One Thousand Steps of the Tyrant Seal Art

Second Young Master Fenn and Third Young Master Fenn glared at each other.

Seeing that neither spoke, First Young Master Fenn opened his mouth. "Little brother, the Fenn Family will take responsibility for your injury. If you need anything, just say so. But as a brewer for the Fenn Family, we must be strict. Before each jar of wine is sealed, you must drink some yourself. Only if there’s no problem can it be sent to the Fenn wine cellars."

This was obviously to ensure there were no toxins in the wine, and Evan Yang understood. He endured the pain, frowned, and said, "No problem." But inside, he sneered, "So Third Young Master Fenn, huh? Now I’ve seen your true face. I’ll settle this score with you sooner or later."

The three saw Evan Yang agree and had no objections.

But inside, Evan Yang sneered, "Looks like they don’t really understand wine."

Many wines only reveal their effects after long aging. The toxicity is similar—some are harmless before storage, but become deadly when opened years later.

Evan learned this from the Wine Immortal, so while the Fenns seemed satisfied on the surface, he was already picturing the day they opened the wine to drink.

"Well, if there’s nothing else, we’ll leave now." Second Young Master Fenn, having finished their business, didn’t want to see Third Young Master and planned to leave.

"Don’t go yet. In a few days, grandfather will come out and plans to teach us that technique." First Young Master Fenn suddenly stopped them.

"What? He really plans to teach us that realm-suppressing Tyrant Seal Art?" Second Young Master Fenn exclaimed in shock.

Evan Yang was even more shocked. He’d thought they’d already practiced it, but it turned out none of them had ever touched it. He was secretly delighted—at least he’d get a chance to observe.

"Yeah, so you’ll stay here for the next few days. As for your guards and the Wine Immortal’s apprentice, they’ll stay with you in a small manor." First Young Master Fenn replied.

Second Young Master Fenn, who’d planned to leave, was now overjoyed. Besides his grandfather and father, no one else knew the Tyrant Seal Art.

Third Young Master Fenn was also shocked. He knew Ye Chen’s cultivation had been suppressed by his father using this art, just to prevent her from harming him.

Seeing the mixed expressions, First Young Master Fenn said, "So behave yourselves these next few days. Don’t cause trouble, or if grandfather gets angry, it’s not my responsibility."

The two replied in unison, "As long as he doesn’t provoke me, I’ll behave."

"You two..." First Young Master Fenn was exasperated by their antics.

"Let’s go." Second Young Master Fenn said to Evan Yang and the others.

Third Young Master Fenn left in a bad mood, leaving First Young Master Fenn alone in the empty hall, sighing, "Those two..."

Evan Yang followed Second Young Master Fenn, but a strand of Divine Sense shadowed Third Young Master Fenn, tracking his every move.

This man was none other than Miles Fenn, Captain of the Fifth Squad—the one who had knocked Evan Yang into Dead Lake. Evan remembered him vividly.

"The Ye Clan still hasn't been found, and that girl hasn't been located either. As for that man, he fell into Dead Lake back then—he shouldn't have survived," Miles Fenn replied.

"It's been years and you still haven't found them?" Third Young Master Fenn was clearly agitated.

"If they're deliberately hiding from us, in seclusion, there's nothing we can do to find them," Miles Fenn said helplessly.

"Damn it, have I not treated her well? Why does she treat me like this!" Third Young Master Fenn said angrily. Over the years, his feelings for Ye Chen were mixed with both love and resentment.

"Her cultivation is sealed. Without undoing the seal, she can't cultivate—and there are side effects," Miles Fenn explained.

"Side effects—she knows about them, but she still avoids me and won't let me see her," Third Young Master Fenn said angrily.

"It seems she's determined not to see you, Young Master. I think you should let it go and stop worrying about her," Miles Fenn advised.

"No! Whether she likes me or not, I will keep her by my side!" Third Young Master Fenn snorted coldly.

Seeing Third Young Master Fenn's insistence, Miles Fenn sighed, "Alright, I'll keep sending people to search."

"Mm, make sure you find her whereabouts," Third Young Master Fenn said coldly, still angry.

Miles Fenn left, and Third Young Master Fenn gazed at the sky, muttering, "Ye Chen, Ye Chen, is there anything wrong with the Fenn Family?"

Evan Yang, eavesdropping from inside the house, was shocked. He had never known that Ye Chen’s cultivation seal had side effects—she had never told him.

After learning this, Evan Yang felt unsettled. But he was deep inside the Fenn Family stronghold, surrounded by powerful experts. He dared not circulate spiritual power to enter the Sky-Piercing Tower and ask her directly.

"Wait for an opportunity," Evan Yang thought, eager for the day they would receive training in the Tyrant Seal Art.

But things didn’t go so smoothly. When the day finally arrived, the three young masters were summoned to a special place.

That place was their grandfather’s cultivation ground—a jumble of rocks, chaotic formations, and, most importantly, it blocked Divine Sense and sound. Evan Yang’s Thousand-Mile Echo and spiritual perception couldn’t penetrate it.

Evan Yang could only sigh, "The Fenn Family really is cautious."

Helpless, Evan Yang could only wait. He waited ten days before the three young masters finally emerged, clearly exhausted.

"Second Young Master, you’re back!" the guards said joyfully.

Evan Yang also stepped forward to greet him.

"Yeah, it was grueling, but we finally learned it," Second Young Master Fenn said.

"Second Young Master, what’s the Tyrant Seal Art like? Can you show us?" the guards asked curiously.

Evan Yang was also interested, smiling, "What is this Tyrant Seal Art anyway?"

"You’re just a mortal, what would you know?" the guards said irritably.

Second Young Master Fenn was tired, but learning the Tyrant Seal Art put him in a good mood, so he called everyone into the study.

"The Tyrant Seal Art is troublesome to perform—it has a thousand steps. Just that alone is shocking," Second Young Master Fenn said with a smile.

"Wow, that many?" the guards exclaimed in surprise.

"Of course. I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll show you—but don’t tell anyone outside. Grandfather doesn’t want others to know the three of us have learned the Tyrant Seal Art," Second Young Master Fenn said seriously.

Everyone nodded. As for Evan Yang, a mere mortal, Second Young Master Fenn didn’t pay him any mind.

Second Young Master Fenn had a guard step forward. "Let’s use you as an experiment," he said.

With that, Second Young Master Fenn’s hands moved rapidly—so fast the guards couldn’t follow. Evan Yang, however, split his Divine Sense into multiple threads, locking onto every movement and memorizing them all.

When all one thousand moves were finished, Second Young Master Fenn smiled and asked, "How is it?"

"My cultivation’s been suppressed by a whole realm?" the guard exclaimed.

"Yes, you’ve been suppressed from the Spirit-God Realm to the Soul-Gathering Realm. To suppress you further, I’d need to cultivate for years or even centuries," Second Young Master Fenn said with a smile.

"Second Young Master, how many realms can you suppress now?" one guard asked suspiciously.

"Right now, I can only suppress one major realm," Second Young Master Fenn said proudly.

"What about the Fenn Family Patriarch?" the guard asked, curious about the head of the clan.

"My grandfather? He’s incredible. He once said that if he wanted, he could suppress eight major realms. My father and uncles can do at least five," Second Young Master Fenn said admiringly.

"No worries, Young Master. You’re still young. With time, you’ll be able to suppress eight realms too," the guard said with a flattering smile.

Second Young Master Fenn laughed, "Not bad, not bad—I am still young."

"Young Master, could you undo the suppression for me?" the guard whose cultivation was suppressed asked with an embarrassed smile.

"No problem," Second Young Master Fenn said, then performed another thousand-step reversal process.

After undoing the suppression, Second Young Master Fenn was visibly exhausted, as if he had used up a lot of energy.

The restored guard laughed, "The Tyrant Seal Art really is powerful. When Young Master reaches a higher realm, it’ll be even more impressive."

"Haha, of course," Second Young Master Fenn laughed.

Everyone showered him with compliments until Second Young Master Fenn finally said, "Take a break, then we’ll head back."

"Alright," everyone nodded.

No one noticed that Evan Yang’s eyes kept flickering. He had memorized every move Second Young Master Fenn performed. He planned to slip away and practice the art himself as soon as he got the chance.

Just as Second Young Master Fenn led everyone out of the manor, Third Young Master Fenn appeared, accompanied by an elderly man.

At first, Evan Yang thought the old man was the Fenn Family Patriarch, but their conversation soon revealed otherwise.

"Steward, what brings you here?" Second Young Master Fenn asked in surprise. He knew the steward’s authority—most clan affairs were handled by him.

His identity was well known among the Fenn Family—he was the same-sect senior brother of the clan patriarch.

Everyone wondered what had brought him here.

But seeing Third Young Master Fenn’s gaze, everyone sensed something was off.

"Second Young Master, I heard from Third Young Master that you recruited a disciple of the Wine Immortal, so I wanted to come see for myself," the steward said with a smile.

Second Young Master Fenn was secretly alarmed by the reason, glaring at Third Young Master Fenn, then smiled at the steward, "Yes, Steward."

--- End of Chapter 633 ---