Chapter 894: It's just my habit to come out like this—why do you have to interfere?

Ye Qingran's move was too sudden, so everyone was caught off guard.

Sword Qi spread across the sky, and the whole world seemed to be enveloped in sharp Sword Qi.

"Such strong Sword Qi!"

There were many sword cultivators present; even those with deep attainments in the Sword Dao were shocked by the Sword Qi produced by Ye Qingran.

Each strand of Sword Qi was extremely powerful and covered a wide area.

"Ahhh! My sword!"

"How could this be? My sword only obeys my commands!"

"Return my sword!"

The sword cultivators watched helplessly as their swords flew out of their sheaths uncontrollably, each feeling both shocked and angry.

A sword is the soul of a sword cultivator; if their sword no longer obeys their commands, what difference is there between them and having lost their soul?

Almost all the swords present were under Ye Qingran's control, flying out of their owners' sheaths and hovering in the void.

So many swords formed a magnificent and grand sword array, reflecting cold light in the sunlight, making one's heart tremble.

Lan Chuzhuang glanced at the surrounding swords, his face growing darker: "Ye Qingran, we have already admitted defeat; what are you doing?"

"Don't go too far! This is the Heaven-Reaching Path, not the summit of contending for the deer!"

Ye Qingran smiled faintly: "Lan Clan Chief, rest assured, I won't do anything to you. I only heard that your son has considerable attainments in the Sword Dao, and I'd like him to give me a few pointers."

"Give me a few pointers?"

"A master who defeated Lan Ling Wang says he wants his defeated underlings to give him pointers—what else is this if not mockery?"

Unable to miss Ye Qingran's sarcasm, Lan Chuzhuang's long-suppressed anger flared up instantly.

"Today is the Heaven-Reaching Grand Gathering; he has endured and retreated again and again out of respect for the Xuyu Divine Envoy, but what about Ye Qingran?"

"Overbearing and arrogant, does he really think the Lan family is easy to bully?"

"Ye Qingran, I order you to put away your sword, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

Lan Chuzhuang shouted in a deep voice, simultaneously releasing his aura, heavy and sharp.

Ye Qingran's body trembled slightly; although Lan Ling Wang is crippled, his father Lan Chuzhuang is at least the top expert on the Heaven-Reaching Path, his strength evident.

"Is the Lan Clan Chief treating himself as the king of the Heaven-Reaching Path?"

A low, magnetic voice descended from the heavens, and immediately Ye Qingran fell into a cool embrace.

It was Fu Hanxiu.

"Fu Hanxiu, what do you mean by that?"

Lan Chuzhuang frowned, very displeased; Fu Hanxiu is merely the child of his wife and another man, so by rights he should be his junior—how dare he act presumptuously in his presence?

"The Heaven-Reaching Path belongs to everyone in Xuanmiao, not just your Lan family; my wife wants to display her sword-controlling art here—what does it have to do with you Lan?"

Lan Chuzhuang's face instantly darkened.

"Or are you saying the Lan family thinks it owns the Heaven-Reaching Path, that the entire Heaven-Reaching Path belongs to the Lan family?"

A huge hat was placed on the Lan family's head, and the gazes of the many families on the Heaven-Reaching Path became complex.

Although the Lan family has always dominated the Heaven-Reaching Path behind the scenes, at least on the surface they haven't shown it overtly; if the Lan family truly wanted to become king, wouldn't the interests of these other families be greatly affected?

Lan Chuzhuang instinctively glanced at Hua Luo, fearing that this divine envoy from the Xuyu Divine Temple would punish the Lan family because of this.

What he didn't know was that Hua Luo had come to the lower realm solely to seek the Ruinous King's Sword; he cared nothing for other matters, and Lan Chuzhuang was undoubtedly overthinking.

"Fu Hanxiu, what nonsense are you spouting? The Lan family has always been non-contentious; how could we covet such things?" Lady Lan interjected before Lan Chuzhuang could speak.

"Your Lan uncle is at least your elder; to slander him in front of so many people is utterly unforgivable. Here's what we'll do: your Lan uncle is always magnanimous—just kneel and give him a hundred kowtows, then sincerely repent and apologize, and this matter will be forgotten."

Lady Lan spoke in a condescending tone.

Ye Qingran's gaze shot sharply at her, killing intent surging in her eyes.

"Is this something a mother can say?"

"Lady Lan should be grateful she is Fu Hanxiu's birth mother, otherwise she would never let her off!"

With a thought from Ye Qingran, all the swords rang out, a whirlwind rose, Sword Qi soared to the heavens, and an extremely chilling killing intent permeated the air.

Swish swish swish~

Suddenly, all the swords began moving in order, forming a sword dragon tornado; the sharp Sword Qi swept, making people's skin sting incessantly.

"So strong!"

Even the strong sword cultivators of the Heaven-Reaching Path couldn't help but exclaim.

With such profound Sword Dao attainment, could this truly be possessed by a sword cultivator of the Xuanmiao Continent?

Even the sword cultivator masters of Xuyu are no better than this, right?

The swords soon stopped, every one of them pointing at Lan Ling Wang.

"Make your son kneel and apologize, or I don't mind filling his whole body with these swords!"

At this moment Ye Qingran became the Sword Demon; with a flick of her fingertip, a sword shot at light speed toward Lan Ling Wang, grazing his face and embedding into the ground.

Lan Ling Wang trembled with fear, tears mixed with sweat continually falling.

"You lowly slut! You dare!"

Lady Lan was furious and flustered.

"What is Ye Qingran even supposed to be?"

"How dare she act against the Lan family's people on Lan family turf?"

"Fu Hanxiu, you're not going to rein her in? Are you trying to anger me to death?"

Lady Lan could do nothing about Ye Qingran, and once again looked at Fu Hanxiu with an expression of hate iron not becoming steel.

"How could she have such a disappointing son?"

"Compared to Lan Ling Wang, he is practically the biggest blot on her life!"

Before meeting Ye Qingran, his heart might still have had some ripples, but now he has a family, and facing Lady Lan's insults, his heart has long been as calm as water.

"It's just my habit, why should you care?" Fu Hanxiu's one sentence left Lady Lan speechless.

"Unfilial son! Unfilial son!"

Tens of thousands of swords, every one pointing at Lan Ling Wang; as long as Ye Qingran gives a command, Lan Ling Wang will definitely be turned into a hornet's nest!

Lan Chuzhuang naturally could not be threatened by Ye Qingran; he tried to destroy Ye Qingran's sword formation, but to his surprise found it blocked by a force.

He raised his eyes to look at Fu Hanxiu, knowing it was he who had made the move, and secretly felt shocked in his heart.

How could Fu Hanxiu's strength be so strong?

He attacked again, but found he was still being suppressed.

Lan Chuzhuang sank into anger; he refused to believe that, as the head of the Lan family of Heaven-Reaching Road, his strength was inferior to that of a junior!

The two began a covert contest.

But as the exchange deepened, Fu Hanxiu's expression showed no change, while Lan Chuzhuang's face grew increasingly solemn.

He never imagined that the strength of Fu Hanxiu, who came from Xi Ji Shengyu, would actually be on par with his own!

"Kneel or die, I'll count to three."

Ye Qingran's voice was icy as frost, and no one doubted that she would do what she said.

Lan Ling Wang trembled, fear filling his eyes, yet his pride would not allow him to kneel and apologize.

"One!"

"Two!"

When Ye Qingran's lips parted slightly to utter the third number, Lan Ling Wang suddenly blurted out, "I kneel!"

Having said that, he knelt toward Ye Qingran.