C4 (1/2)

This completely black iron spear had the appearance of a marquis, and the iron spear was the same as Ye Canghai as he roamed the world slashing his sword into demons. It could be said that this spear had accompanied Ye Canghai through countless of humiliations.

A day's time was more than enough for a rusty weapon to be sharpened to the point of incomparable brilliance.

The iron spear in Ye Canghai's hand.

The cold light of the spear had been sharpened to an incomparable sharpness. With a light swing, it could even break the air.

But he didn't think it was enough.

Ye Canghai looked at the incomparably sharp spear tip. Even though the spear tip was sharp and shiny, he still felt that this iron spear was embroidered.

Rust.

It was almost impossible to see.

Otherwise, why would his second brother Ye Chong, who treated him as a thorn in his side, agree that his son Ye Dongfeng deserved to be put to death, and used to apologize to Song Family of the Prominent Class? Otherwise, why would the leader of the Ye family, Ye Haishan, have such an attitude. Even though he had endured his arrogance, he was still unwilling to let his son out of the Ice Prison. He could only obediently live and suffer in this incomparably cold second floor of the Ice Prison?

His son Ye Dongfeng made a huge mistake, stealing a Fifth-grade Song Family pill, and then kicking the Song Family Elder.

His son, Ye Dongfeng, did not think much about progress, and had his Martial Veins severed, so he was just a cripple. Ye Canghai did not think of trying to explain himself.

But so what?

That was his son. Even if he had committed a great sin and pierced a hole in the sky, he was still the child of Ye Canghai, the Iron Blood Martial Marquis.

How could he watch his son suffer inside the Ice Prison without doing anything?

Ye Canghai was unwilling.

If he insisted, then he had asked his Ye Canghai.

He had asked about the metal spear in his hand.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The strength behind the sharpening of the spear in Ye Canghai's hands increased, the veins on his forehead were popping up, Ye Canghai held the completely black iron spear in his hands, like an enraged tiger, ready to burst out and devour any moment.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of knocking on the door rang out.

Ye Canghai raised his eyebrows. He had already instructed a long time ago that no one was to disturb him from sharpening his spear. And the only people who had the guts to do so were their eldest daughter Ye Nichang and their manager, Hong Tao. But Ye Canghai did not care about it, he concentrated on tempering the iron spear in his hands.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The door was knocked again.

Master, master!

Hong Tao knocked on the door with all his might and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Uncle Hong, didn't I tell you before that I need to be careful for a day. Feng'er was still suffering within the Ice Prison. Even if he had a Grade Three Life Pill, how could a cripple with a broken Martial Vein be able to endure the pain? Are you not going to listen to me? Ye Canghai held onto his iron spear, and said angrily.

Old master, old master, young master is different. Lord, quickly open the door. This old servant will explain in detail.

Hong Tao waved his hands excitedly.

Hearing that, Ye Canghai was startled.

He suddenly opened the door and saw his steward, Hong Tao, looking at him with excitement.

Ye Canghai didn't understand, but Hong Tao was extremely excited, and immediately revealed everything that had happened inside the Ice Prison, and when he heard that Ye Dongfeng had used his power to suppress others, and even allowed Hong Tao to slap Li Chengquan, Ye Canghai was greatly shocked.

When had his son had such guts?

You want three days? What was the east wind planning?

Ye Canghai held the iron spear in his hands and slowly exerted force with his hands.

On this day, Ye Dongfeng closed his eyes and dozed off, sleeping soundly.

The cold energy that was everywhere in the second floor of the Ice Prison seemed to be unable to approach his body.

After an unknown period of time.

Ye Dongfeng opened his eyes. A bright light flashed in his eyes, as if it could pass through endless cold mist.

In front of him, the slovenly Old Man appeared once again. He stared at Ye Dongfeng as if he was looking at a brand-new continent, filled with a strange color. The thin piece of paper in his hand let out a ”hualala” sound under the cold air. Ye Dongfeng swept his eyes over it and immediately knew that he was living on this piece of paper.

There's a result?

Ye Dongfeng asked.

Did you already know? Junior, how did you do that?

The sloppy Old Man stared at Ye Dongfeng for a while.

When he saw the calm expression on the latter's face, he was unable to remain calm for the moment.

To tell the truth, this was the first time Ye Yi Long felt such disbelief after living for so long.

He knew the young man in front of him. A day's time was enough for Ye Zhuilong to get to know him thoroughly. Son of Ye Canghai, his meridians would never be able to cultivate the martial way, he was just like a cripple. A few days ago, he was caught stealing a fifth grade Song Family pill on the spot and was viewed as a humiliation to the clan by everyone in the Ye Family.

Yet, it was this cripple who was supposed to be useless.

He actually knew this Grand Elder who had Ye Family. Furthermore, he possessed the methods to cure the world's three most highly toxic poisons, the Heaven's Trap Dragon's Poison?