Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 859 - Ye Zimo’s Fear

Haunted by the humiliation he endured at the Xuan Ting Demon Sect, Huyan Jun abhorred Xuan Shitong and Chen Fan.

He had to make them pay.

Yet, he knew it was impossible to act against them directly—but the Ye Clan could.

He understood Ye Zimo’s nature: he craved beautiful women. Though it stung to offer someone as exceptional as Xuan Shitong, Huyan Jun saw no other way to exact revenge. He needed Ye Zimo’s power.

“Beauty?” Ye Zimo’s eyes flashed.

He rubbed his cheek, recalling the humiliation he had suffered ten days ago, still feeling a dull pain on his cheek.

Since then, he’d learned of Chen Fan’s dark black imprint and endured a stern warning from his father, Ye Xi: do not provoke Chen Fan, or risk the clan’s destruction.

Suffice it to say, he had some resentment pent up in his heart. Naturally, he would not dare defy Ye Xi’s order. Acting recklessly could destroy everything he relied on.

Although Ye Zimo was a hedonistic young master, he understood the stakes

Even so, his hatred for Chen Fan and Xuan Shitong burned within him, impossible to ignore. He needed to vent it out and needed a beautiful woman to do so.

“Oh, really?”

Seeing Ye Zimo taking the bait, Huyan Jun hurriedly nodded and said, “She’s definitely an exceptional beauty. I am willing to bet my life on that. You won’t be disappointed if you see her.”

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“That sounds a little interesting, but does she have some sort of background?” Ye Zimo asked.

After the incident with Chen Fan, he did not dare to rely on his status to go around causing trouble. If he kicked another iron plate, only death awaited him.

“Hoho, her background is about on par with our Huyan Demon Sect, though nowhere near the Ye Clan’s level,” Huyan Jun said but his thoughts betrayed his outward calm. Xuan Shitong, you bitch, and Chen Fan, you son of a bitch, you are dead this time!

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

Ye Zimo’s heart immediately came alive.

“Good, very good. If she is really as pretty as you say, I shall reward you generously.”

The regret over the beauty he’d seen at the Thousand Arts Demon Cave still lingered, but pressing this new one under him could make up for it.

“Young Master Ye, I’ll bring you over right away. I’ve already found out where they are staying—the Listening Rain Inn,” Huyan Jun said like a lackey.

“Alright, let’s go. I want to see what she looks like.”

Ye Zimo immediately summoned his entourage and headed toward the Listening Rain Inn, with Huyan Jun leading the way.

His frustration from the past ten days burned hot, and the thought of venting it only made him more impatient.

Listening Rain Inn:

The inn was bustling, like the rest of Ping Shan Demonic Island. With countless visitors flooding in, even the most remote inns and taverns were packed to capacity.

When Ye Zimo’s group arrived, their overwhelming demonic aura turned heads. Guests glanced over one by one, drawn to the oppressive presence that filled the inn.

“Who are they?”

“I know of them. That guy’s the Ye Clan’s young patriarch, Ye Zimo. It’s a pretty powerful clan, with quite a few Manifestation realm level experts.”

“Did someone offend the Ye Clan? Is that why their young patriarch is here with his entourage?”

The crowd in the inn murmured.

Under their gazes, Ye Zimo’s group strode confidently through the hall, heading straight to the courtyard in the back where Chen Fan’s group was staying.

Boom!

With a loud boom, the gates of the courtyard where Chen Fan’s group resided were broken by force.

The gates to the courtyard shattered under a forceful blow.

“Hoho, Xuan Shitong, Demon King Xuan Ting. Young Master Ye is here, quickly come and pay your respects!”

Before Huyan Jun’s voice faded, Ye Zimo’s frivolous voice rang out as well.

“Huyan Jun tells me there’s a stunning beauty here, singing her praises to the heavens. I’ve seen countless beauties, so let’s see if you live up to the hype!”

Inside the courtyard, Demon King Xuan Ting, Xuan Shitong, and the others instantly furrowed their brows.

They were familiar with the first voice; it belonged to Huyan Jun.

The second voice felt vaguely familiar to Xuan Shitong, though she couldn’t place it.

Her question was soon answered. Ye Zimo and his group entered the courtyard, their presence oppressive.

Huyan Jun took the lead, his resentful gaze fixed on Xuan Shitong and Demon King Xuan Ting. He said coldly, “Xuan Shitong, this is the Ye Clan’s young patriarch, Ye Zimo. To have him take an interest in you is a blessing you’ve earned over eight lifetimes. Young Master Ye, what do you think? Did I exaggerate?”

Huyan Jun was very excited. Not only would Xuan Shitong face utter humiliation, but he would also gain Ye Zimo’s favor and reap countless benefits. This could very well be his chance to break through to the Manifestation realm.

Facing away from Ye Zimo, he eagerly awaited praise.

But when Ye Zimo laid eyes on Xuan Shitong, his expression froze, as though he had seen a ghost.

She was a beauty, no doubt, but she wasn’t someone whom he could afford to offend.

The memories of what had transpired ten days ago remained vivid, etched into his heart—a humiliation tied directly to this woman.

Although he hated Xuan Shitong and Chen Fan, he understood the reality: his clan couldn’t challenge them now, even if the Xuan Ting Demon Sect was far weaker than his clan.

The moment Xuan Shitong saw Ye Zimo, her eyes narrowed. Suddenly, everything clicked—it was no wonder the second voice felt so familiar. It belonged to him.

Creak.

The door to Chen Fan’s room swung open. He stepped out, his gaze sharp and radiant, exuding confidence. He had just broken through to the ninth-level Heavenly Star realm.

“Hahahaha, Chen Fan, you son of a bitch, you came out at the perfect time. I’ll tell you right now, your woman, Xuan Shitong, has caught Young Master Ye’s eye. Quickly kneel and thank Young Master Ye for having an interest in your woman!” Huyan Jun laughed savagely.

Huyan Jun’s grin widened, eager to see Chen Fan’s reaction when Ye Zimo claimed Xuan Shitong as his own, forcing Chen Fan to kneel and express gratitude.

This was revenge—he felt like he was ascending. It was just that exhilarating.

Yet, he failed to notice the scene unfolding behind him. The moment Ye Zimo spotted Chen Fan, his face went pale. Trembling uncontrollably, he instinctively covered his face, sheer terror filling his eyes.

Chen Fan was also dumbfounded when he saw Huyan Jun and Ye Zimo.

“Hahahaha, Chen Fan, you didn’t expect a day like this to befall...”

Smack!

However, before Huyan Jun could finish his sentence, Ye Zimo swung at his face, sending him reeling. Dazed and seeing stars, Huyan Jun stood there in stunned silence.