The 20th Magician

  The Ye family's young men and women were in a mess, Ye Haiyu's wrist bone was twisted to pieces, it would be useless to find a doctor for the time being, unless it was a level 7 healer of the Light System who used intermediate healing magic to restore her fractured wrist.

  Ye Haolan had no sympathy for her, this Ye Haiyu had always deceived her the most, and in her childhood, she was even more vicious, humiliating her countless times. This time, she simply taught her a lesson, seeking justice for her past self.

  Although Ye Haizhen has never experienced what she's gone through, she has digested all her memories, so vivid that those things seem to have happened to herself. In the dark, souls and memories from different times and spaces have merged into one.

  In the midst of chaos, a stern and severe voice suddenly rang out, "What are you all doing!"

  "Grandfather, you must get justice for Fourth Sister, that scoundrel broke Fourth Sister's wrist bone."

  "Grandpa..."

  The crowd parted, and a majestic old man appeared before her. The old man was in his sixties, with a white beard and piercing eyes that shone brightly despite their cloudy appearance, giving off an aura of coldness, majesty, and ruthlessness. Wearing a blue mage robe, he was a water-elemental magician. There was no emblem on his chest, making it impossible to discern his rank.

  Behind him followed a group of people from the Ye family, each with eyes wide in shock as they stared at Ye Haolan. No one could have imagined that a waste like him would actually be able to defeat a Seven-Star Great Warrior.

  "How is this possible?" The crowd was filled with suspicion.

  Ye Haishan smiled coldly and remained silent, her frosty gaze fixed on the old man. Her attitude was arrogant and unyielding, with a strong light shining in her dark eyes that no one could bend her proud bones. The old man narrowed his eyes at this demeanor.

  Is this really Ye's trash, Ye Hailan who never dares to speak loudly, and Ninth Miss who doesn't dare to resist even when humiliated by a maid?

  "What's your explanation?"

  "There's nothing good to explain." Ye Hailan smiled slightly, but her eyebrows were sharp and intimidating, "If you cheat me a little, I will return it tenfold, she deserved it!"

  "How dare you, you unruly and unscrupulous girl! You actually speak to your grandfather like this? You're going against the rules!" The eldest son of the Ye family, Ye Bisheng, was furious. His cold gaze swept over her as he let out a chilly hum. "You have no respect for authority, it seems you've forgotten the teachings of the Ye family. Today, I'll teach you a good lesson."

  Ye Hailan furrowed her brow, the strong ones in the Ye family were indeed numerous. Ye Bisheng, also known as her nominal father, had a blue eight-star emblem on his chest, signifying that he was a magician, and a purple three-star emblem, indicating that he was a Qi warrior. The badges of magicians and Qi warriors differed greatly, although the stars shone similarly, their patterns were distinct; magicians had circular patterns while Qi warriors had square ones. He was a water-elemental mage who also cultivated his Qi to the level of a Holy Warrior, making him an absolute strongman.

  Ye Bisheng chanted, her entire body enveloped in a layer of blue light, growing increasingly scorching hot. Ye Haolan narrowed her eyes, this wasn't an era where she should be showing off. What to do? The difference in power between water-elemental mages was really too great.

  A column of water shot out from his palm, forming a powerful stream of water vapor that suddenly burst forth and rushed towards Ye Haibei. Her face changed greatly as she quickly opened up her body to avoid it, but it was too late. Even with her speed being faster than anyone else's, it still couldn't compare to the speed of a magic conductor. The water vapor enveloped her, making her feel like her body was being lifted and trapped in mid-air.

  It's terrible!

  The water vapor formed a closed space, she couldn't breathe. In the flowing water space, there seemed to be countless hands reaching towards her neck, Ye Haizhen's face contorted in agony.