The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 670 - 282: All Kings Arrive_3

"Some twists and turns, but generally no harm."

Ye Yunruo didn’t even look at Ye Min, just glanced at Ye Chun and answered softly.

Her voice was extremely faint, like that of a mosquito, easily overlooked if not listened to carefully.

But Ye Hanjun’s heart chilled, recalling some of the rumors about this woman, there was only dread, no contempt.

A-level... Death Songstress!

If she were to sing aloud, a single scream could shatter the eaves, even glass forged by a thousand hammers and a hundred tweaks could not withstand the power of her cry.

This woman is older than Ye Dan, Ye Shan, and Ye Buyi, and has early stepped into the 6th Rank.

Even the trial grounds like Decapitation Mountain could be passed without a scratch, surely she has already reached the middle or later stages of the 6th Rank.

"Hahaha, quite festive, how long has it been since I had a family banquet with so many of my clansmen?"

The roar almost like a beast turned into a rolling laughter, rushing into the minds.

A rough man with bronze-colored muscles stepped into the hall, scratching his grass chest hair and laughing loudly.

"Yunruo, amazing, you’ve become even more beautiful!"

"Yo, isn’t this Buyi? The guy who always stays in the cold place actually willing to come to the banquet, the energy of the Rare Jade is really great, making me jealous!"

"Ye Buchun..."

Three words with a demonic charm echoed in everyone’s hearts.

The always at ease Ye Yunruo, her gaze completely fell on the rough man.

Ye Buyi, who had been sitting quietly without uttering a word, also raised his head, the soul fire in his skull was throbbing violently, showing waves of fluctuation.

"Eh? Should I not have come? Why did it suddenly go quiet?"

"Don’t mind me, continue drinking, no going back unless drunk today!"

Ye Buchun carelessly found the nearest table and sat down.

After a glance full of pressure, he lit up and suddenly picked up his wine glass, heading in a certain direction.

"Little brother Hanjun, come, I toast you!"

"I heard you killed a lot of people in Demon Dragon Island, very manly, I have a bit of a change of opinion about you...Drink! Drink in large gulps!!"

The wine glass forcefully collided, Ye Hanjun felt like he was hit by a mountain, his right wrist hurting.

But he didn’t show any discomfort, his mouth slightly pulled, seemingly laughing but not laughing, and drank all the wine in the glass.

"Eh?"

Ye Buchun twisted his head, staring straight at Ye Liuying, saliva about to flow:

"Is this little sister Liuying? In the blink of an eye, she’s also bloomed like a hibiscus, what a beauty!"

"Come, as your elder brother, I also toast you. I heard you are now a Young King, impressive, really impressive!"

With a bang, Ye Liuying rubbed her swollen wrist, her face slightly cold.

Ye Buchun laughed loudly, raising his powerful arm, showing off his biceps, a wide grin on his face, revealing shining white teeth.

"Where is Rare Jade? Hurry up and come out!"

"Why is our host still not appearing when the guests have arrived, dawdling?"

Ye Buchun, who moved like a dragon and a tiger, turned around, yelling at the beast women present.

"Your Highness, not all guests have arrived, please be patient."

The Ice and Snow Dragon Girl blew a breath of frost, intertwining in the air into spinning snowflakes, dancing like sprites, twinkling like fireflies, she began to dance in such a picturesque scenery.

"I will do a solo dance to alleviate your loneliness."

"Good, good, the dance of the Ice and Snow Dragon Girl, an eighteen forbidden version, this is my first time seeing it!"

Ye Buchun settled down, went back to his seat, and with a thud, sat down, looking on with great interest.

When the dance was over, a chill wind still lingered in the hall.

When everyone was immersed, Ye Buchun was the first to put down his wine glass, his two fan-sized palms slapping till red:

"Wonderful! It’s wonderful!"

"Rare Jade, this guy, really knows how to enjoy himself! I’m so jealous!!"

"I wonder if this Dragon Girl sister has any friends or relatives? Even underage is fine! I also want to hire an Ice and Snow Dragon Girl as a maid!"

"Your Highness is too kind."

The Ice and Snow Dragon Girl’s palm gently rested on her left breast, she bowed slightly and said:

"My dance is not worthy of high praise."

"If your Highness likes, you can hire some Fox Girls, Rabbit Girls, I believe they will be even more beautiful than me."

"Eh? I disagree!"

Ye Buchun suddenly slapped the table, his eyes showing displeasure:

"If a Fox Girl, Rabbit Girl were to perform, it would be second rate!"

"Since I said you are beautiful, who dares to argue? What... Ye Hu? Ye Donghai? Ye Liu? Did I get the names wrong? You tell me, is the Dragon Girl beautiful or not?"

"Of course... very beautiful."

The three people who were called responded unison, honestly standing up and answering.

"Right? I also have an aesthetic sense, even if it’s not as good as Rare Jade, I should have twenty to thirty percent."

Ye Buchun, satisfied with himself, shook his head, seriously babbling on.

"Elder brother Buchun, you are somewhat annoying."

A pair of bare feet gently stepped on the ground paved with gold, stone, jade and bricks.

A gently moving lady radiating strange beams of light, real yet unreal, fake yet not fake, standing like in a dream, walking leisurely with a body full of dreamy colors.

"Oh?"

For an instant, Ye Buchun’s eyes went fierce, turning his head sharply to look.

After seeing who was speaking, his right eyebrow suddenly shot up, he stared for a good while, relaxing his stern face, and laughed loudly again:

"I was wondering who it was, turns out it’s little Ling Wu!"

"You’re still alive, haven’t seen you for years, thought you were dead!"

Ye Buchun smacked his lips, whether he was lamenting that she was still alive or lamenting why hadn’t she died yet, his ambiguous tone made the atmosphere in the hall even more oppressive.

"You needn’t worry about it."

Ye Lingwu walked past Ye Buchun’s table, paused for a moment, and actually sat to the left of Ye Hanjun, very close to Ye Xuezhu and Ye Liuying.

"Ling...sister."

Ye Hanjun hesitated for a moment, taking the initiative to greet her.

"Hmm."

Ye Lingwu didn’t turn her head, nor drink the wine in her cup.

She just responded lightly, and the whole person calmed down, as if she was going to blend into the void, her energy field completely different.