Yuan Kemin hesitated for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled, "Thank you for the recognition, Ren Xian. I am willing to serve you!"
Ye Tian: "From now on, we are all family. You can call me Xiao Ye."
Yuan Kemin quickly replied, "I dare not. From now on, when I work for you, I will call you Boss."
Ye Tian smiled, "Whatever you say."
Jiu Zuo Yu Ji did not expect that Ye Tian had recruited her teacher with just a few words. She had tried to persuade her teacher to come out and help her years ago, but he had never agreed.
She couldn't help but say, "Teacher, it would actually be quite good to come with me."
Yuan Kemin smiled, "Yu Ji, I'm not going to Dongying because Xiao Chun is in the country, and I hope he can grow up here."
The social environment in Dongying is not particularly friendly to women, and women's status is far inferior to that in the country. Yuan Kemin naturally did not want his daughter to live in such an environment.
Jiu Zuo Yu Ji smiled, "I understand your concerns, Teacher."
After dinner and some tea, Ye Tian suddenly said, "The Dao family should be here."
Not long after, a knock on the door was heard. Ye Tian said, "I'll go meet them."
At the gate of the Yuan family, an old man appeared. His beard and hair were all white, but his face looked very young. If he dyed his hair black, he would look like he was only in his thirties.
The old man held a nine-ring broadsword in his hand, his gaze sharp. He was not tall, but standing there, he was as unshakeable as Mount Tai.
As soon as Ye Tian opened the door, the old man instinctively took a step back, his expression changing, and he said, "Are you Ren Xian?"
Ye Tian said indifferently, "Are you the expert from the Dao family? Please come in."
The old man strode in and entered the courtyard.
Ye Tian: "Please state your purpose."
The old man: "This old man is Dao Jiannan. My son, Dao Kun, was crippled by you, wasn't he?"
Ye Tian: "It was me. I came to the Yuan family as a guest, and this Dao Kun said he would keep me here unless I paid a hundred million for my life. I detest being threatened, so I crippled his cultivation."
Dao Jiannan sighed, "This fool, to offend Ren Xian, he deserves it."
He paused, "However, as a father, I cannot stand idly by when my son is crippled."
Ye Tian: "So you want to avenge him?"
Dao Jiannan: "I dare not seek revenge, for you are Ren Xian, and I know my own limitations. However, I hope to have a match with Ren Xian. If I lose, this matter will be dropped. If I am fortunate enough to win even a single move, I ask Ren Xian to give me an explanation."
Ye Tian understood very well that Dao Jiannan had a clear understanding of his own position. He knew his own strength and that his chances of winning were slim, but not nonexistent. Moreover, even if he won, he would not be able to endanger Ren Xian's life.
Ye Tian: "Very well, I will give you a chance to experience the ultimate skill of your Dao school."
Dao Jiannan placed the back of his sword on his left arm, gripping the sword with his right hand. The entire person was like a sharp blade, firmly locking onto Ye Tian. Although he did not have a primordial spirit at this moment, the power he exuded was almost no weaker than that of a primordial spirit.
Ye Tian picked up Dao Kun's sword and said, "I will fight you with a sword."
Dao Jiannan's expression remained unchanged, "Please!"
Ye Tian had never learned swordsmanship. However, for Ren Xian, technique was no longer of great importance. As long as his strength was great enough and his reaction speed fast enough, he could unleash a formidable swordsmanship and deliver the strongest strike. This was, in fact, the essence of swordsmanship.
"Boom!"
The ground trembled slightly. Dao Jiannan instantly moved several meters forward, and his sword, like a flowing silk, slashed towards Ye Tian.
With a flash of sword light, Ye Tian suddenly changed position. Another flash of sword light. With the help of the Ghost God Steps, he had increased the speed of his swordsmanship to the extreme. In the world of martial arts, nothing could defeat speed. Even with all his ultimate skills, Dao Jiannan could not unleash them.
His hand felt light. The nine-ring broadsword was cut in half, leaving only half the hilt. The broken end was only a few millimeters from his fingers.
He stood frozen in place. After a few seconds, he slowly retracted his stance, looking at the hilt in his hand, and murmured, "The gap between those below Ren Xian and Ren Xian is indeed immeasurable. I have lost!"