C4 Nofalling Night Clan!

"Yeh Haishan, what are you looking at?" the young companion inquired with curiosity.

Yeh Haishan adjusted his chin and replied with a mischievous grin, "Look, who's that over there?"

Upon turning, his companion's face twisted in revulsion. "It's that loser, Yeh Yulin!"

Yeh Haishan wasn't alone; his other companions also glanced towards Yeh Yulin, each wearing a look of disdain.

"Is he still part of the family?"

"Hmph, if I were in his shoes, I'd have left the family by now. He's an embarrassment!"

"To think the No-falling Night Clan could produce such garbage!"

The well-dressed group of young men and women sneered with contempt, their pride evident in their laughter.

Their voices carried, and Yeh Yulin, approaching the city gate, heard them. He paused, gave them a cold glance, but remained silent, continuing on his way with composure.

There was no need for empty words. He would prove himself with actions. Despite the challenges in his cultivation and the difficulty of becoming powerful, he would not give up. He had his convictions.

One day, he would silence them all with his fists.

Kong Yaer was taken aback.

Trash?

Leave the family?

Seeing the Yeh Family emblem on the chests of the other youths only deepened her confusion.

These were members of the Yeh Family too? Why would they speak of Yeh Yulin in such a way?

As she watched Yeh Yulin's retreating figure, Kong Yaer's expression fluctuated, and she found herself slowing down, almost without realizing it.

Being of noble birth herself, she had a suspicion forming in her mind.

Yeh Haishan glanced back at his companions and suddenly laughed with malice, "There's no rush with that matter. Let's unwind with a little 'game' to relax, shall we?"

"Sure!" His companions caught on to Yeh Haishan's intent and chuckled among themselves.

Yeh Haishan called out to Yeh Yulin with a loud, mocking tone, "Hey, you, the loser, come here."

Yeh Yulin's fists tightened slowly, yet he didn't spare them a glance, continuing on his path.

"Oh, you dare to ignore me? You've grown bold!" Yeh Haishan scoffed, then with a burst of speed, a blur trailing behind him, he dashed in front of Yeh Yulin, blocking his way. Looking down on him, he asked lazily, "Yeh Yulin, I'm speaking to you. Didn't you hear me?"

Yeh Yulin?

The soldiers guarding the city exchanged low whispers as they observed the young lords of the ruling family.

"Yeh Yulin? I've heard he's a failure in the family who can't cultivate."

"Exactly. Rumor has it he's frequently ridiculed by other members of the Yeh Family."

"The family seems to consider him an embarrassment."

Kong Yaer, overhearing the soldiers' gossip, looked visibly distressed.

Her gaze towards Yeh Yulin darkened with anger.

He had deceived her.

Reflecting on their journey together, Kong Yaer's face paled with disgust and relief surged within her.

She was fortunate that nothing had transpired. Otherwise, she would have been at a significant loss.

She nearly became intimate with a nobody...

Despite being a nobody, he had the audacity to pose as a master and trick her, which was utterly repulsive.

Yeh Yulin appeared indifferent to the surrounding murmurs. He simply gave Yeh Haishan a cold stare and asked, "Do you want something?"

"Haha!"

In response to Yeh Yulin's icy demeanor, Yeh Haishan burst into laughter. He exchanged a glance with the giggling youths who had gathered around and then, without warning, seized Yeh Yulin by the throat and hoisted him into the air amidst his struggles.

Simultaneously, Yeh Haishan declared with pride, "Nothing much. I just felt like picking on you. Any complaints?"

"Ugh!" Yeh Yulin put up a brief fight before resigning himself to his fate, fixing Yeh Haishan with a steely gaze.

Yeh Yulin was merely a Level One Battle Soldier who had ignited a single Spirit Flame.

Yeh Haishan, however, had ignited no fewer than five Spirit Flames, making him a formidable Level Five Battle Soldier.

Continuing to resist would only serve to amuse Yeh Haishan further, so Yeh Yulin chose to endure the suffocating pain rather than feed into his adversary's sadistic pleasure.

But he etched every humiliation into his memory.

Someday, he vowed to repay each slight tenfold!

Yeh Haishan caught the defiant look in Yeh Yulin's eyes but dismissed it with contempt. The other youths stood by, arms crossed and sneering, exuding an air of superiority.

In the presence of Yeh Yulin, they considered themselves superior.

And Yeh Yulin?

He was deemed a worthless being, merely awaiting death. His very existence was seen as a blemish on the family's honor. To them, tormenting him was nothing more than a pastime to unwind after a strenuous session of cultivation.

This was the shared belief among the Yeh Family's younger members.

Kong Yaer, standing to the side, had lost all hope. Her initial infatuation with Yeh Yulin had now morphed into revulsion.

"Hey, hey, hey, watch his face. Be careful he doesn't seek revenge!" chuckled one of Yeh Haishan's companions.

"Hmph, what could a loser possibly do?" Yeh Haishan scoffed with contempt. "Even if I stood here and let him try to kill me, could he actually succeed?"

"He's not entirely worthless!" a young woman from the Yeh Family interjected, gently caressing Yeh Yulin's face, which was flushed red from lack of oxygen. She giggled, "His face is quite handsome, even more so than mine."

"Oh? Have you taken a liking to him?" teased another girl.

"A little bit!" The first girl licked her tempting red lips, eyeing Yeh Yulin as if he were a pet. She teased, "What do you say, Xiao Yulin? Come with me. If you agree, I'll rescue you and introduce you to the other girls. We'll have a blast together!"

Yeh Yulin responded with nothing more than a frigid glance.

"You women sometimes outdo us men in madness, daring to say and do anything," remarked a youth who appeared rather mature, shaking his head. "Enough, Yeh Haishan, don't actually kill him. It's all in good fun!"

"Humph!" Yeh Haishan let out a sneer, casually waving his hand dismissively. "And what if I did kill him?"

The mature youth's frown deepened as he emphasized, "He's a legitimate heir of the family!"

"A legitimate heir or not, he's still a mongrel."

At the word "mongrel," a chilling murderous intent flashed across Yeh Yulin's icy expression.

"What? Am I wrong?" Yeh Haishan laughed mockingly. "After all, you got that pretty face from your mother's Devil Clan heritage, didn't you? Little mongrel!"

Yeh Yulin's teeth clenched with a sound like grinding metal, his fury akin to that of a provoked wild beast, as he suddenly seized Yeh Haishan's hand from his neck.

Yeh Yulin's mother belonged to the Devil Clan, and rumors suggested she held a significant rank within their hierarchy. Much of the scorn Yeh Yulin endured stemmed from his mixed heritage, carrying the blood of the Devil Clan.

"Hmm?!" Yeh Haishan's brow creased imperceptibly as he sensed Yeh Yulin's strength surging, exceeding his expectations and continuing to grow. If this persisted, his own arm might give out first.

Could this be the Holy Body?

A flicker of envy and derision passed through Yeh Haishan's eyes.

This power was even greater than his, but that was the extent of it.

Yeh Haishan was well aware of the Holy Body's traits. Despite superior physical capabilities compared to peers, the cultivation of Spiritual Force was woefully inadequate.

Yeh Yulin, now sixteen, was considered an adult by noble standards and ranked as a First Grade Battle Soldier. At his age, achieving such a level was commendable across the Human Clan Empire.

However, his birth into the Yeh Family was a stroke of misfortune.

The Yeh Family, one of the Human Clan Empire's Four Royal Families, was not only prominent within the empire but also renowned across the Devil Clan Empire and the Beast Empire.

Two millennia ago, the Human Clan, led by the Di Family, cast off their chains of slavery and declared independence amidst the Devil Clan and Beast Clan's oppression. It was during this era that the Yeh Family ascended, not just as founders of the Human Clan Empire but as its saviors. They were bestowed the title of No-falling Night Clan, becoming one of the four hereditary Royal Nobles of the Human Clan.

Being born into such a distinguished lineage yet tainted with Devil Clan blood was a significant affliction, compounded by his inability to cultivate. Thus, Yeh Yulin was raised amidst the Yeh Family's contempt.

His challenging life honed his resilience, teaching him forbearance. But this time was an exception, provoked by Yeh Haishan's insult to his mother.

His mother had succumbed to illness, yet she smiled at him until her last breath.

"Shut up!"

Yeh Yulin let out a low growl, his hands clenching Yeh Haishan's arms tightly. A tremendous force surged through his veins, casting a red glow beneath his skin.

"Hmm!"

Overpowered by the immense strength, Yeh Haishan grunted. He summoned his Spiritual Force for protection and instinctively flung Yeh Yulin away.

"What incredible strength!"

Yeh Haishan massaged his arm, noticing a forming bruise. His expression darkened as he glared at Yeh Yulin and said coldly, "You actually dare to..."

"Chi! Chi!"

A group of young men and women nearby snickered, fueling Yeh Haishan's rage.

He had been overpowered by someone he deemed worthless.

And that, despite having used his Spiritual Force.

It was an utter disgrace!

"Go to hell!" But it was Yeh Yulin who bellowed in fury, charging at Yeh Haishan.

With an icy demeanor, Yeh Haishan retorted, "You've grown bold. It seems my previous lessons weren't enough. You're nothing but trash, a mere First Grade Battle Soldier!"

He advanced towards the oncoming Yeh Yulin, and an utterly lopsided battle ensued.