Cultivation Of Immortals: I Surpassed The Son Of Fortune

Lu Yi went to Ye's house!

This incident immediately caused an uproar in Qingyun City.

Just like what Ye Chen thought, Lu Yi's strength, no matter which family he went to, would become an existence that would overturn Qingyun City and even Qingzhou's power map.

The families in Qingyun City have industries all over Qingzhou. Although they are not as powerful as Qingyun Academy and One Hundred Eight Villages, they are still far superior to these two forces in terms of financial resources.

If Lu Yi really joined the Ye family in Qingyun City, I am afraid that there will be no other existence in Qingzhou's cultivation business that can compete with the Ye family except Jubaolou.

In the hall of the Ye family, Ye Chen, the owner of the Ye family, was all smiles, and hurried to the door to greet him: "It is a great honor for Lu fellow daoist to come to the Ye family!"

Lu Yi smiled and arched his cupped hands and said: "I was busy with chores before, so I couldn't bother you. If you are rude, please don't blame Patriarch Ye."

Ye Chen smiled even more happily.

Did you hear that, before, they were troubled by miscellaneous matters, but now that they have been resolved, the first thing that comes to mind is their Ye family.

This shows that the Ye family has fallen into Lu Yi's eyes.

If Lu Yi can be successfully accepted as the guest of the Ye family, the Ye family will become the largest family in Qingyun City and even Qingzhou!

"Did Lu fellow daoist come here this time, do you intend to join our Ye family? Our Ye family has businesses all over Qingzhou. If Lu fellow daoist can become a guest lord, we are willing to offer 10,000 Spirit Stones a year as a fellow daoist's salary. "

After exchanging pleasantries, Ye Chen also asked about Lu Yi's feelings.

Lu Yi also said bluntly: "Lu Mou has no interest in the matter of the guest, and Lu Mou came here this time only for one person."

Ye Chen's eyes flashed brightly: "Oh? Who is it?"

"The son of the former Ye Family Patriarch, Ye Fan!"

Ye Chen froze, and then said with a dry smile, "What does Lu fellow daoist want Ye Fan to do?"

Lu Yi smiled but didn't answer.

The woodshed in the backyard of the Ye family.

Ye Fan is concentrating on lighting the fire and making medicine for his sick mother Zhao Ran.

The light of the fire reflected on the young man's handsome face.

The Ye family's family has a great career, and as a direct descendant of the Ye family, he has fallen to this level.

There is no supply of Spirit Stones, no distribution of Medicine Pill, not to mention his inability to practice, even his own mother is sick in bed, the family does not care about it, and there is not even a thicker quilt for the bed.

"Ahem, ahem!" A weak female voice came from the firewood room, Ye Fan was startled, and hurried into the inner room: "Mom, are you alright?"

Ye Fan's mother, Zhao Ran, was lying weakly on the bed, looking at her facial features, she was also a rare beauty.

It's just that this sick face made him look haggard, like a withered flower.

"Ahem, it's okay, Fan'er, it's hard work for you to make the medicine for me." Zhao Ran suppressed the discomfort in his throat and comforted his own son.

Ye Fan shook his head violently: "What did mother say? If it wasn't because of me, mother, how could you be in such a state?"

When the head of the Ye family left the Ye family, Zhao Ran was already pregnant, and Ye Fan stayed in Zhao Ran's stomach for five full years.

In order to support Ye Fan, Zhao Ran suffered from a serious illness.

Ye Fan is also regarded as a monster by everyone.

The past few years were fine, everyone in the Ye family was a little worried that the former head of the Ye family would come back from the Kunlun sacred mountain, so they were still being polite to them.

But two years ago, the soul lamp of the Ye Family Patriarch suddenly became dim, and everyone felt that the Ye Family Patriarch really couldn't come back.

Therefore, the members of the Ye family intensified their efforts, not only depriving their mother and son of their direct lineage status, but also making things difficult for them, driving them to live in the firewood house.

All of this is thanks to his good Uncle.

Thinking of Ye Chen who took away the head of the family, Ye Fan's eyes flashed coldly.

However, their Cultivation Bases are very different. They have no cultivation resources, and they are only in the Qi Cultivation stage, while Ye Chen is already in the Nascent Soul stage of Power.

There is an unbridgeable gap between the two.

&34;Fan'er, mother is sorry for you. &34; Zhao Ran looked at his own son guiltily.

She knew that she was dragging Ye Fan down, if she died, Ye Fan would not have to worry about it, she could leave Ye's house with peace of mind, no matter where she went, it was better than staying in Ye's house.

"Stop saying such disheartening words, I will definitely cure you, no matter what the cost." Ye Fan's tone was firm and full of determination.

"Hahahaha! Ye Fan, what a scene of loving mother and filial piety, I was almost moved to tears." Outside the firewood room, an untimely voice sounded.

Ye Fan frowned, walked out quickly and looked at the owner of the voice: "Ye Tong, what are you doing here?"

This guy named Ye Tong is a deacon of the Ye family. The Cultivation Base has reached the Foundation Establishment stage and is responsible for managing the chores of the outhouse.

The previous Ye Fan was more or less the direct descendant of the Ye family, Ye Tong had to honor Ye Fan as Young Master when he saw Ye Fan.

But since the identity of the direct line was stripped by the patriarch, Ye Tong often bullied his mother and son.

Ye Tongke withheld even the monthly case that the mother and son should have obtained.

Ye Tong sneered: "Ye Fan, I'm not here to trouble you today, I'm here to see you off." &34;

"The Ye family does not support idlers. You mother and son have been in the Ye family for many years and have made no contribution. The head of the family can't bear it anymore."

"Is that bastard Ye Chen? Our mother and son are like this, and he still refuses to let us go?" Ye Fan immediately understood the murderous intent in Ye Tong's words, and said indignantly.

Ye Tong's face turned cold: "Hmph! You insult the Patriarch, I think you are the trash, what qualifications do you have to talk about the Patriarch?"

"If you ask me, your mother is also a bitch, otherwise how could she give birth to such a freak like you."

Ye Fan's face turned cold, and a short knife appeared quietly in his hand.

It's okay to scold him, but scolding his mother has already touched Ye Fan's rebellious scales.

Even if he were to die today, he would drag Ye Tong into The Underworld together!

&34; Haha, Ye Fan, do you want to touch me? You are so naive, I am the Foundation Establishment cultivator, your little tricks cannot escape my eyes, today is the place where you, mother and son, will die without a burial. &34; Ye Tong looked at Ye Fan proudly.

As he said that, Ye Tong took the lead to strike, and pushed out his palms fiercely, and the wind from his palms roared out.

&34; Boom! &34;

Ye Fan's figure was blown away several meters away.

Ye Fan hit the wall so hard that the wall was dented a few inches, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Ye Fan wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, and looked at Ye Tong: "Even if I die today, I will bite off a piece of your body!" &34;

Ye Tong smiled contemptuously: "It's too late to say anything now, the Ye family can no longer accommodate you mother and son. &34;

Ye Fan threw out the dagger in his hand, and at the same time rushed towards Ye Tong.

The fierceness in Ye Fan's eyes was like a wolf being cornered. Ye Tong couldn't help but take two steps back with that desperate aura.

When Ye Tong realized it, he was furious. As a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he was frightened by a small Qi refining period.

"Damn it, scare daddy! Go to hell!" Ye Tong's eyes flashed a murderous intent, and he once again used the Huang Jie cheat book Collapsing Mountain Palm, and slapped Ye Fan hard.

Ye Fan was knocked into the air again, and this time Ye Tong shot with anger, using 80% of his strength.

A small qi refining cultivator has absolutely no reason to survive.

Ye Fan's vision became a bit blurred, and the blood in his mouth mixed with internal organs kept spewing out.

"Am I going to die?"

"Mother, I'm sorry, my son can't keep his own promise."

"Goodbye, this cruel world."

The next moment, Lu Yi's figure appeared in front of Ye Fan, and put a elixir into his mouth.

"Don't worry, I was entrusted by others, even if the heavenly king daddy comes today, you will not die!"