Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

Ye Junlin slowly walked to the window of the palace, gazing at the swirling spiritual energy within the dimensional space, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes once more.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood dripped from between his fingers, but he was completely unaware of it.

Ye Junlin's voice was low and hoarse, carrying a chilling coldness, echoing in the empty palace:

"Tonight, both of you will come with me to the Ye family. I'll show them what despair truly means!"

"Yes, sir!" Jing Ke and Yao Li bowed and said.

……

The night was as dark as ink, and the killing intent surged like a tide.

The entrance to the dimensional space quietly opened a hundred feet outside the Ye family mansion.

Ye Junlin stood in the void, dressed in a black robe. His robes fluttered without wind, and a chilling aura surrounded him.

In those deep eyes, murderous intent surged, so cold it was devoid of any warmth.

Jing Ke and Yao Li followed closely behind, one on the left and one on the right, like two ghostly figures.

Both were dressed in tight-fitting clothes, their auras were restrained, yet they faintly exuded the powerful pressure of the mid-stage Void Realm.

Like two peerless blades about to be drawn from their sheaths, they await only their master's command to drink blood and devour lives.

"Walk."

Ye Junlin uttered a single word, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable resolve.

The next moment, the three figures shot through the night like lightning, hurtling towards the Ye family mansion.

"Bang--!"

With a deafening roar, the vermilion gate of the Ye family, along with the stone lions on both sides, was instantly blasted into dust by a terrifying force, sending fragments flying and dust billowing everywhere.

The guards standing at the gate, who were just dozing off, were suddenly awakened by the loud noise and looked up to see Ye Junlin's familiar figure.

His pupils suddenly contracted, his face drained of color, his legs went weak, and he retreated in fear, his clothes instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"Ye... Ye Junlin?!"

"You...you weren't dead?"

"A ghost! He's a ghost!"

The guards cried out in alarm, their voices filled with fear and disbelief.

A day ago, the patriarch said that Ye Junlin had offended someone he shouldn't have, and that person stated they only wanted to take Ye Junlin's life.

Therefore, all guards were forbidden from going to Ye Junlin's residence if they heard any fighting. Otherwise, they would anger the other side, and the entire Ye family would be wiped out!

Ye Junlin's gaze swept coldly over the group of guards, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever. He simply nodded slightly to Jing Ke beside him.

Jing Ke understood immediately, and with a swift movement, he darted into the guardhouse like a ghost.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

A cold glint flashed, a sharp blade pierced the air, and the scream was abruptly cut short before it could even begin.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of guards fell to the ground, each with a thin bloodstain on their neck.

His eyes were wide open, filled with resentment and fear, and blood gushed out, staining the bluestone path in front of the door red.

Jing Ke sheathed his sword and stood still, his murderous aura receding as if nothing had happened, before retreating back to Ye Junlin's side.

Ye Junlin stepped into the Ye family mansion, his footsteps making a slight sound as they trod into the pool of blood.

He raised his head, his gaze sharp as a knife, piercing through the layers of courtyard, and shouted sternly:

"Ye Zhenting! Come out here and face your death!"

This furious roar, imbued with the spiritual power of a peak innate cultivator, resounded like thunder above the Ye family mansion, shaking the roof tiles and echoing to every corner.

"Who dares to be so audacious as to cause trouble in my Ye family?!"

A furious shout came from the direction of the main courtyard, followed by a series of chaotic footsteps.

Ye Zhenting, along with Ye Hao and several elders, arrived in a rage.

Behind him followed hundreds of Ye family members, each armed and on guard.

When Ye Zhenting saw the person's appearance clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted, and the anger on his face instantly froze.

Instead, there was a profound shock and disbelief: "Ye Junlin?! You...you're actually alive?!"

Ye Hao also saw Ye Junlin's figure clearly. He was stunned for a moment, then a ferocious mocking look appeared on his face.

She shrieked, "Ye Junlin! You piece of trash! Your dantian has been destroyed, and you still dare to come back to die?!"

Ye Zhenting quickly regained his senses, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes, and shouted sharply, "Ye Junlin! How dare you!"

"How dare you bring outsiders into the Ye family mansion and even kill your own guards? Are you trying to rebel?"

"Don't forget, you also have the blood of the Ye family flowing in your veins!"

"The Ye family's blood?"

Ye Junlin seemed to have heard the funniest joke, and suddenly burst into laughter.

The laughter was harsh and mocking, echoing in the silent night, sending chills down the spines of the Ye family.

"Hahaha! The Ye family?!" Ye Junlin abruptly stopped laughing, his icy gaze sweeping over Ye Zhenting and the rest of the Ye family.

His voice was filled with utter hatred, "Born into the Ye family, my parents were murdered by you wolves in sheep's clothing!"

"You won't even let me go. To eliminate me completely, you hired the Blood Killing Pavilion to destroy my dantian, trying to kill me!"

He approached Ye Zhenting step by step, each step feeling as if he were stepping on the hearts of everyone present.

A terrifying pressure spread out: "Now you're telling me I'm a member of the Ye family?! That's an absolute joke!"

"I'm asking you!" Ye Junlin's voice suddenly rose, booming like thunder, "How exactly did my parents die?!"

Ye Zhenting's face alternated between pale and flushed, his eyes flickering uncertainly, yet he stubbornly refused to admit it.

"Nonsense! When did we hire the Blood Killing Pavilion to assassinate you? Besides, your parents clearly died in an accident while exploring the secret realm. Don't spout such nonsense!"

"Slander? You know perfectly well whether you're slandering or not." Ye Junlin sneered.

Ye Hao stepped forward, pointing an arrogant finger at Ye Junlin's nose, "Ye Junlin, stop putting on airs! So what if we hired someone to kill you?"

"You're nothing but a useless piece of trash with your dantian completely destroyed! If you know what's good for you, kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistakes, and maybe I can beg my father to spare your dog's life!"

"waste?"

Ye Junlin's lips curled into a cold smile, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Before Ye Hao could react, Ye Junlin's figure blurred, appearing before him like a ghost.

With his right hand forming a palm, he slapped Ye Hao hard across the face with a whooshing sound.

“Pah!”

A crisp sound echoed throughout the courtyard.

Ye Hao was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

He crashed hard into a stone pillar with a dull thud and passed out.

"Hao'er!"

Upon seeing this, Ye Zhenting's eyes widened in fury, a flash of crazed killing intent appearing in them.

He never expected that Ye Junlin, despite having his dantian destroyed, would still possess such formidable strength!

"You little brat, you're asking for death!"

Ye Zhenting roared, his spiritual power surging, and the pressure of a late-stage Grandmaster swept out.

With a sharp, forceful blow, his palm struck Ye Junlin's chest, intent on killing him.

"Do you think you can still kill me now?"

Ye Junlin snorted coldly, his eyes filled with disdain.

Just then, a slender figure darted out like a ghost; it was Yao Li.

His eyes were as cold as ice. With a flick of his wrist, a dagger gleaming with a cold light appeared in his hand. He thrust the dagger forward, meeting Ye Zhenting's palm.

A sword piercing the heart!

This sword strike was as fast as lightning, cunning and ruthless, containing the terrifying power of a mid-stage Void Realm cultivator.

"Pfft!"

The dagger pierced Ye Zhenting's palm without any resistance, and blood gushed out.

"ah--!"

Ye Zhenting let out a piercing scream, feeling a piercing pain sweep through his entire body. He felt as if all his strength had been drained, and staggered back several steps.

Staring at Yao Li in horror, his eyes filled with fear: "Cave...Void Realm?! You...who exactly are you people? Why are you helping Ye Junlin?!"

The elders also saw this scene clearly, and their faces turned pale and they trembled all over, their previous arrogance completely gone.

A Void Realm expert!

This is Qingfeng City's top combat force!

How could Ye Junlin know such a terrifyingly powerful expert?!

Ye Junlin slowly walked up to Ye Zhenting, looking down at him.

His eyes were as cold as ice, and his voice carried a chilling edge.

"Now you can speak."

"How exactly did my parents die?"