Invincible Little School Doctor

Chapter 2282: Chapter 2282: Establishing Authority

In the blink of an eye, Ye Haochuan killed one person, his expression did not waver in the slightest, his cold eyes turned to stare at the remaining guard.

That guard felt as if his soul had left his body under this gaze, instinctively turning around to flee.

But Ye Haochuan’s speed was faster, instantly catching up to him, grabbing the guard’s throat, lifting him up.

The guard finally felt the despair his companion felt, in the same boundary, his strength compared to Ye Haochuan was like the difference between ants and elephants.

”Stop!” A loud shout suddenly rang out, and a robust figure soared over.

The guard seemed to see his last savior and quickly called out, ”Second Young Master save me!”

The sturdy young man’s face was slightly cold, scrutinizing Ye Haochuan, he said, ”Third Brother, what are you doing?”

This young man was Ye Yichuan’s second brother, Ye Hechan, four years older than Ye Yichuan, but already a True Immortal Late Stage superpower, a truly gifted individual.

Ye Haochuan stared at Ye Hechan, without a trace of fear in his eyes, and countered, ”These two servants dared to ridicule me, their master, shouldn’t they be killed?”

Ye Hechan was somewhat surprised, how had this brother changed so much from the time he left more than ten years ago?

”Even though they are servants, you can’t just kill them at your will, release him!” Ye Hechan’s tone was commanding.

”You say release, so I must release him? You’re a young master of the Ye Family, am I not?” Ye Haochuan said with great interest, suddenly exerting force with his hand, instantly crushing the guard’s neck.

”You...”

Seeing Ye Haochuan disregarding his orders completely, Ye Hechan’s anger flared up, his aura suddenly surged, and a formidable and boundless pressure spread out.

Some of the passing maidservants and attendants around, upon feeling this pressure, crawled to the ground trembling, even some guards with decent strength were not exempt.

The pressure from a True Immortal Late Stage cultivator was already beyond Ye Haochuan’s limit of endurance, it felt like several mountains were pressing half on him, forcing him to kneel down.

However, he clenched his teeth tightly, even though his joints were creaking under the pressure, he still refused to yield, standing proudly.

”How? Father isn’t dead yet, and because of a servant who chose the path to death, you want to kill me, your younger brother?” Ye Haochuan almost uttered each word with difficulty.

Ye Hechan’s brows furrowed slightly, he indeed wanted to crush Ye Haochuan, but if he truly did so, outsiders would definitely talk behind his back.

No matter how useless Ye Yichuan was, or looked down upon by others, he was still a younger brother to him, and he did not want to bear the censure of fratricide.

The overwhelming pressure finally dispersed, it seemed the entire Ye Residence breathed a sigh of relief, those maidservants and attendants who were terrorized by the pressure were getting back to their duties in haste without daring to complain.

Ye Haochuan looked at Ye Hechan indifferently, without hatred or joy.

For some reason, Ye Hechan felt uneasy under his gaze, it seemed his brother had become quite troublesome.

”No matter how troublesome, with such low cultivation, what waves can he stir up? Once Father is gone, this Ye Family belongs to me and Big Brother, he won’t have even a foothold.” Ye Hechan thought secretly, then ignored Ye Haochuan and slowly stepped inside.

Ye Haochuan watched Ye Hechan’s back indifferently, a hint of a smile on his lips.

Sometimes, it’s like this, the more you shrink back, the easier it is for others to bully you. Only when you are assertive will the other party realize that you do have some backing, and naturally won’t dare to bully you again.

This time, Ye Haochuan’s murder was not just impulsive but mainly to establish authority.

The South Sect of the Temple holds a selection every few years, only the nobles of the County Government have the qualification to send their descendants to participate.

Fearing embarrassment, the Ye Family has only let Ye Yichuan’s two brothers participate in the selection over the years, and this time would clearly be no exception.

Ye Haochuan needed to gain the attention of everyone to successfully qualify for the Temple’s South Sect selection. After all, who would think a person who endures being bullied by servants would have the qualification to participate in the Temple’s selection?

Those two guards were unfortunate, usually, Ye Haochuan would not kill them, but when he needed to establish authority, they provoked him, sealing their fate.

The guards coming for a shift change, watched Ye Haochuan from a distance, horror growing in their hearts, realizing this person who was usually bullied was the legitimate young master of the Ye Family, and a true heir.

Though he may not be able to counter the other two young masters, killing their underlings would certainly not bring him any reprimand.

The two walked over frightened, respectfully saluting Ye Haochuan, and only then began dragging away the dead guards.

Ye Haochuan had no intention of lingering further here, stepping toward the courtyard belonging to Ye Yichuan.

During these past few days, he had entered here several times at night under invisibility, long since familiar with the situation in the courtyard.

Along the way, the maidservants and attendants already heard of this young master’s terrifying deeds, none dared show disdain, all obediently moving aside.

Soon, Ye Haochuan arrived at a courtyard overgrown with weeds, located at the edge of the Ye Residence, adjacent to the servants’ quarters.

This was where Ye Yichuan lived before he was sent away.

Outsiders were unaware of the treatment Ye Yichuan received in the Ye Family, thinking he was marginalized due to average talent. Little did they know, it was the opposite; being marginalized restricted him from having enough resources for cultivation, hindering the opportunity for his cultivation to progress.

Opening the door, an elderly man, wearing tattered clothes and hunched over, caught his sight.

This old man was blind, with not a trace of spiritual energy around him, evidently a mere ordinary person.

Upon hearing the door open, he stood up trembling, his voice hoarse and feeble, ”Are you here to kill me? Has that bastard Ye Hongmao decided even the leftover scraps he feeds me are a waste?”

Ye Haochuan’s throat constricted upon hearing this, seemingly envisioning the life the old man led these years.

”Grandfather, it’s Yichuan!” Ye Haochuan softly called.

”Yichuan?”

The old man’s murky eyes suddenly sparkled with a ray of light. But the next moment, he showed terror and hurriedly said, ”Why did you come back? Leave quickly, that bastard Ye Hongmao will kill you!”

Feeling the old man’s genuine concern, Ye Haochuan found himself blending into the role of Ye Yichuan, helping the old man up, with a gentle voice tinged with anger, ”You’ve suffered over the years. Don’t worry, I’m back now, no one will dare bully you anymore.”