Invincible Sword God

**Qingcheng, Ye Family Ancestral Hall.** "Ancestors above, Ye Xuan is untalented and unvirtuous... From this moment on, Ye Xuan is stripped of his position as the family heir, and Ye Lang shall inherit it instead." The speaker was an elderly man dressed in black robes. Not far behind the elder stood a young man with a faint smile on his lips. This person was none other than Ye Lang. On either side of the hall stood the elders of the Ye family. "Why!" At that moment, a timid voice suddenly rang out in the ancestral hall. Everyone turned to look. At the entrance stood a little girl, about twelve or thirteen years old. Her small hands tightly clutched the hem of her skirt, her face pale with a sickly hue, making her appear weak. Her eyes carried a trace of fear. This little girl was named Ye Ling, Ye Xuan's younger sister. Upon hearing that the family intended to strip Ye Xuan of his position, she had rushed over despite her illness. The black-robed elder frowned. "Ye Ling, what are you doing?" The little girl named Ye Ling bowed slightly to the people in the hall and said timidly, "Grand Elder, my brother Ye Xuan is the heir. Why are you removing him without cause?" The Grand Elder coldly glanced at Ye Ling. "This is a family matter. What right do you have to speak? Leave!" Ye Ling, clearly intimidated, dared not meet the Grand Elder's gaze. However, she did not leave. Instead, she mustered her courage and stepped further into the hall. She bowed once more to the elders on both sides. "Honored elders, my brother is currently at Nan Mountain, fighting the Li family for the mining rights. He is risking his life for the family, and his fate is unknown. Yet, at this very moment, the family is stripping him of his position as heir on baseless grounds. This is truly unfair." "Outrageous!" The Grand Elder suddenly roared, "Whether he is removed or not is not for a little girl like you to decide. Guards, drag her away!" At that moment, the newly appointed heir, Ye Lang, suddenly chuckled. "She should be given thirty lashes as a warning!" The Grand Elder coldly agreed, "Then thirty lashes it is!" Soon, two Ye family guards rushed in. Ye Ling clenched her fists, her voice filled with indignation. "This is unfair! My brother has risked his life for the family for so many years. Even now, he is fighting for the family. How can the family treat him like this?" One of the guards glanced at the new heir, Ye Lang, sensing an opportunity to prove his loyalty. The guard sneered, "Ye Lang becoming the heir is the will of the people. What are you shouting about?" With that, he raised his hand and slapped Ye Ling across the face. *Slap!* A crisp sound echoed through the hall. Ye Ling's right cheek instantly swelled, but she did not cry. Instead, she tightly covered her face. Ye Lang glanced at the guard and smiled. "What's your name?" The guard quickly bowed. "This humble servant is Zhang Mu, at your service, Young Master Heir." Ye Lang nodded. "You did well. After I become the heir, I will need ten personal guards. You shall be one of them." Hearing this, Zhang Mu was overjoyed and bowed deeply. "This servant is willing to go through fire and water for you, Young Master Heir, even at the cost of my life!" Ye Lang nodded slightly. "Take her away. She disrupted the ancestral hall. Show no mercy, understand?" Zhang Mu glanced at Ye Lang and, seeing the murderous intent in his eyes, understood. He grabbed Ye Ling by the hair and began dragging her out. At that moment, Zhang Mu suddenly stopped, as if he had seen something. Everyone in the ancestral hall turned their gaze toward the entrance. Not far outside the hall, a young man was approaching. He wore a tight-fitting robe, now tattered and stained with blood. This person was none other than Ye Xuan, who had rushed back from Nan Mountain! Seeing Ye Xuan, Ye Lang's lips curled into a cold smile. Inside the hall, the elders frowned. The Grand Elder narrowed his eyes, his expression dark and unreadable. In the distance, when Ye Xuan saw Zhang Mu dragging Ye Ling, his face twisted with rage. "Who gave you the audacity to lay a hand on my sister?" Zhang Mu, upon seeing Ye Xuan, paled. He quickly looked to Ye Lang, about to speak, when Ye Xuan suddenly lunged at him like a tiger. Before Zhang Mu could react, Ye Xuan's fist slammed into his face. *Thud!* Zhang Mu's head spun, and he staggered backward. But Ye Xuan was not done. He charged at Zhang Mu again. At that moment, Ye Lang from inside the hall suddenly shouted, "Ye Xuan, he is my man. How dare you—" Ye Xuan suddenly stomped on Zhang Mu's chest. *Thud!* Zhang Mu spat out a mouthful of blood. Seeing this, Ye Lang's face turned extremely ugly. Ye Xuan looked up at him, his expression savage. "Your man?" With that, he stomped on Zhang Mu's face. Zhang Mu wailed, "Young Master Heir, save me, save me..." Ye Xuan ignored Zhang Mu's cries for help. He walked over to Ye Ling and, seeing her condition, felt as if his heart were being torn apart. His fists clenched, and his entire body trembled slightly. When Ye Ling saw Ye Xuan, tears welled up in her eyes. "Brother, it hurts, it hurts so much..." Hearing this, Ye Xuan's expression turned even more ferocious. In the next moment, he rushed back to Zhang Mu and kicked him in the head. *Thud!* Zhang Mu's head slammed against the stone steps. Everyone in the hall was stunned. But Ye Xuan was not finished. He suddenly turned to Ye Lang, his voice filled with menace. "You dare lay a hand on my sister?" With that, he charged straight at Ye Lang. Inside the hall, the Grand Elder's face changed. "Outrageous!" With that, he tapped the ground with his foot and slid in front of Ye Xuan, then thrust his palm toward him. The palm strike carried a fierce gust of wind, sharp and piercing. Ye Xuan's lips curled into a savage smile. His right hand clenched into a fist, and in an instant, the sleeve of his right arm was torn apart by the force of his strike. He met the Grand Elder's palm head-on. *Boom!* The two forces collided, and the Grand Elder was sent flying backward, crashing into a wall. Ye Xuan stood tall, his voice cold and resolute. "I, Ye Xuan, accept any challenge from anyone in the family." With that, he stared directly at Ye Lang. "I challenge you!" Ye Lang narrowed his eyes and smiled. "A challenge? Fine. But we must take it to the Death Arena. Do you dare?" Death Arena! The hall erupted in murmurs. Within the Ye family, if there were irreconcilable conflicts between members, they could resolve them in the Death Arena. Once on the Death Arena, life and death were in one's own hands. Ye Xuan sneered. "Let's go, then. To the Death Arena!" Ye Lang, however, shook his head. "One month from now, we will meet on the Death Arena. By then, the family head will have emerged from seclusion. He can witness our duel, so no one can accuse us of foul play." Ye Xuan thought for a moment, then nodded. "Agreed!" With that, he said nothing more. He picked up Ye Ling and walked out of the ancestral hall. Watching Ye Xuan and Ye Ling leave, the Grand Elder turned to Ye Lang. "He has been fighting to the death with others outside for years. His combat skills are formidable. Are you confident?" Ye Lang's lips curled into a savage smile, his eyes filled with murderous intent. "I have just awakened, and my soul has not fully merged with this body. Otherwise, crushing him would be as easy as crushing an ant! One month from now, there will be no one in Qingcheng who can stand against me!" Hearing this, the Grand Elder nodded slightly and smiled. "Good." With that, he turned to an elder beside him and whispered, "The people I sent to Nan Mountain have not returned. Ye Xuan's pale complexion seems unusual. Ye Ku, go investigate what happened to Ye Xuan at Nan Mountain." The elder nodded and left. ... Ye Xuan carried Ye Ling back to his courtyard and gently placed her on the bed. He softly rubbed her still-swollen cheek and asked gently, "Does it hurt?" Ye Ling wiped the tears from her face. "No, it doesn't hurt anymore! Brother, why did they strip you of your position as heir? You've risked your life for the family. Just because Ye Lang is the 'Chosen One,' they can remove you? This is so unfair!" Ye Xuan shook his head and gently rubbed Ye Ling's still-red cheek. "There's no such thing as fair or unfair. This time, it's my fault for not being able to protect you, for letting you get hurt." Ye Ling shook her head, tears streaming down her face again. "No, it's my fault. I'm useless. I can't help you at all. I'm just a burden to you." Ye Xuan smiled softly and gently tapped Ye Ling's nose. "Silly girl, I'm your brother. It's my duty to protect you, understand?" Ye Ling leaned up and gently kissed Ye Xuan's forehead. "Brother, when I get better, I want to train too. I want to protect you!" Ye Xuan chuckled and gently ruffled Ye Ling's hair. "Alright, I'll definitely cure your illness! It's late now. Get some rest." Ye Ling nodded. "I want to hear a story." Ye Xuan smiled. "Once upon a time, there was a mountain. On the mountain, there was a temple. In the temple, there was a..." Ye Ling rolled her eyes at Ye Xuan. "Brother, you've been telling me this story for years. But... I still like hearing it." Half an hour later, Ye Ling fell asleep. After tucking her in, Ye Xuan sat on the floor beside the bed. He lifted his robe, revealing a long scar on his abdomen that was still bleeding. In his fight with the Li family over the mining rights, he had battled twelve people. In a moment of carelessness, he had been ambushed by a mysterious figure. Although he had killed the attacker, the enemy's blade had pierced his dantian. His dantian was likely shattered. A shattered dantian! Ye Xuan slowly closed his eyes. This meant he could only cultivate his physical body. He would never reach the sixth level of Qi Transformation, let alone higher realms. But the inability to cultivate was the least of his worries. Ye Xuan glanced at Ye Ling, who was still pale under three layers of blankets, yet still shivering from the cold. She suffered from a cold-induced illness. Ye Ling had been afflicted by a cold when she was young, leaving her body perpetually weak. If Ye Xuan had not fought tooth and nail to become the family heir and earn the family's favor, securing monthly medicinal meals and pills for her, she would have died long ago. Ye Xuan clenched his fists. Now that he was no longer the heir, would the family continue to provide Ye Ling with her medicine? Moreover, Ye Ling's condition was worsening. The only way to cure her was to seek treatment at the Cangmu Academy in the capital of the Jiang Kingdom, which housed the best physicians in the land. However, to enter Cangmu Academy, one had to reach the Qi Mastery Realm before the age of eighteen. Ye Xuan had been on track to achieve this, as he still had six months before turning eighteen. But now, with his dantian shattered, reaching the Qi Mastery Realm was nearly impossible. At this thought, Ye Xuan turned to look at Ye Ling, who was now deep in sleep. "No matter the cost, I will cure you!" After a moment, as if remembering something, he pulled out a black ring from his pocket. This ring had been left to him by his mother. His memories of her were hazy, as she had left when he was ten. That day, at the back gate of the Ye residence, his mother had held him tightly, tears streaming down her face. Not far behind her stood a man in black robes. In fact, the man was not standing—he was floating! In Ye Xuan's memory, the man had said, "Miss, if we don't leave now and the family head finds out about the young master's existence, his wrath could bring calamity to this world. The young master may not survive." Hearing this, his mother had gently pushed him away and secretly slipped the ring into his pocket. "Xuan'er, take good care of Ling'er and yourself. Don't hate me..." With those words, she had turned and left with the black-robed man. Ye Xuan had stood there in a daze, then frantically chased after them. But he could not catch up, for the black-robed man and his mother had flown away. He had chased and chased until he could run no more, but his mother had not looked back. She and the black-robed man had disappeared into the horizon. Now, Ye Xuan returned to the present. He tightly gripped the black ring in his hand. His hand was already injured, and the pressure caused the wound to reopen. A drop of blood fell onto the black ring. Suddenly, the ring trembled. Ye Xuan was startled and looked down at the ring in his hand. In that instant, the ring transformed into a black light and shot into his forehead. In a flash, Ye Xuan vanished from the spot. When he reappeared, he was in an endless starry sky. Before him floated a massive black tower, twelve stories high, suspended in the void. Four enormous black chains, as thick as pillars, bound the tower. At the very top of the tower were three swords. The entire tower was dark and ominous. Ye Xuan suppressed his shock and looked at the entrance to the first floor. Above it were two blood-red characters: "Prison of Realms." On either side of the entrance were two lines of blood-red text, resembling a couplet. On the left: "Imprisoning Heaven, Earth, and all divine demons." On the right: "Sealing Dao, Fate, and all immortals of the myriad realms."