of the Era, the overseas clan members are slowly returning. Only such an occasion could gather all these proud young kings together..."

Across the table, some sighed, and others marvelled.

There were members of the Ye Clan who had only recently passed their trials in the last two years, quietly asking others by their side:

"Autumn Fruit Sister, is Sister Lingwu very strong? Who is stronger between her and the eminent eldest brother?"

"Hard to say."

Ye Qiuguo shook her head and tersely replied:

"As young kings, each has their strengths and weaknesses."

"But Sister Lingwu, Yunruo, and Brother Qiyu are all close in age. Among those present, they were the first to ascend to the 6th rank, so naturally, they are more formidable."

"No wonder."

A girl named "Ye Dong" took mental notes.

"Sister Lingwu, it has been a long time."

Ye Liuying leaned forward, her gaze surpassed the tip of Ye Hanjun’s nose, and she called out with a beaming smile.

"Hmm ... It’s been more than a decade since we last met, congratulations on your promotion to young king."

Ye Lingwu’s attitude was still as indifferent as usual, showing no expression on her face.

"What do you think Big Brother Qiyu will do, having gathered us all here?"

Ye Lingwu’s arrival only caused a brief disturbance.

Once everything returned to normal, the prior topic was picked up again.

"Who knows? It’s always hard to figure out Big Brother Qiyu’s temperament."

"He could be happy one moment and angry the next. We younger siblings can hardly guess his thoughts."

Those few statements were like profound truths. Ye Donghai, Ye Youxing, Ye Chenmu, Ye Liu... a bunch of people nodded in agreement.

"Everyone who could make it is here. For those who couldn’t, let’s talk next time."

With a swoosh, a Teleportation Array was activated.

A black-haired young man with a white jade waistplate appeared in their view, wearing a black kasaya.

Upon his appearance, the hall fell silent as if an invisible hand had choked every person’s throat.

"Big Brother Qiyu!"

"Brother Qiyu!"

The youngest ones, fearful of falling behind, greeted him in a rush.

The nude cow girls stopped dancing and kneeled neatly on the ground, as docile as domestic kittens.

"All of you, rise."

Ye Qiyu waved his hand, and the dancers and maids bowed their heads, dividing into two teams and orderly leaving the scene.

The only one left was the Ice and Snow Dragon Girl. A frost wind blew, and she was already standing on the left side of Ye Qiyu.

"Greetings, Your Highness. May you be well."

The blue dragon tail twitched with excitement.

With straight legs, the Ice and Snow Dragon Girl placed both hands on her lower abdomen. Upon her pale blue face appeared a sweet smile that could illuminate a snowy mountain city.

"A chair."

With a simple command, the Ice and Snow Dragon Girl opened her cherry lips and blew out a fluttering snowflake.

Within two or three seconds, an ice crystal throne has formed.

The throne was large enough for two to three people to sit side by side, with spacious dragon-embroidered armrests on both sides. The back of the chair was even ten meters high, with a hollowed dragon’s head hanging at the top, mouth wide open and claws outstretched as though roaring.

*Thunk*

Ye Qiyu sat on the throne, naturally placing his left ankle on his right thigh.

Then, with one hand resting on the armrest, he held his cheek in the palm of his clenched fist, tilting his head as he looked around with a lofty gaze.

"There are only six years left before the Clock of the Era rings."

"The reason why I gathered you all here is, in the end, for just one thing."

Ye Qiyu’s clear yet arrogant voice echoed in the silent hall, louder than any bell:

"Ye Hanlian, have you ascended to the 6th rank?"

"Ah... Ah?"

Ye Hanlian, who was attentively listening to the speech, trembled her shoulders and was completely stunned.

Who could have expected that Ye Qiyu would suddenly point out her, practically invisible, name.

Now all eyes converged on her, like needles pricking her brow.

"Three years ago... I did manage to ascend by fluke."

With a stiff upper lip, Ye Hanlian stood up and answered.

"But I heard that you explicitly stated that you are not preparing to enter the Tomb of Asura?"

Ye Qiyu asked back in a normal tone, and cold sweat formed profusely in Ye Hanlian’s palms.

"Your Highness Qiyu... I only have a C-level authority."

"After a hundred years of hard cultivation, I managed to ascend to the 6th rank, which is probably the limit in this life."

"Once I enter the Tomb of Asura, there’s a high possibility that I would end up as cannon fodder. I just want to live a peaceful life for the rest of my days and not dare to reach for opportunities that don’t belong to me..."

Ye Hanlian stuttered her reply, and her shifting gaze revealed her extreme anxiety.

"What if I say, you have to go?"

Ye Qiyu still remained in a pose with his legs crossed and cheek leaning on his fist, speaking coldly.

"Junior Emperor, why push people too far?"

Ye Hanlian expressed a hint of sorrow and earnestly explained:

"Firstly, my jurisdiction is too low, I don’t even have a Law-Figure-World. Among peers, my combat power ranks at the bottom."

"Secondly, I already have a child, only three or four years old, a time when a mother should be by their side."

"In six years, your child will be about ten years old."

"With the family’s support, whether it’s personal safety or growth process, is there any need to worry?"

Ye Qiyu sneered, abruptly interjecting:

"You were clearly also father’s 865th offspring, like all other children who emerged from the demon seeds in the dependents, exhausting all of their mother’s lifespan since the moment of their birth."