NFBE Chapter 251 Yan Ze's Past
Chapter 251 Yan Ze's Past
The red jade bracelet crumbled into powder little by little, falling to the ground with a "rustling" sound.
"No!" Yan Ze's eyes reddened slightly as he rushed forward to snatch the bracelet, but Xie Wan Ning quickly dodged, giving Yan Ze no chance at all.
Yan Ze reached out, bent down and picked up the powder, tears welling in his eyes, crying like a child who had lost candy.
Xie Wanning looked coldly at Yan Ze and said, word by word, "Yan Ze, I burned down the room where you kept my mother's belongings, as well as the Phoenix Perch Courtyard."
Yan Ze was so angry that he trembled all over. His hands kept clenching and unclenching at his sides, his nails digging deep into his palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks.
"Xie Wanning, you're asking for death!"
Yan Ze moved with lightning speed, lunging forward and flicking his wrist to send his sword slicing through the air, aiming straight for Xie Wan Ning's throat. The sword strike was so fast that it seemed to tear a hole in the air, hissing as it struck.
"Bang!"
Luo Ze Sword was placed horizontally in front of Xie Wan Ning, while Gui Chen Sword flew directly towards Yan Ze, bypassing Yan Ze's defense like a serpent and swiftly stabbing towards his chest. The sword's momentum carried an indomitable spirit, as if it wanted to pierce through all obstacles in its path.
Yan Ze could only block the Returning Dust Sword with his hands.
"Freeze!"
The cold frost spread along Luo Ze's sword to Yan Ze's body. The biting cold made Yan Ze shiver. His body gradually stiffened, and his limbs seemed to be bound by an invisible force. Every movement became extremely difficult. He could only struggle slightly, but he could not break free from the frost's restraint.
Xie Wanning picked up the Luoze Sword, her gaze icy, her arm muscles tense, and she gathered all her strength into this strike.
The sword sliced through the air with a hissing sound, like the whisper of death.
Yan Ze couldn't dodge in time and watched helplessly as the sword tip approached. At that moment, time seemed to freeze. Then, the sharp sword tip pierced his chest with unerring accuracy.
Xie Wan Ning's light blue eyes held only a deep killing intent; her eyes were like a bottomless, icy pool, so deep that they chilled one to the bone.
“These are the same eyes as your father’s. I should have killed you the moment I found you. Even if you are Feng Qi’s child, you are still a bastard.” Yan Ze gritted his teeth and forced out the words, his breathing becoming rapid, and the color draining from his face.
Xie Wan Ning looked at Yan Ze, stretched out her hand, and a crimson flame appeared in the middle of her palm.
The flames were flung at Yan Ze, igniting him instantly. Yan Ze was reduced to ashes in agony.
Xie Wanning breathed a sigh of relief, as if a weight had been lifted from her heart.
She would never be controlled again; she was free.
Mother, she did it.
However, he can't escape.
A cold glint flashed in Xie Wanning's eyes, and a phoenix fire ignited in her hand, within which was a soul.
Yan Ze's soul.
"What are you going to do?" Yan Ze's soul trembled as he uttered a weak voice.
Xie Wanning remained silent, but intensified the flames in her hands.
She saw Yan Ze's past.
"Mother, how well do you think I'm practicing my swordsmanship?" Seven-year-old Yanze looked up at Su Yi expectantly.
"How long did you practice today?" Su Yi asked coldly.
“Five hours,” Xiao Yanze said weakly, lowering his head. “I started practicing swordsmanship as soon as I got up this morning, Mother. I didn’t slack off.”
"Then keep practicing. You've only learned the third move of the Azure Cloud Sword Technique. It's too slow." Su Yi shook her head in disappointment.
“But…” Yan Ze hesitated. Even his father’s eldest disciple had spent a year learning the third move of the Qingyun Sword Technique, while he had only been learning the Qingyun Sect’s sword techniques for less than a month.
"Give me your hand." Su Yi suppressed the anger in her voice.
Yan Ze shuddered and reached out his hand.
Immediately afterwards, the rattan cane lashed his hand.
Yan Ze held back his tears as he heard angry shouts: "Are you so proud? Xiao Ze, if you don't learn the Qingyun Sect's swordsmanship sooner, why would your father even give you a second glance?"
The voice gradually became choked with sobs, and Yan Ze felt a sharp pain in his heart. He looked up and saw his mother's red-rimmed eyes.
"Mother, I will definitely learn the Qingyun Sword Technique as soon as possible, and I will definitely become the sword master of the Qingyun Sect," Yan Ze promised.
"Okay, Xiaoze, everything depends on you." Su Yi put away the rattan cane and patted Yan Ze's head.
Three years later.
Yan Ze defeated three disciples of Yan Yuan, the leader of the Qingyun Sect. He knelt before Yan Yuan and said, "Father, may I become your personal disciple?"
Yan Yuan shook his head.
"Why? My swordsmanship is clearly superior to theirs, and I am qualified to serve as the chief disciple of the Qingyun Sect."
"You are too impetuous and cannot become the top disciple of Qingyun Sect."
Yan Ze stood there, stunned. He clearly spent ten hours every day practicing swordsmanship. How could he be so impetuous!
He looked up at Yan Yuan with resentment.
He was about to argue when a tremendous pressure suddenly came crashing down on him.
"puff!"
Blood gushed from the corner of his mouth.
Yan Ze felt as if his body was being torn apart by countless forces at the same time, every inch of his skin and every bone was groaning in pain. His head felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer, a wave of dizziness and excruciating pain washing over him, and he saw stars before his eyes.
A piercing pain shot through my ribs, making it extremely difficult to breathe. Each inhale felt like tearing at my wounds, and all the muscles in my body ached from the violent impact, as if they were being pricked by a thousand needles.
He lay on the ground, rolling around incessantly, trying to ease the pain, but to no avail; he could only let out painful groans.
Yan Yuan simply stood there, not even glancing at Yan Ze.
Yan Yuan didn't even look at Yan Ze until he fainted from the pain.
In a daze, Yan Ze felt someone holding him. When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on the bed, but there was no one in front of him.
He struggled to his feet and moved to the doorway.
But then they heard arguing outside the door.
"Yan Yuan, are you even human? That's your child! How could you do this?!"
It's my mother's voice.
Yan Ze felt a moment of peace, while waiting for his father's explanation.
Perhaps his father was just too strict and wanted to test his cultivation progress. His father certainly didn't mean to use pressure to bully him.
Yan Ze held the highest hopes for this father whom he had only met a few times.
However, Yan Yuan did not respond.
“Yan Yuan, I know you don’t love me because our marriage is an arranged one between our families. You can ignore me, but you can’t treat Xiao Ze like this,” Su Yi said.
Yan Ze could hear his mother's voice trembling. He knew that his mother had always longed for his father's attention, just like he had. That's why she had urged him to practice swordsmanship diligently; perhaps if he became skilled in swordsmanship, he could attract his father's attention to him and his mother.
This time, Yan Yuan spoke.
“Su Yi, why did you make yourself so miserable? Why did you force me? If it weren’t for your Su family plotting to kill A-Xuan, our relationship wouldn’t be so tense. As for Yan Ze, he was a complete accident. You and I shouldn’t have a child.”
"Clap!"
The door opened.
Yan Ze seemed frozen in place, his feet rooted to the spot, unable to move an inch. His face drained of color, turning deathly pale. His once rosy lips were now lusterless, trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't utter a sound.
"Xiao Ze, it's okay. Don't take anything that just happened to heart." Su Yi rushed over and hugged Yan Ze. She was trembling all over, but she still kept comforting Yan Ze.
Yan Yuan said nothing and turned to leave.
"Mother, am I not Father's child?"
"No, you are. It's just that he's not a good father."
Yan Yuan left Qingyun Sect and led his disciples on a training expedition. He and his disciples encountered the Demon Lord and were completely wiped out.
Yan Yuan is dead.