Beast Taming Clan: I Have a Jade Book

Chapter 708: Chapter 526: Xingyi’s Death, Bai Yao Emerges (Double Chapter)

The battle between Nascent Souls was too magnificent, even from a thousand miles away, it had a profound impact.

Even though there were no dark clouds in the sky, Ye Xingyi clearly saw a torrent of rain falling.

The rain splashed on his face, then dripped onto his collar.

It even seeped into his body, the icy touch making Ye Xingyi momentarily forget his grief.

In front of him, a Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator was using a Magic Sword, piercing Ye Xingqing’s left chest.

The sword wasn’t fatal.

But Ye Xingqing, in front of him, suddenly roared, actively making the Magic Sword deviate, slicing even her heart.

To get closer to the latter, at the same time, she attempted to stab the Foundation Establishment with a Magic Sword.

A realm she had never reached in her life.

But Qi Cultivation is just Qi Cultivation, how could it truly kill a Foundation Establishment?

Even if she was at the Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer, just one step away.

Despair filled her eyes, regretting not breaking through to Foundation Establishment, and not even being able to injure a Foundation Establishment on her deathbed.

Ye Xingqing’s gaze in front of Ye Xingyi grew dimmer and dimmer.

As if the rain was washing away all her essence and spirit.

“Die!” Ye Xingyi shouted angrily, howling with fury, he manipulated a Fire Sword, at the same time, there was also a Crimson Magic Banner.

As for defense, he didn’t need defense.

The Clan Token from Ye Jingcheng had delivered a message, and he knew what these people in front of him wanted was not just the Array Foundation.

The Fire Sword missed, and the flames from the Crimson Magic Banner were also blocked by a large golden bell from the other side.

The bell was too large; even though the flames burned it red, it could not burn through, nor could it attack the Cultivator behind the Golden Bell.

Simultaneously, a Tier Two Middle-grade Magic Sword, at some point, was stabbing towards Ye Xingyi’s chest.

He only felt a stabbing pain spread through him.

He did not dodge.

At this moment, he thought only if he could reach the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment, or even the Late Stage, how great it would be.

This scene, just like back then when he wished he could just reach Foundation Establishment.

Except back then, Ye Jingcheng appeared in front of him, gifting him a Foundation Establishment Pill, and even a Spiritual Peach that extended his life by two years.

And today, there was no such miracle.

He could flee, but he feared more that after fleeing, his mind would be controlled, unable even to commit suicide.

At that time, he would bring disaster to the entire clan.

He was already luckier than most of the Ye Clan members.

Ye Haiyi wandered half his life and at his end only heard the Dao of Foundation Establishment; born in the morning and dead by evening, though possessing heroic courage, he never enjoyed the renown of Foundation Establishment, a regret indeed.

Ye Haiyun worked hard for half his life; despite his exquisite skills in Alchemy, when facing the sixty blood barrier, he could only leave in regret, leaving behind a half apricot tree, where he sat in final rest…

“If there’s another life, I will still come to the Ye family to seek a sliver of immortal fate!” Ye Xingyi mumbled, madness flashing in his eyes.

He directly detonated the Soul Ban within his body.

Simultaneously, a Silver Ring appeared in front of him.

This Silver Ring Artifact was clearly set to bind Ye Xingyi.

“Not good!” Several of the Foundation Establishment cultivators exclaimed.

But it was too late, with a roar, Ye Xingyi’s body exploded.

The Silver Ring and a Yellow Bell Artifact were all blasted away.

“You dare kill Uncle Xingyi, I’ll fight you all!” On the scene, only four Ye Clan members remained.

Including Ye Jinhao, all of their eyes were bloodshot.

They were hysterical, yet there was nothing they could do; they weren’t even Foundation Establishments!

“Qingfu, run to Illusion Peak, take these with you!” Ye Jinhao threw several Storage Bags, addressing the youngest Ye Clan member.

And his body, too, charged straight towards the two Foundation Establishment cultivators.

“Prevent him from self-destructing, these Ye family members are all madmen!” Someone hastily reminded.

The other two also rushed forward.

But facing Foundation Establishment Cultivators, they were too powerless.

All three had their Qi Seas torn open by swords, their cultivation entirely crippled, and their bodies were swiftly collected.

And several of the Foundation Establishment cultivators were still eager to pursue, to capture Ye Qingfu.

Yet they saw a figure in a purple dress appear in the distance.

The figure in the purple dress was too ethereal, with a wave of her hand, she blocked Ye Qingfu’s path.

“Am I still too late?” The woman in the purple dress murmured.

She intended to release her long sword once more, but saw the opponent coming from afar, also chasing with a Purple Mansion Cultivator.

Not waiting for her to kill the previous Foundation Establishment, she had to give up.

“Are you capturing them alive, to refine Blood Corpses?” Liu Huan angrily questioned, managing only to retrieve Ye Xingqing’s body.

And she witnessed the latter using a Spirit Beast Bag to collect the three Ye Family Cultivators.

Just as Liu Huan was about to make moves, a Mid-Stage Purple Mansion Cultivator appeared before her as well.

His gaze continuously appraising Liu Huan, seemingly contemplating her demeanor and assessing her capabilities.

“Liu Huan, you’re in the Early Stage Purple Mansion, mind your own business!” The Purple Mansion cultivator clearly recognized Liu Huan, his eyes also revealing a gleam.

After all, to kill a Purple Mansion talent would be a great achievement!

“Take him to a safe place!” The woman in the purple dress who was Liu Huan commanded the disciples at the Foundation Establishment.

“This is the last Clan member of the Jingteng Clan in Taichang Market!” The person nodded repeatedly.

Ye Qingfu nodded, clutching all the Storage Bags, his fingers digging into his flesh, blood blending with the rain, making it all appear viscous.

He gritted his teeth, wanting to rush forward.

But he couldn’t; in his hands was the revenue of the Ye Clan in Taichang Market!

It was the fruit of a year’s Alchemy by Ye Xingyi and the family’s yearly arrangements.

At this moment, he couldn’t control it, tears streaming down his face.