Nine Revolutions Star Technique-Chapter 405 - 407: The Arrogant Young Master

"Mr. Ye!" "Mr. Ye!" "Mr. Ye!"

As Ye Qingchen walked along, the servants in the Jiang Mansion immediately restrained themselves and respectfully bowed.

If there were those who didn't recognize him or were puzzled, they'd be quickly pulled aside and discreetly informed. Upon hearing, they'd immediately display an expression of awe and hurriedly bow.

Even Elder Gu had altered his previous disdainful demeanor.

Originally.

He thought this young man should find no way out in the Eastern Domain and hence came to their Jiang Family to try and climb the social ladder. But after witnessing Ye Qingchen's skills, he realized his ideas were completely mistaken.

The other party didn't need to rely on the Jiang Family at all!

With a silent sigh, Elder Gu composed his thoughts and said:

"Young Master Ye, Miss is waiting for you ahead!"

Ye Qingchen nodded slightly, proceeded with his hands behind his back, and upon exiting the door, he saw Jiang Churan, dressed in a white skirt with a black waistband, looking coldly alluring.

Upon seeing Ye Qingchen, Jiang Churan immediately excitedly approached, "You promised me before that you'd accompany me for a stroll, today you can't back out!"

"Alright, alright!" Ye Qingchen smiled wryly and nodded.

Ye Qingchen stayed at the Jiang Family for seven days.

These seven days were naturally not spent idly; every day, besides sending Su Muzhe to gather information on the Celestial God Sect, he alleviated the Yin Evil Qi within Jiang Yuntian's body and even casually cured Purple Cloud's cold poison.

Accompanying Jiang Churan was naturally postponed again and again.

Perhaps sensing that Ye Qingchen was about to leave, Jiang Churan particularly cherished this time.

"Why is it so lively today?" Su Muzhe looked at the bustling street and couldn't help but ask curiously.

Jiang Churan explained, "Elder Su, this is the Martial Arts Exchange Conference led by the Han, Shen, and Li Families of the Celestial Sea Continent. Cultivators from Southern Heaven and Northern Sea will gather here. You can also see how it differs from the Eastern Domain's Martial Arts Exchange Conference."

"I see!" Su Muzhe nodded.

He had been cultivating in isolation in the Eastern Domain for decades. If it weren't for the Celestial God Sect's invasion, he might have been in permanent retreat. Having remained still for too long, he hadn't participated in a Martial Arts Exchange Conference for quite a while.

And then.

The spacious Ten-mile-long Street was full of cultivators, some displaying little items they acquired, setting up stalls for sale. Among these were various pills and weapons.

Passing cultivators picked and chose among the stalls, walking and pausing, the calls of vendors and haggles making the entire street lively.

What a Martial Arts Exchange Conference!

Walking along the Ten-mile-long Street, Ye Qingchen noticed that the street was filled with cultivators, all with noteworthy cultivation levels. Among them were even those at the Celestial Saint Fourth, Fifth Layer.

Clearly.

This was because the Western Domain hadn't suffered the calamity of fallen meteor fire, and the strongest cultivators hadn't been lost, preserving their legacies well.

…

Not far away.

There were also a few youths gathered, casually strolling. The group walked along, laughing.

"Young Master Zhao, why did you return from a sea trip with Jiang Churan and become as timid as a quail? These days you don't even dare to go out?"

A youth within the crowd was being mocked by the others, the subject of ridicule being Zhao Qinglong. Ever since returning from the sea, he stayed indoors, barely daring to step out of his family's compound, as if he had lost his soul.

Listening to the crowd's teasing, Zhao Qinglong could only offer a helpless smile and shake his head. But inwardly, he mused: 'If only you saw Ye Qingchen's spectacle of stepping on the heavens and slashing the dragon, you'd be even more shaken than me.'

Thinking of this, he sighed even more.

Since returning, he'd sought means to resolve the Sword Qi within him. Shockingly, his family elders and tributor couldn't detect, let alone resolve, it.

Many elders thought he had seen a ghost, and chastised him intensely.

Only then did he comprehend why Ye Qingchen was so confident.

"By the way, has something happened with Jiang Churan lately? Why haven't we seen her?" A slightly older youth asked within the group.

This young man's demeanor was extraordinary, faintly leading the gathered youth. His name was Li Haoceng, whose family status was the highest among them, counted among the top even in the entire Celestial Sea Continent.

"Additionally, I've heard that recently, an Eastern Domain kid has been constantly by her side!"

At this.

Li Haoceng's eyes filled with a hint of sinister shadow.

Everyone present was an admirer of Jiang Churan, the Jiang Family's vast assets were enticing to all. Jiang Churan always seemed disinterested in everyone, but her apparent closeness to this kid stirred jealousy within them.

"That's right, I think his name is Ye Qingchen." Another youth snorted coldly, "I've heard he cured Jiang Yuntian's ailment, and now the Jiang Family treats him with unparalleled respect."

"Just him?"

With that, Li Haoceng sneered coldly, "Jiang Yuntian's ailment isn't something ordinary, even Master Purple Cloud was helpless, how could a mere youth cure it? Perhaps it was sheer coincidence!"

These days, rumors about Ye Qingchen were numerous, mostly about his treatment of Jiang Yuntian, they scoffed at it. If Master Purple Cloud was powerless against it, how could a young boy possibly?

The others nodded repeatedly.

Clearly disbelieving such rumors.

"Are you planning to trouble Ye Qingchen?" Hearing the tone of several, Zhao Qinglong's eyes flashed with a hint of fear, "Listen to me, don't provoke that kid, lest you bite off more than you can chew. Do you know, he stepped onto the sea heaven and slashed a dragon, that enormous dragon tortoise was split in two by him!"

Shivering with fear, Zhao Qinglong was aware his life was still held by Ye Qingchen's hand, hiding was his priority, daring not to confront trouble.

"Is that so?" Li Haoceng replied, seemingly amused, "Even if a Perched Eagle came from the Eastern Domain to the Celestial Sea Continent, I'm unafraid. You say he can step on the heaven and slay dragons; I want to see if he truly possesses such skill!"

"Once I meet him, I'll see if this kid really has three heads and six arms to enchant Jiang Churan and make her believe such nonsense." A burly youth sneered.

"I wonder if his Eastern Domain techniques are more formidable, or our Western Domain divine skills are broader." The earlier youth remarked, shaking his head.

The group laughed.

These youths feared neither the sky nor the earth.

And how could they not know that even a Strongest Celestial Saint couldn't easily slay a Celestial Saint Eighth Layer dragon tortoise? Much less a young man from the Eastern Domain?

Zhao Qinglong's eyes were filled with terror, never imagining his words only fueled these youths' morale. Before witnessing the feats, he too wouldn't believe anyone could defeat a Celestial Saint Eighth Layer dragon tortoise.

At this moment.

A youth's gaze swept over the long street, his eyes suddenly sharpening:

"Isn't that Jiang Churan? Could the one beside her be Ye Qingchen?"

…

"There are indeed many curious things here!"

Walking the street, Ye Qingchen continuously scanned the stalls, nodding with satisfaction.

Yet with his now advanced cultivation, he naturally had little interest in these trinkets.

Estimating these would only be liked by Ye Qing...

Thinking of Ye Qing.

Ye Qingchen's gaze dimmed slightly, during the battle at Abyssal Valley, he narrowly overcame Mo Luo Celestial Saint. Ye Qing, to save him, went with Yu Luoxuan to the Snow Divine Palace, he wondered how she was now!

However.

Lost in thought, suddenly a wildly arrogant voice came from beside him:

"Are you the Ye Qingchen?"

Ye Qingchen frowned slightly, looking up to see that a group of dissolute youths had somehow gathered ahead. Among them, Zhao Qinglong looked pale, barely whispering as he hid within the crowd, not daring to meet eyes.

Leading them, a youth dressed in luxurious attire held an arrogant gaze and posture as he faced him.