Chapter 2: Return of the War God
Chapter 2: One Month Later, Dare to Fight?
Ye Wuque closed his eyes slightly. Despite the anger boiling within him and the ridicule he had endured from the Murong family over the past ten years, he still held affection for the family and respected the middle-aged man he called "Uncle Changqing."
This was, after all, the place where he had grown up.
He waited silently for Murong Changqing’s decision.
“Patriarch, I humbly ask you to grant me these two requests,” Murong Tian said.
The entire martial field fell into silence. Even the elders of the Murong family refrained from speaking. Only Murong Baishi narrowed his eyes and glanced at Ye Wuque, his thoughts inscrutable.
Having stated his two requests, Murong Tian said no more. His expression was calm, yet the faint glow of the floating Moon Soul behind him revealed his confidence.
“Ye Wuque? A piece of trash who’s been useless for ten years dares lay claim to the Blood Dragon Jade? Only I, Murong Tian, am worthy of such a treasure—something that can propel a cultivator in the Washing Mortal Realm to greatness!” Murong Tian’s inner thoughts were filled with arrogance and fervor as his calm demeanor belied his intense longing for the Blood Dragon Jade, a treasure he had desired for far too long.
The Blood Dragon Jade, capable of granting cultivators in the Washing Mortal Realm an extraordinary fortune, was a relic left behind for Ye Wuque. It was not originally a possession of the Murong family. Murong Changqing had planned to return it to Ye Wuque once he reached the Washing Mortal Realm. However, Ye Wuque’s unexpected downfall had complicated matters.
“So that’s it. Tian’er is after the Blood Dragon Jade. No wonder he made a bet with me before entering seclusion; he was already confident he could condense the Moon Soul. Sigh, if only this jade belonged to the Murong family…”
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Normally decisive, Murong Changqing now hesitated. After a brief moment, he stood up from his stone seat, his gaze passing over Murong Tian and landing on Ye Wuque. His expression was complex and unreadable.
“As for your engagement to Binglan,” Murong Changqing began, “Wuque had already asked me in private to annul it. The engagement was always meant as a joke. Therefore, I now officially declare that the engagement between Ye Wuque and Murong Binglan is null and void. From this day forward, it will never be mentioned again.”
His voice was steady, and while the announcement did not surprise the crowd, only Murong Binglan’s reaction stood out. Her delicate frame trembled, her teeth nearly biting through her crimson lips. While her eyes flashed briefly with relief, they soon filled with humiliation and resentment toward Ye Wuque, void of any joy.
“As for the Blood Dragon Jade you requested, Tian’er…”
Murong Changqing suddenly paused, causing even the composed Murong Tian to grow tense. His eyes were fixed on Murong Changqing, his longing nearing its peak.
The Murong disciples in the martial field were also riveted, their attention entirely on Murong Changqing. While the jade’s specific effects were not widely known, its association with Ye Wuque was. Now that Murong Tian had voiced his claim, everyone was anxious to see how the patriarch would decide.
Despite the weight of the moment, Murong Changqing remained composed, his aged eyes unwavering as he spoke again.
“Tian’er, you condensed the Moon Soul and stepped into the Washing Mortal Realm at just seventeen—a remarkable achievement and a great pride of the Murong family. Before you entered seclusion, I promised you two requests should you succeed, and you have not disappointed me. I will honor my word.”
At these words, Ye Wuque’s relaxed hands slowly clenched, his fingers turning white from the force. A flood of indescribable emotions surged within him, and faint golden light flickered in his closed eyes.
Murong Tian, meanwhile, could barely contain his excitement, his longing for the Blood Dragon Jade finally within reach. Yet sitting beside Murong Changqing, the elder Murong Baishi showed a trace of doubt on his weathered face.
Murong Changqing, observing Ye Wuque’s reaction, noted the boy’s rising negative emotions. Smiling faintly to himself, he thought, “This brat still knows how to get angry after all.”
Just as the atmosphere brimmed with pity, disdain, and mockery toward Ye Wuque, Murong Changqing’s firm voice shattered the silence.
“However, Tian’er, I’m afraid the Blood Dragon Jade does not belong to the Murong family. It is not ours to give. I merely kept it in safekeeping. Its true owner is Wuque, and only he has the right to decide its fate. So, it’s not that I refuse your request—I simply cannot grant it.”
A wave of relief surged through Ye Wuque. The despair weighing on him lifted, and he exhaled deeply. Lowering his head briefly, he raised it again, his dazzling eyes now filled with warmth and a genuine smile.
Murong Changqing’s sudden change in stance left the Murong disciples stunned, their disbelief palpable. To them, it was inconceivable that the patriarch would reject the family’s brightest talent for the sake of someone they deemed worthless.
Ye Wuque stood motionless in the center of the martial arena, his expression calm and his eyes slightly narrowed. Despite the storm brewing within him, he neither spoke nor showed any trace of anger. Instead, he gazed at Murong Tian with a faint smile.
"Family Head, you rejected my request for the sake of this useless Ye Wuque. I, Murong Tian, will not accept this!"
Murong Tian, who had been confident of his success, now wore a stern expression. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice carried a trace of anger. Behind him, the newly formed Soul Moon flickered violently, reflecting his inner unrest.
The ever-composed Murong Baishi, seated nearby, noticed that Murong Changqing had denied his grandson's request. His withered face twitched slightly, and he suddenly spoke.
"Tian'er! Mind your manners!"
He then stood up and addressed Murong Changqing with a faint smile.
"Family Head, Tian'er is not yet eighteen and may lack propriety in his words. I hope you'll forgive him."
"Haha, you exaggerate, Third Elder. Tian'er is the Murong family's genius, and a genius will naturally have extraordinary qualities. How could I mind such things?"
Following Murong Baishi's lead, Murong Changqing chuckled leisurely.
Seeing this, Murong Baishi seemed unbothered. He glanced at his beloved grandson, whose earlier anger had vanished entirely, replaced with his usual indifference.
Satisfied, Murong Baishi's gaze briefly swept past Ye Wuque, a flicker of coldness in his eyes, before he turned back to Murong Changqing.
"Family Head, the Blood Dragon Jade is of great significance. Since Wuque is currently unable to cultivate, waiting until he turns eighteen to return it to him may not be in his best interest."
"So, Murong Baishi and Murong Tian have long coveted the Blood Dragon Jade."
Ye Wuque's face remained expressionless as this thought stirred in his mind while he observed Murong Baishi.
Seeing Murong Changqing silent, Murong Baishi pressed on.
"Family Head, I have always believed that without corresponding strength, one does not deserve to possess certain things. Wuque is currently only at the fifth level of Body Refining. Giving him the Blood Dragon Jade would not be a blessing but a curse. It might even lead to a fatal disaster!"
A chilling atmosphere spread as Murong Baishi spoke, causing Murong Changqing's expression to change.
"The Third Elder is right. It's better to hand the Blood Dragon Jade to Tian'er."
"Indeed, even if the jade is given to Ye Wuque, he won't be able to keep it."
"The world is perilous, and human hearts are treacherous. I, too, believe that this jade should go to Tian'er."
Finally, the Murong family elders seated on their stone thrones began to voice their opinions.
"Enough! As the Family Head, I decree that the Blood Dragon Jade belongs to Ye Wuque. No one is to bring this matter up again!"
Murong Changqing's face hardened as he issued the stern command.
Murong Baishi's old face twitched slightly at these words. Suppressing his inner anger, he shot a deep look at Murong Tian.
The grandfather and grandson exchanged glances, and in that instant, Murong Tian felt as though a bolt of lightning had struck his heart.
Under Ye Wuque's calm gaze, Murong Tian abruptly turned. His indifferent eyes fell upon him. Ye Wuque met his gaze steadily, his tranquil expression unwavering.
"Ye Wuque, so what if the Blood Dragon Jade is yours? With your current self, how will you claim it? By relying on the Family Head's favor? Even if you get it, so what? How will you protect it? Do you... have that ability?"
"Fifth level of Body Refining? Heh. In my eyes, that level of cultivation isn't even worthy to polish my shoes! Ye Wuque, I, Murong Tian, have the power to guard the Blood Dragon Jade! Do you have that power?"
"If you do, why not prove it to everyone here?"
The icy words spilled from Murong Tian's lips, resonating throughout the martial training grounds and reaching Ye Wuque's ears.
"Exactly! Trash Wuque has no qualifications to own the Blood Dragon Jade!"
"Murong Tian is the real genius of the Murong family!"
"If the Murong family is to rise to glory, it depends on Murong Tian. Trash Wuque is just a hindrance to him!"
"Trash Wuque truly doesn't know his place!"
Whispers and murmurs rose endlessly as the Murong family disciples couldn't help but voice their opinions.
Seeing this, Murong Baishi smirked inwardly, and Murong Tian's lips curled slightly.
Murong Changqing's face shifted subtly. He fully understood Murong Tian's intent—provocation!
Murong Tian was provoking Ye Wuque. That phrase, "Prove it to everyone," made it clear.
Wasn't it an attempt to goad Ye Wuque into a battle?
"Damn kid, keep your cool!"
Murong Changqing could no longer intervene. Though he cared deeply for Ye Wuque, his position as the family head took precedence, and Murong Tian represented the future of the Murong family.
"Hmph! Ye Wuque, if you endure this, you’ll be scorned by everyone here. But if you take my bait, I’ll show you what despair truly means!"
Murong Tian’s gaze locked onto Ye Wuque, waiting to see his choice.
Amid the penetrating gazes and Murong Tian’s piercing words, Ye Wuque suddenly chuckled softly.
The young man’s handsome face was filled with a smile, but hidden within was a sharpness, like a blade long concealed, now beginning to shine.
Ye Wuque slowly raised his hands, his gaze turning profound. His fingers curled into fists as he murmured to himself, "So what if it’s a provocation? In the end, what’s mine must be defended by me!"
His black hair fluttered in the wind. At the moment his fists clenched tightly, a majestic and overwhelming aura burst forth from him. It wasn’t the fluctuation of cultivation but a powerful force born from his unyielding will and spirit!
"Hahahaha... Murong Tian! If that’s the case, then as you wish. One month from now, do you dare to fight me? If I lose, I’ll hand over the Blood Dragon Jade. But if I win, every time you see me, you’ll have to step aside and make way!"
The rebellious words from this youth, silent for the past ten years, erupted like a sword drawn from its sheath, revealing its unparalleled sharpness once again.
Ye Wuque’s declaration swept across the training ground like a storm. The Murong disciples could scarcely believe their ears and instinctively rubbed them.
Shock, disbelief, and astonishment were etched on every face.
"Did I hear that right? The trash Ye Wuque challenged Murong Tian?"
"A fight in one month? Has he gone mad?"
"Tsk tsk! I kind of admire his courage now!"
Murong Hai’s expression flickered before breaking into a sneer. Murong Binglan’s exquisite face turned frosty as she silently made a decision in her heart.
Even Murong Tian was momentarily stunned by Ye Wuque’s words. He had assumed that Ye Wuque would either swallow his anger or turn and leave. Never had he expected this youth to issue a direct challenge.
"One month from now... do you dare to fight?"
"Good! Ye Wuque, it seems you still have some backbone. Since you’ve spoken, I’ll grant you this wish. One month from now, at this very place, I, Murong Tian, will fight you!"
Although the situation had unfolded unexpectedly, it exceeded Murong Tian’s expectations.
"Ye Wuque, you’ve chosen your own death. You can’t blame me for what happens. The Blood Dragon Jade will be mine!"
"Uncle Changqing, I ask that you bear witness to this. I, Wuque, am deeply grateful. I’ll take my leave now."
The calm, composed youth cupped his hands toward Murong Changqing, whose face was filled with complexity, and then turned to leave. His departing figure was both familiar and unfamiliar—rebellious and unyielding!
"Buzz—"
As Ye Wuque vanished from the training ground, his face turned crimson, and his body radiated an intense heat. At this moment, he could barely suppress the earth-shattering transformation surging within him!
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