Chapter 274: Let the Younger Generation Handle Their Own Fate!

“Ancestor, save me!”

The Champion King, who moments ago had radiated invincible might, now cried out in panicked desperation. The crowd felt a strange mix of emotions at the stark contrast. The shift was jarring, to say the least.

But Ye Chen’s audacity was staggering. To think he would dare to pursue the Champion King’s death in the heart of the Great Chu Empire? It was recklessly arrogant, bordering on foolish. After all, the Great Chu Empire had its Ancestor—a mid-Nascent Soul stage powerhouse. He was in seclusion, not dead. With his descendant facing a life-or-death crisis, he would surely intervene.

Even with Ye Chen’s mastery of a True Dragon Treasure Technique and his unrivaled strength among Golden Core cultivators, the absolute gap in cultivation realms made him no match for the Ancestor. If he stopped now, there might still be room for reconciliation.

The clan elders roared in protest. Li Feihuang, frowning, sent a mental transmission urging Ye Chen to halt. But Ye Chen ignored them all. The chariot, like a blazing meteor, thundered down again, smashing the Champion King’s barely reconstituted body back into two pieces.

The Nirvana power of the Moon Phoenix Body was not limitless. This time, the Champion King’s recovery was agonizingly slow. One more strike, and he would fall for good. He gazed desperately toward the depths of the Great Chu Palace, praying for the Ancestor to emerge from seclusion.

…

Deep within the Great Chu Palace, an old man with white hair and a dragon-embroidered golden robe stood, his presence radiating imperial majesty. His brows furrowed slightly. Unless he was breaking through, his seclusion was not absolute—he remained aware of the outside world. He had known of the turmoil in the Great Chu Empire but had chosen not to interfere unless it threatened the empire’s legacy.

But now, hearing the Champion King’s pleas, he could no longer remain idle. For years, the Li family had ruled Great Chu with an iron law: no Li family member could be killed. Yet here was someone, in full view of the masses, attempting to slaughter the Champion King.

If the Champion King died, what would the outside world think of the Li family? It would sow dissent within their ranks. Moreover, the old man was aging. Rumors of his impending death had already stirred restless ambitions among other factions. This Ye Chen might even be a pawn sent by external forces to test him.

He had to act—to show the world that the Li family was untouchable. And to make Ye Chen understand that no matter how powerful a Golden Core cultivator was, they were still just that: Golden Core.

The old man rose calmly. His deep, weathered eyes flickered with the rise and fall of countless stars as his gaze pierced through the seclusion chamber, through the grand halls, through the Great Chu Palace, and locked onto Ye Chen. He wanted to see which faction dared to stir trouble.

But as his divine vision focused on Ye Chen, Ye Chen seemed to sense it. His own eyes turned toward the palace depths, mist swirling within them as his Heavy Pupil activated…

In the next moment, a muffled groan echoed within the seclusion chamber. Two trails of blood tears streamed from the Ancestor’s eyes. Slowly, he withdrew his gaze, a sudden realization dawning on him. Perhaps his earlier impulse to intervene had been rash and unwise.

He decided that, for now, his priority should be breaking through to the late Nascent Soul stage. The squabbles of the younger generation were beneath his concern. Let them have their fortunes and fates. As for the rumors of his impending death stirring unrest among external forces or dissent among Great Chu’s families? It didn’t matter. He could deal with them later, rooting out the troublemakers in one fell swoop.

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With that, the Ancestor sat cross-legged, shutting out all external noise. He focused entirely on his cultivation, striving toward the late Nascent Soul stage.

…

“Ancestor, save me!”

On the battlefield in the sky, the Champion King’s wail rang out again. His body, once more shattered into two, struggled to mend itself. The Nirvana power of his Moon Phoenix Body was nearly exhausted, his recovery now painfully slow, like a crawling snail. If this continued, he would truly die. Why hadn’t the Ancestor come?