Tales of Demons and Gods: Light Devil Fruit

"I was reincarnated and ended up with a bro-con sister?" Ye Xinghan twitched the corner of his mouth. Looking at his sister standing in front of him like a self-proclaimed guardian, he couldn't help but feel that her bro-con tendencies were quite extreme.

"Qingyu, don't be rude," Ye Xinghan gently reprimanded his sister before stepping forward to greet Ye Zong and Ye Ziyun.

"Uncle, Cousin," he said cheerfully.

Ye Ziyun, who had been hiding behind Ye Zong, took a deep breath and nervously stepped out. She was trembling slightly, her hands hidden behind her back. Slowly, she brought them forward, revealing a small piece of candy.

Her lavender eyes looked at Ye Xinghan with a mixture of nervousness and expectation.

She hesitated for a moment before finally whispering in a voice so soft it was barely audible:

"Co... Congratulations on your recovery."

Ye Ziyun's cheeks flushed red as she offered the candy.

"I didn't expect Ye Ziyun to be this timid as a child. Or... is it because she might have a crush on me?" Ye Xinghan chuckled internally, accepting her gift. It wasn't about the value of the candy, but the sincerity behind it.

He reached out and patted Ye Ziyun's head affectionately, causing her to blush even more and lower her gaze shyly.

"BIG BROTHER!" Ye Qingyu's sudden scream broke the moment. She darted forward, grabbing the hand Ye Xinghan had used to pat Ye Ziyun's head. Hugging it tightly, she glared at Ye Ziyun, baring her teeth like a protective animal.

The surrounding family members chuckled at the siblings' antics, amused by their banter.

Ye Zong scanned the room, ensuring everyone had gathered. Then he raised his voice.

"LET'S BEGIN THE GATHERING!"

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"THIS TOAST IS FOR ALL OF YOU, WHO HAVE CONTRIBUTED EVERY DROP OF BLOOD FOR THIS FAMILY. CHEERS!"

Ye Zong raised his bowl of wine and drank deeply. The other adults followed suit, downing their drinks in unison.

After the toast, everyone settled back into their seats.

"Thank you for attending this gathering," Ye Zong began. "There are important matters to discuss, and I hope we can come to satisfying solutions."

What followed was a discussion among the core and promising members of the Snow Wind Family. They debated various topics, including demon beast hunts, ancient tombs, potential disasters, and charity work. Though some points sparked heated debates, the overall atmosphere remained calm and constructive.

Some of the topics piqued Ye Xinghan's interest, but as a child, he didn't have the right to join the discussion. The matters discussed weren't highly classified, so even if the details were leaked, they wouldn't harm the family.

As the discussion wrapped up, Ye Zong signaled the servants to bring out the main dishes. This marked the beginning of the most anticipated moment for the younger generation, while the adults sat back to relax and enjoy the event.

What moment?

The Martial Exchange.

The descendants and future elites of the Snow Wind Family were given the opportunity to prove themselves before their kin. Those who managed to shine brightly during this event would undoubtedly secure a larger share of the family's resources and attention.

The participants, aged 12 to 14, were limited to a cultivation level of bronze rank fighter. Contestants were matched randomly by drawing lots.

"THE MARTIAL EXCHANGE OFFICIALLY BEGINS!"

With dozens of participants, the competitors were divided into four groups. The victor from each group would then face off in a final championship match.

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(Skipping the earlier rounds to focus on the finals)

The final match was set between a branch family member named Ye Nu, a 14-year-old 3-star bronze rank fighter, and a short boy in a long black robe, which covered him from head to toe.

The two combatants had vastly different fighting styles. Ye Nu displayed refined and coordinated techniques, showcasing the advantages of his proper martial training from a young age.

In contrast, the black-robed boy fought with wild, unrestrained movements. His strikes were reckless and ruthless, often targeting his opponent's vital points. His style was brutal, more akin to that of a feral beast than a trained fighter.

At the start of the match, Ye Nu held a clear advantage, skillfully pressuring his opponent. Though the black-robed boy was savage in his attacks, Ye Nu countered each move flawlessly.

The audience, particularly the adults, murmured in agreement that Ye Nu would undoubtedly emerge victorious. Only Ye Zong, seated quietly, sipped his wine in silence, his gaze fixed on the black-robed boy.

When Ye Nu decided it was time to finish the match, an unexpected phenomenon occurred.

A suffocating aura swept through the hall, and spiritual energy began spiraling toward the fighting arena.

The audience was stunned, their eyes glued to the stage in an attempt to comprehend what was happening.

The dense spiritual energy gathered and condensed rapidly at the black-robed boy's back. Moments later, it solidified into a pair of ethereal spiritual wings.

"OH MY GOD, WHAT IS THAT?!"

"HOLY COW, A SOUL FORMATION!"

"HE'S A SUPREME GENIUS!"

Soul formation was an exceedingly rare phenomenon, requiring an extraordinarily pure soul force. Such an event signified that the boy would have a much easier path to breaking through cultivation barriers and potentially achieving Legend Rank in the future.

The hall erupted in shock and chatter as everyone speculated about the identity of the mysterious boy.

Back on the stage, the tides had turned completely. Ye Nu, once dominant, was now being mercilessly overwhelmed.

The black-robed boy attacked relentlessly, his punches brutal and precise, leaving Ye Nu battered and defenseless.

Finally, the boy executed a devastating roundhouse kick, knocking Ye Nu out and securing his victory.

The audience fell into stunned silence. Ye Nu, a widely acknowledged genius of the family, was expected to win the tournament with ease. No one had anticipated that an unknown, dark horse would steal the spotlight.

The referee who was still dazed by what had just happened, was startled when someone approached him from behind—it was Ye Zong.

The crowd grew restless, wondering what Ye Zong would say.

Grabbing the black-robed boy's hand, Ye Zong raised it high into the air and declared loudly:

"THE WINNER OF THIS MARTIAL EXCHANGE IS NONE OTHER THAN...

YE HAN! MY ADOPTED SON!"

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