Chapter Eleven: Worthless Nobodies Dare Make Such a Racket?

“Ding! Host, your newest disciple has appeared and is currently facing a deadly crisis, life hanging by a thread. Hurry and save them! If you miss this chance, your grand plan to take on disciples may face unforeseen changes.”

Ye Xinghe shot open his eyes in an instant. Wow, a new disciple has appeared!

Without hesitation, his spiritual energy erupted fiercely, his figure instantly transforming into a dazzling streak of light, shooting toward the horizon like an arrow released from a bow, heading swiftly in the direction of the Ximen family.

This very scene happened to be witnessed by several peak masters leisurely passing through Tongtian Peak.

“Hey, look! Isn’t that Ye Xinghe? At a time like this, running as if his pants are on fire—where is he rushing off to?” the Master of the Divine Medicine Peak sneered, raising his voice with a hint of schadenfreude.

The Master of the Spirit Sword Peak crossed his arms, wearing a face of mockery. “Need to ask? It’s obvious he knows his disciple Zhao Changsheng has no chance in tomorrow’s grand competition. So, he’s running away in shame! That’s all he’s got—pretending to be some kind of deity, but when trouble comes, his true nature shows!”

The Master of the Bright Moon Peak covered his mouth, chuckling softly. “I agree. Everyone’s busily preparing for the competition, and here he is, sneaking away faster than a rabbit. Now the entire sanctuary will have a new joke to laugh at. Even his precious disciple Zhao Changsheng will become a laughingstock.”

Their scornful voices echoed through the mountains.

But Ye Xinghe had no time to entertain such gossip. His speed never faltered, and in a blink, he vanished from their sight.

At this moment, only one thought occupied his heart: he must save the Ximen family before their extermination, and also recruit this new disciple. As for the ridicule of others, there would be time to settle accounts after the rescue and recruitment.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Xinghe arrived above the Ximen household.

Looking down, he saw the brutal scene of battle and furrowed his brows, muttering, “This is bad.”

Ximen Feixue was staggering, barely holding on, desperately shielding his family. The surrounding black-clad attackers pressed in fiercely, about to completely engulf him.

Without hesitation, Ye Xinghe raised his hand and unleashed a massive surge of spiritual power, crashing down like a meteor upon the black-clad attackers. Several were sent flying, dust billowing everywhere.

“Who dares disturb the order!”

The scar-faced man, Hei Wu, roared in response.

He hadn’t taken Ye Xinghe seriously at all, thinking him just some reckless fool who didn’t know his place. He spat out harsh words, “Who’s this blind fool daring to cause trouble before me, the hall master? Better be wise and scram! If not, after I kill all these scraps of the Ximen family, you’ll be next—I’ll grind your bones to dust and scatter your soul to the winds!”

The black-clad men around him cheered, brandishing their blades, yelling wildly, “The hall master’s right! Get lost and don’t interfere, or you’ll regret it!”

Shouts and insults rose in a cacophony.

They had no idea who this man was; the Sima family was notorious for their arrogance and recklessness!

Ye Xinghe hovered midair, his expression cold and lofty, like a god looking down on ants, utterly indifferent to their threats.

He didn’t even move his feet, just raised his hand slightly and waved it through the air. The seemingly casual gesture carried a colossal force of spiritual power.

“Smack!”

A crisp, thunderous slap echoed as if a bolt of lightning had struck.

Hei Wu suddenly felt a sharp pain on his cheek, as if his head had been violently hammered. He spun uncontrollably on the spot, blood spurting from his mouth, teeth flying out amidst the crimson.

His eyes widened in shock. Before he could even react, another “smack” rang out, hitting the other cheek even harder. The blow sent him flying several yards, crashing heavily against a courtyard wall, leaving a massive human-shaped dent. Bricks and stones tumbled down.

Everyone present fell utterly silent, the previously arrogant black-clad men frozen in disbelief, their weapons trembling in their hands, faces pale with terror as they stared at Ye Xinghe.

They could never have imagined that this sudden newcomer would so effortlessly slap their hall master away twice in succession with no chance of retaliation. Who on earth was this man?

Hei Wu struggled to crawl out of the wall dent, staggering to his feet, covered in dust and blood, hair disheveled like a bird’s nest. The arrogance in his eyes was replaced by deep fear.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, trembling, “Who… who exactly are you? How dare you ambush me like this? Have the courage to give your name!”

Ye Xinghe stood with his hands behind his back, slowly descending to the ground. His black robe billowed as if moved by an unseen wind, spiritual energy sparkling around him like stars, radiating an imposing aura.

A faint, contemptuous smile curved his lips. “You think you deserve to ask my name? Fine, I’ll tell you so you die understanding. I am Ye Xinghe of Tongtian Peak. As for this Ximen family today, I guarantee their safety! If you dare harm even a hair on their heads, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

Hearing the name “Ye Xinghe of Tongtian Peak,” Hei Wu’s heart jolted. Though he and the Sima family often bullied others with impunity, he had heard of Tongtian Peak’s name in the sanctuary. It was known that their peak master was the only so-called ‘useless’ person in a hundred years.

A useless man—how formidable could he really be?

Maybe he was just relying on some magical artifact!

Hei Wu had seen such artifacts before.

Yet now, he was trapped on a tiger’s back, unable to back down without losing face before the Sima family and becoming a laughingstock.

He gritted his teeth, forcing confidence, signaling his men to prepare for a coordinated attack. Yet he said aloud, “Ye Xinghe, don’t get arrogant! Even if you are from Tongtian Peak, a strong dragon can’t suppress the local snake. This concerns the Sima family and Miss Lu Qianqiu. If you meddle, aren’t you afraid of bringing disaster on yourself?”

Ye Xinghe seemed to see through his thoughts and sneered, “A flickering firefly dares to compete with the bright moon? You’re nothing but farmyard mutts—how dare you threaten me?”

Before the words could finish, Ye Xinghe flashed, vanishing from where he stood. When he reappeared, he was in the center of the black-clad men’s encirclement.

His hands moved swiftly, forming seals as he chanted softly. Suddenly, from the ground at his feet, towering spiritual spikes erupted like blades of earth piercing the soil, instantly piercing several attackers with blood mist billowing.

Hei Wu panicked, abandoning any plan to ambush and turning to flee. “Brothers, retreat!”

Ye Xinghe would not give him the chance. Raising his hand, he conjured an invisible force that suddenly tugged Hei Wu back, lifting him into the air like a plucked chicken.

“Trying to run? Not so easy. Settle the score first.”

Ye Xinghe’s gaze was deadly, his eyes burning with killing intent. Hei Wu was so terrified he lost control of his bodily functions, his pants soaked as he begged desperately, “Spare me… Master Ye, I didn’t know who you were. Please spare me this once…”