Chapter 417 - Yan Clans Infamy (1/2)

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Thud!

The examiner's body that trembled incessantly smashed against the wall. This was Yan Zaizen's assigned room. With a swift flick, the door was shut behind him.

Rumble!

The skyship still rumbled about chaotically for a few moments before ceasing, someone had obviously gained control of the skybound vessel. Yan Zaizen didn't fear crashing, but he preferred to avoid the many deaths that would follow as a result.

Gently placing the snow-white puppy aside, Yan Zaizen slowly walked forwards to stand directly before the examiner, towering over him with a calm, indifferent gaze. It lacked an innate coldness or hostility, and seemed to truly be apathetic. That gaze left the examiner with a icy-chill through his body, as if his life was deemed meaningless before a god.

”I…” he tried to speak, but Yan Zaizen interrupted.

”I know you want to say some nonsense, but you can hold off on that. I'll first give you some special massages and then we can talk, okay?” A half-smile formed on his lips. Yan Zaizen's palm that was as flawless as jade yet contained the contours of a god-like hand reached out to grab the examiner's shoulder.

Almost immediately, the examiner felt an unfathomable amount of terror within his heart, his eyes brimming with boundless and untold levels of fear. That palm that reached towards him seemed to contain an aura reminiscent of a dreadful reaper!

He had already despaired with his cultivation shattered, and his life no longer his to control, but as a sword cultivator, he had a firm will similar to the unbending steel of his blade. Yet, before this palm, it was as if that firm will which was refined over the course of several hundred years and countless tribulations had been crushed into nothing.

”Wait! Wait!” He wheezed out. His body trembled and Yan Zaizen halted. Sword cultivators were cultivators who possessed some of the most steadiest wills  in existence, but with a little bit of his soul, dao, and vital aura was sufficient to crumble this will. Even a Heavenly Cultivator who devoted their entirety to their sword may not be able to withstand this tactic.

”You know what I want to know, so…” Yan Zaizen kept his halted palm before the examiner, and it was treated like the plague as the examiner kicked backwards, but his back had already reached its limits with the wall behind him, so besides some scrapping marks, he accomplished nothing.

”I! I...Yo-You're a member of the Yan Clan?!” The examiner spat. When he did, his tone had underwent a subtle shift that seemed to be infused with a hint of hatred and discrimination.

Yan Zaizen was briefly taken aback by this, but considering his attempt to slice off his head so decisively after learning his name, he felt it wasn't entirely out of place. So, he merely nodded. In truth, Yan Clan was too generic.

It was a name that many clans had when he was in the Xiantu Realm all those years ago. Therefore, he felt it to be somewhat odd that the Yan name was synonymous with hate in this person's eyes.

A deep gulp later, the examiner said with spittle flying, ”You dare take that name! You deserve death, a thousand times over, an endless number of times. Your soul should be dispersed by spectrals of hell and abolished to never enter reincarnation, tainting it with your filthy bloodline! You dirty, evil thing!”

”...” Now, this startled Yan Zaizen. However, outside of that, he didn't take it personally. Instead, he rubbed his chin and asked, ”You hate the Yan Clan that much? Even if they did that thing, is it worth so much?” He sent out a fishing sentence.