<b>Chapter 44: The Orphan of the Ye n</b>


    “Young Master,” the ck-armored middle-aged man greeted as Ye Xuan entered his hotel room.


    The man had been waiting patiently, his presence imposing with a scar that marred his face, giving him a fierce and dangerous aura. He was a high-level professional, a formidable force at Level 50.


    “Young Master!” The man’s face lit up with a rare smile. “I’ve heard the news—Young Master, you’ve grown even stronger. If the Old Master were here, he would be proud.”


    “Uncle Xie,” Ye Xuan responded with a respectful nod, clearly holding the man in high regard. His face then showed a look of anticipation. “Were things sessful?”


    Uncle Xie, the middle-aged man, nodded slowly, his expression serious. “It went as nned. Several major guilds have secretly pledged their allegiance, and we’ve managed to collect eight Dragon Crystals.”


    Hearing this, Ye Xuan’s eyes shed with excitement. For years, he had carried the burden of avenging the massacre of his family, biding his time, waiting for the moment to strike back. His enemies were formidable, so powerful that most of the time, all he could feel was despair, with no hope of revenge in sight.


    But now, the dawn of vengeance was finally within reach… Ye Xuan clenched his fists tightly, his resolve burning bright in his eyes.


    “One day, the Ye n will rise to the top of the world once more!”


    —


    Twenty years ago, the Ye n had been one of the most powerful and prestigious families in the Empire, rivaling even the imperial capital’s Qin n.


    The head of the Ye n, Ye Buxiu, was a legendary Level 85 Dragon Knight, a figure of immense power and respect.


    The Ye n’s Origin Guild, which they had founded centuries ago, was thergest and most influential guild in the Empire, possibly in the entire human world.


    The guild boasted tens of thousands of professionals, and on several asions, it was the Ye n who had led the Origin Guild to the Void Frontlines, repelling invasions by the Void’s dark forces.


    Moreover, the Ye n was renowned for being the only family, aside from the imperial family, known to have the ability to awaken dragon-rted professions. They also possessed the fabled Divine Revtion Endgame, a power that was coveted by many.


    For years, the Ye n had maintained a strong alliance with the royal family, their power and influence growing ever stronger. But then, eighteen years ago, in a single night, the mighty Ye n was annihted.


    Led by the Qin n, several other noble familiesunched a sudden and brutal attack on the Ye n. Despite Ye Buxiu’s incredible strength and his powerful Level 70 Bronze Dragon mount, he was eventually overwhelmed by thebined might of Qin Ming and the other noble families.


    The battle was fierce, shaking the very heavens, with entire cities being reduced to rubble. In the end, Ye Buxiu was killed, and the remaining high-ranking members of the Ye n were all ughtered.


    Hundreds of members of the Ye n’s main and branch families were executed that night, their bloodlines nearly wiped out.


    The once-mighty Origin Guild crumbled in the aftermath, its vast resources and territories divided among the victors. Many of the guild’s professionals were conscripted into the military, relegated to second-line units.


    The rest were scattered into countless smaller guilds, with the spoils divided among the conquering families.


    The wealth and resources of the Origin Guild were so immense that it took two years for the spoils to be fully divided…


    —


    Ye Xuan was the sole survivor of that massacre. His true identity was the heir of the Ye n, the eldest son of Ye Buxiu, and the rightful sessor to the Origin Guild. On the night his family was annihted, Ye Xuan was only five years old. He vividly remembered the horrors of that night—the bloodshed, the terror.


    Thanks to his father drawing most of the attackers’ attention, and with the sacrifice of a loyal guard, Ye Xuan had managed to escape through a spatial anchor, narrowly avoiding death.


    That loyal guard was none other than Uncle Xie, the man who had stayed by Ye Xuan’s side all these years.


    “Qin n…” Ye Xuan’s voice was low, filled with a deep-seated hatred. As a survivor of the Ye n’s destruction, he knew exactly what had transpired that night.


    The Ye n had been betrayed by the very families they had once considered allies.


    On that fateful night, Qin Ming led a massive force of Qin n elites and other noble families in a surprise attack on the Ye n. The Ye n, caught off guard, suffered devastating losses almost immediately. In desperation, they sent out pleas for aid to the other noble families of the Empire.


    But when those supposed allies arrived, they joined the Qin n in its assault, turning their des against the Ye n. Ye Buxiu fought fiercely against Qin Ming for days, but ultimately he was defeated and killed.


    After the massacre, Qin Ming, in his role as the Director of the Cardinal Council, dered that the Ye n had been conspiring with the Void, nning to establish a Void Anchor within the Empire to wee the arrival of a Void Terror.


    The absurdity of the usation filled Ye Xuan with rage. The Ye n had led the fight against the Void on countless asions, defending the Empire and the world from the Void’s dark gods. Yet, they were nowbeled as traitors, their legacy stained by lies.


    But Ye Xuan knew the truth. Qin Ming’s true goal had never been justice. It had always been to seize the Ye n’s Divine Revtion Endgame.