C7 Fight

"Brother Feilong, that was uncalled for."

"Regardless, the Patriarch and Feilong are both part of our Ye Family. They were hurt by the Lee Family. We should be figuring out how to retaliate on their behalf, not casting blame."

"I think Brother Feilong is making a valid point."

"Exactly. A cripple can't take over as Patriarch, and a cripple shouldn't continue as Patriarch."

"Is that any way to speak?"

"What's the matter? You're so aggressive, do you want to start a fight?"

The elders had been arguing, and the younger members hadn't dared to get involved. But now that the conflict between Ye Feilong and another was a matter for the younger generation, they began to argue fervently, taking opposing sides.

What looked like a simple argument was actually a clear division of allegiances.

"Let's all calm down."

Ye Feilong raised his hands in a placating gesture and spoke up, "Since you all know what's happened to me, I'll spare you the details. I was used by Han Yu because I was naive, and I got injured because my skills were lacking. But I refuse to be ashamed or to take my own life over it. Instead, I'm going to live on strongly and reclaim my dignity!"

"Where does trash like you get dignity from?"

Ye Feilong sneered.

"Perhaps you're right, trash doesn't have dignity."

Ye Feilong looked at Ye Feilong without anger, his demeanor calm, "We both took the Holy Dragon Sect's entrance exam. I passed, you failed. Are you calling me trash?"

Anger flashed across Ye Feilong's face as he retorted with a cold snort, "You just got lucky."

Ye Feilong shook his head gently, "It seems you still don't understand why you failed... The Holy Dragon Sect doesn't just assess strength; they value character too. You were eliminated during the first round of the character test and never got a chance to show your strength."

"Shut up!"

Being eliminated in the first round was a deep humiliation for Ye Feilong, and he angrily cut off Ye Feilong, "I have better talent and stronger abilities than you, that's the truth. So in my eyes, you're nothing but trash!"

"Really?" Ye Feilong responded with a slight shake of his head. "You keep calling me trash. How about we settle this with a fight and see who the real trash is?"

"Feilong, don't be reckless," Ye Yinian cautioned, his face paling as he urgently tried to intervene. His outburst caused the Genuine Qi within him to spiral out of control, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing his condition, Ye Yihai and his group couldn't help but sneer.

Ye Yishan and others looked on with great concern.

"You shouldn't agitate yourself with your injuries," Ye Yishan quickly advised.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Yinian's eyes flashed with a steely resolve, but he remained silent and closed his eyes. He made a mental note of Ye Yihai's group exploiting his vulnerability today. Whether or not he remained the Patriarch was irrelevant; if they dared to harm Ye Feilong, once he was healed, even with one arm, he was confident he could deal with these scoundrels.

"Feilong, be sensible, don't act on impulse," Ye Yishan said, placing a hand on Ye Feilong's shoulder.

Everyone was aware of Ye Feiling's prowess. With his dantian destroyed, Ye Feilong stood no chance against him. A real fight would only lead to Ye Feilong being utterly outmatched.

Turning to Ye Yihai, Ye Yishan continued, "Shouldn't we wait until the Patriarch's condition improves before addressing these matters? Besides, Uncle Rong is expected to return before the City Lord Mansion's Chamber of Commerce meeting. Let's discuss these issues upon his return. A delay of five or six days won't make much difference."

Ye Yihai's brow furrowed at the mention of Uncle Rong, and the others showed signs of unease.

Uncle Rong, also known as Ye Shirong, held the highest seniority within the Ye family. His mention forced Ye Yihai and the others to reconsider their stance. Yet, they knew this was an opportune moment to dethrone Ye Yinian, and missing it could prove regrettable. Once Ye Yinian recovered, even with one arm, he would be a formidable opponent for anyone in the Ye family.

Ye Shirong, although typically biased towards their side, couldn't be counted on in matters as grave as the fate of the family or the selection of a new clan leader. There was no guarantee that Ye Shirong would return to support them in these significant affairs.

Ye Yihan cast a quick glance at Ye Feiling. Recognizing the cue, Ye Feiling, with his exceptional intelligence, stepped forward and said, "We can postpone the family issues until Uncle's return. However, since Ye Feilong has challenged me to prove he's not worthless, I'm inclined to give him that chance. If he can withstand three of my moves, I'll never refer to him as trash again."

"Brother Feiling, you're being too humble. Three moves aren't necessary; one will suffice. That way, he'll clearly understand his own worthlessness."

"Exactly, one move to bring him to his senses, to show him he truly is trash now," chimed in those aligned with Ye Feiling, seizing the moment to jeer.

Those in Ye Feilong's camp wore looks of discomfort, at a loss for words. Ye Feihong and Ye Feihui were present as well. The brothers, convinced of Ye Feilong's unimpaired dantian due to his performance at the Martial Hall, felt no need to interject. Others, unaware of the true state of Ye Feilong's dantian, doubted his ability to endure even three moves from Ye Feiling and were left without a retort.

Ye Feilong, in the face of Ye Feiling's contempt and the mocking laughter of the crowd, remained silent. His composure was unshaken as he stood erect, his left hand resting behind him and his right hand gracefully sweeping his robe before extending forward, palm up, as he calmly invited, "Please!"