584: Chapter 584 You actually subdued Jing Ji?

There was no immediate answer from behind the screen.

Instead, a gust of night wind blew past, opening a crack in the screen.

The figure behind the screen moved.

It wasn't a walk or a stand, but a flicker.

With just that flicker, the figure had changed from a cross-legged sitting posture to a standing one, appearing silently in front of the screen.

Moonlight spilled in from the hall door, falling upon the person.

It was a Middle-aged Man who looked to be only in his forties.

His face was like polished jade, his lips like vermilion, and his narrow phoenix eyes slanted upward slightly, exuding a hint of eerie beauty.

It was none other than the Onmyoji—Seimei Kangyue.

The most powerful existence in Japan, a legend who had lived for over a hundred years.

Standing before the screen, he looked down at Hattori Senjun kneeling on the ground and spoke calmly.

"That Ye Chen clearly does not know Daoist arts."

"Not knowing Daoist arts means there is nothing to fear."

"A few minor ghosts are enough to deal with him."

The last trace of worry in Hattori Senjun's heart vanished.

He kowtowed heavily.

"Master is wise!"

However.

Just as Seimei Kangyue finished speaking, a sudden rush of footsteps came from outside the hall.

"Lord Onmyoji!"

An attendant dressed in a black kimono knelt outside the hall door, his voice tinged with panic. "Outside... there is a person from the Dragon Kingdom requesting an audience."

Seimei Kangyue's brow twitched slightly.

A flash of displeasure crossed Hattori Senjun's eyes.

"At this late hour, what person from the Dragon Kingdom dares to come here?"

"We won't see him. Tell him to get lost."

The attendant knelt on the ground and said helplessly.

"Shinobi... Lord God Ninja, that man said that as long as he says his name, Lord Onmyoji will definitely see him."

The God Ninja gave a cold laugh. "baka, tell me his name. Let me see who has such a big mouth?"

The attendant braced himself and answered word by word.

"He said his name is..."

"Ye Chen."

The hall fell silent instantly.

Seimei Kangyue narrowed his eyes.

Hattori Senjun was completely stunned.

"Ye Chen?"

"The 'Ye' as in leaf, and the 'Chen' as in stars?"

The attendant kowtowed heavily. "Hai! It is him!"

Hattori Senjun's expression changed completely, and he instinctively turned to look at Seimei Kangyue.

The master and disciple looked at each other, both seeing shock in the other's eyes.

They never expected...

That Ye Chen, who had gone on a killing spree at Fukuoka port, would dare to come to their door so soon?

Seimei Kangyue couldn't help but laugh.

"Interesting. Then let him in."

Hattori Senjun's pupils constricted slightly. "Master..."

"No matter."

Seimei Kangyue waved his hand and sat back down on the Tatami, placing his Folding Fan by his knee. He picked up the teacup beside him and gently blew on the froth.

"A young man in his early twenties, even if he has had some fortuitous encounters, his temperament is still just that of someone in their early twenties."

"Besides..."

"In front of the Hundred Ghosts, even if a Nascent Soul expert came, it would be useless."

"He can't cause much of a stir."

Hattori Senjun opened his mouth to say something but ultimately kept quiet.

Master was right.

The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons and traditional martial arts are two different systems; they have nothing to do with each other.

Unless it is resolved with the Power of Dao, otherwise...

Even a Nascent Soul expert would be coming to their death.

After thinking it through, he signaled the attendant to let the person in.

The attendant kowtowed heavily, stood up, and retreated.

Before long.

The sound of footsteps came from outside the hall.

Then.

A figure appeared at the hall entrance.

He wore a black casual jacket and white sneakers; he looked just like a tourist.

And the person who arrived was... Ye Chen!

His gaze fell upon Seimei Kangyue.

Seimei Kangyue met his gaze and smiled slightly.

"A hero emerges from the youth."

"Mr. Ye truly lives up to his reputation."

His voice was very soft, even carrying a hint of an elder's appreciation for a junior.

Ye Chen looked at him, expressionless.

"I know I am strong. I don't need you to praise me."

Seimei Kangyue's smile froze on his face.

The air in the hall seemed to freeze at this moment.

The expression on Hattori Senjun's face changed from shock to rage.

Next second.

He sprang to his feet, his right hand already gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist, the killing intent in his eyes almost tangible.

"baka!"

"You dare speak to my master like that?"

Ordinarily, it was harder than climbing to heaven for others to see his master.

Even if the Empress came, she would have to depend on his master's mood to see him.

Yet this person from the Dragon Kingdom, who didn't know the heights of the heavens or the depths of the earth, put on such an infuriating expression that he couldn't help but want to take off his Geta and slap him hard...

Ye Chen turned his head and glanced at him.

That look was like he was looking at a noisy ant.

"And what kind of thing are you?"

"Daring to shout at me?"

Hattori Senjun's face turned the color of pig liver, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

He was a God Ninja!

The strongest ninja in Japan!

And the personal disciple of Lord Onmyoji!

In all of Japan, who dared to speak to him in such a tone?

"Bakayaro! You shall die!"

He shouted harshly, and the Tachi at his waist was already drawn three inches.

"Senjun."

Seimei Kangyue's voice rang out calmly.

Hattori Senjun's movements froze abruptly. His hand gripping the hilt trembled slightly, and his teeth ground together, but he ultimately sheathed the Tachi.

He took a deep breath, stepped back, and sat cross-legged on the ground again, but the killing intent in his eyes could not be suppressed.

Seimei Kangyue picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Mr. Ye, let's not beat around the bush."

"Why have you come here? What do you want?"

Ye Chen looked down at him, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly. "To wreck the place."

Seimei Kangyue's smile froze completely.

He thought he had misheard, and his brow furrowed slightly.

"What did you say you're going to wreck?"

Ye Chen spoke with a strange expression.

"Don't understand?"

"Then I'll say something you can understand."

He cleared his throat and spoke with perfect pronunciation.

"I said..."

"You are this!"

He first extended his pinky finger and pointed it downward.

Then.

He extended his thumb.

"I am this."

"So I've come to beat you up. I'm going to beat the crap out of you and feed it to you."

Hattori Senjun: "???"

He was completely dumbfounded; his mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg, and his eyes bulged like copper bells.

baka!

This kid is going against the heavens!

In all his years, he had seen the arrogant, the insolent, and those who didn't know their place.

But he had never seen anyone like this!

Coming to the Yin Yang Society and saying to his master's face that he would beat the crap out of him and feed it to him?

Is this something a human can do?

Are these words a human can say?

Hattori Senjun's head was buzzing; for a moment, he didn't know whether to be angry or shocked.

Seimei Kangyue's face also darkened completely.

He had lived for over a hundred years, seen countless people, and experienced countless things.

No one had ever dared to say such things in front of him.

This Ye Chen was the first.

"Pfft—"

A soft laugh suddenly came from the empty space beside Ye Chen.

Hattori Senjun's pupils contracted sharply, and his right hand gripped the sword hilt again.

Seimei Kangyue's brow also furrowed sharply, his gaze sweeping in that direction like a blade.

There.

The air beside Ye Chen distorted, and a pale figure gradually emerged.

It was a woman wearing a tattered white kimono.

She was currently covering her mouth, laughing so hard her shoulders were shaking.

It was the Well-Princess.

A cold light flashed in Seimei Kangyue's eyes. "Well-Princess?"

The Well-Princess's laughter stopped abruptly.

She looked at Seimei Kangyue's darkened face, then at Ye Chen's half-smiling face, shrank her neck, and disappeared again.

Leaving only a sentence floating in the air.

"Carry on... I just couldn't hold it in and appeared by accident!"

Seimei Kangyue narrowed his eyes and asked coldly.

"You... subdued the Well-Princess?"

Ye Chen nodded honestly. "That's right."

Seimei Kangyue's face darkened completely.

"It seems..."

"We all underestimated you."

"You actually know the Power of Dao?"

At first, he thought Ye Chen didn't know the Power of Dao.

But looking at it now...

The fact that the other party could subdue the Well-Princess meant he had mastered the Power of Dao.

Ye Chen tilted his head and looked at him as if it were a matter of course.

"Is there a problem?"

"The Power of Dao is originally something from our Dragon Kingdom. It's only logical that I know it, right?"

Seimei Kangyue did not speak.

But his fingers tightened around the teacup, causing dense cracks to spread across it.

Seeing him remain silent.

Ye Chen continued.

"On the other hand, you stole the Dao of my Dragon Kingdom and ended up being a local tyrant here, acting all high and mighty. What's that supposed to mean?"

"baka!!!"

Hattori Senjun finally couldn't take it anymore and drew his Katana. "If you disrespect Master again, you will die!"

However...

Ye Chen didn't even look at him, simply spitting out a single word.

"Begone."

A simple word, yet it carried an invisible momentum that erupted from Ye Chen, crushing toward Hattori Senjun like a landslide or a tsunami.

Hattori Senjun's face changed drastically, his pupils contracting sharply.

He tried to steady himself and resist that aura.

But he simply couldn't.

That aura was too strong, so strong he couldn't even stand steady.

His feet left the ground instantly, and he was sent flying as if struck by an invisible giant palm, crashing heavily into a pillar in the hall.

"Bang!!!"

The wooden pillar snapped, and tiles from the roof came clattering down.

Hattori Senjun fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper.

He struggled to get up, but the bones throughout his body felt like they had come apart; he couldn't muster any strength at all.

He looked up at Ye Chen, his eyes filled with terror.

"Just one word sent him flying so far he couldn't get back up?"

"Is this the terror of the Golden Core Stage!"

Seimei Kangyue's expression changed completely.

He set down his teacup and slowly stood up.

"Ye Chen, stop right there."