Sword Rises in the Blue Lagoon, Why Are All the Sword Cultivation Families Older Than Old Six?

At this moment, Ye Qihao and Ye Qiwu had already ventured three thousand miles deep into the grassland. The demonic beasts here were already at the fourth level, equivalent to the Nascent Soul Realm of cultivators. Amidst the crisscrossing sword light, several wind wolves were beheaded.

"Brother Hao, slow down! Don't ruin the meat," Ye Qiwu shouted.

"Don't worry, Qiwu. When have I, your Brother Hao, ever failed? We'll grill it later and eat it to replenish our spiritual power," Ye Qihao said with a smile.

"Alright!" Ye Qiwu said excitedly.

"Qiwu, remember this in the future: after leaving the Ye family, try to save resources for the family as much as possible. Don't waste what can be used on the spot, and borrow whenever you can. The Clan Leader is already working hard enough to support our huge family. We must learn to share the Clan Leader's burdens, understand?" Ye Qihao said in an old-fashioned manner.

"Brother Hao, I understand. Share the Clan Leader's burdens," Ye Qiwu nodded solemnly. From then on, the Ye family's duo of wealth accumulators was officially established.

In the countless years that followed, wherever the two of them took the younger generation of the Ye family, there would always be a story or, rather, an incident. As the saying goes, they wouldn't even spare a goose's feather.

In an unknown dense forest, Ye Qifan leaned against a tree branch, holding a wooden sculpture in his left hand and a small, two-inch sword in his right hand, carefully carving a majestic leopard-shaped creature. He occasionally glanced downwards. Clearly, he was watching a leopard-shaped demonic beast pinned to the ground by a sword condensed from spiritual power. Although it was already lifeless, its spirit still remained.

Ye Qifan had loved wood carving since he was a child. Later, he discovered that carving was also beneficial to his understanding of the Sword Dao, so he became even more enthusiastic about carving.

The next day, by a stream, a young woman was holding a paintbrush, depicting the scene in front of her on an easel. Each stroke contained the artistic conception of the Sword Dao. Beside her stood a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy with ordinary looks.

"Third Sister, your painting is so beautiful! How about giving it to me as a treasure?" the boy said.

"Only you, little kid, have a sweet tongue and know how to talk. Your Third Sister will grant your wish," the woman said, then casually made a few strokes, and a picture of a mountain stream fell into the boy's hands. The boy cherished it as if it were a treasure, touching it and looking at it again before putting it into his spatial ring. These two were none other than Ye Qilan, ranked third among the younger generation of the Ye family, and Ye Qian, ranked ninth.

Ten thousand miles away from the stream, in a canyon, a unicorn rhino was killed by a silver-robed young man in two strikes, without any hesitation. Beside him stood a gentle and refined young man with his hands behind his back, saying, "Eighth Brother, your killing intent is still too heavy. You should restrain yourself more in the future."

"Fifth Brother, the Clan Leader said that being kind to the enemy is being cruel to yourself. I will not give the enemy a chance to attack me," the young man said.

These two were Ye Qiwen, ranked fifth among the younger generation, and Ye Qiguang, ranked eighth.

Ye Qiwen chuckled and turned to walk away. "Hey, Fifth Brother, what do you mean by that? Slow down and wait for me. Explain it to me. If it's a big deal, I'll play chess with you in the future if no one else will."

"Alas! With your brain, forget about playing chess. At the very least, you have to distinguish the enemy before you attack. Not all strangers standing in front of you are enemies. Maybe they're just asking for directions, like that unicorn rhino just now. It posed no threat to you or me at all. You see, you killed it without a second thought, which is meaningless for our training. Your nature is bloodthirsty. You must learn to restrain yourself, otherwise, you may develop inner demons in the future," Ye Qiwen said solemnly, turning his head to Ye Qiguang at the end.

"Big Brother also told me once before," Ye Qiguang said hesitantly.

"Big Brother is still the most powerful. He had already given you pointers," the two said, their expressions becoming serious when they mentioned Big Brother. Although Big Brother Ye Qiyuan seemed like a weak scholar who liked to read books, his strength had always been far ahead, whether it was his own cultivation or his Sword Dao realm. Under the hell mode of the Trial Tower, he was always at least three levels higher than the second place.

In the teaching residence of an academy in a small city, a silver-robed young man stood with one hand behind his back, holding an ancient book in his right hand, reciting, "Life in this world is like rootless duckweed. Order is the shackle of man..." More than a dozen young men and women sat below, listening attentively. This person was none other than the Big Brother Ye Qiyuan they spoke of. He had only found this place two months after entering the secret realm. Human cities like this were extremely rare within the secret realm. This was his way of training. Ye Xuan would not actively interfere with the training, after all, everyone has their own path to walk.

On the street, people came and went, and one person looked particularly conspicuous. His temperament showed that he was a young master from some family who had come out to play, with two maids and a servant behind him. Who else could this be but Ye Qi Zhi, ranked seventh among the younger generation of the Ye family.

His appearance was exactly what Ye Xuan had called a 'rich and handsome' in his previous life. A maid carefully asked, "Young Master, have you thought about where to go today?"

"Haven't thought about it yet. Let's wander around first?" Ye Qi Zhi said casually. In fact, these people behind him were all hired by him with spirit stones. He just liked to be surrounded by people and envied by others, but he had no other bad habits.

Deep in the secret realm, Ye Tianqiong also came to a human city and set up a small medical stall to relieve the pain of the people who came and went. He had loved medicine since he was a child, but since Ye Xuan's transmigration, he had rarely had the opportunity to practice it in the family. His Nebula Needle Technique was extremely proficient.

In another human city hundreds of thousands of miles away, Ye Tianchen drunkenly shouted in a tavern, "Waiter, I told you to keep bringing wine, didn't you hear me?"

"Sir, we're just running a small business. If you keep drinking like this, we can't afford it," the waiter said. Ye Tianchen seemed to understand something when he saw more than a dozen empty jars under the table. He took out more than a dozen high-grade spirit stones and put them on the table, saying, "See if this is enough. If it's not enough, I'll make up for it after I finish drinking."

When the waiter saw the high-grade spirit stones with their rich spiritual energy, he quickly put them away. "Enough, enough, sir. I'll go get it right away." The highest cultivation in this city was only at the Dao Integration Realm. Ye Tianchen had hidden his cultivation by two major realms before entering the city. To outsiders, he was just a Transformation God Realm cultivator.

Several sneaky people around saw this scene and immediately turned to leave. After a while, they brought two middle-aged men into the tavern and walked straight to Ye Tianchen's table. Ye Tianchen had noticed them long before they approached, but he pretended not to know. One of them said, "Fellow Daoist is drinking here alone?" Ye Tianchen glanced at them and ignored them. "We brothers also want to ask for a few drinks. I wonder what the Fellow Daoist thinks?" Ye Tianchen didn't even raise his head and said, "Drink whatever you want. It's on me. But if you have other intentions..." As he spoke, his aura burst out, and the sword light flashed, instantly tearing the robes of the men to shreds.

"I don't want to kill anyone today. Don't disturb my peace."