Ye Zifeng was forcefully pulled away
by his sister into an empty place with
no people at all.
"Brother Zifeng, are you insane? Why
would you make this kind of bet with
someone like Wang Lin? If father
finds out, he'll definitely scold you
for making the Ye clan lose face
again….."
Xueyi's face was filled with austerity,
but anyone can see that she was
actually worried for her brother.
"Lose face? Why would I make the Ye
clan lose face? I'm going to win some
honor for our clan!" Ye Zifeng
rebutted.
At this time, he was almost done
putting all the piece of pertaining his
old memories back together. He
knows that the girl in front of him
was his sister and in the clan, asides
from this sister of his, no one else
cares about him at all.
Xueyi's eyes widened, "You want to
win honor for our clan? I'm not
hearing things… right? Brother Zifeng,
did they actually beat you until you turned crazy?
I can't let this go….. I'm going to get revenge for you!"
She had grown up playing with Ye
Zifeng, so of course she would care
for him. In her eyes, even if Ye Zifeng
was a good for nothing, she couldn't
stand other people bullying him.
And now, he probably turned into a
crazy lunatic from all those beating
that he had received.
Ye Zifeng quickly pulled her back,
"Don't worry about it. I didn't go
crazy. My mind is as clear as it can
be. From what I know, I don't think
my mind had ever been clearer than it
is now! Don't find them for trouble…
You'll only dirty yourself."
"Okay then…. I'll listen to brother. I'll
let them get away with it this time.
Otherwise, I'll let them understand
the difference between my 8th Stage
of Qi Refining and their abilities."
While saying that, Xueyi stomped
both her feet and pouted to vent her
anger and discarded the idea of
revenge. This cute and adorable side
of hers was completely different from
the ice cold girl from before. Of
course, only her brother was able to
see this side of her.
Ye Zifeng coughed faintly and felt
warmth in his heart for the first time
in a long time, "It seems like the
feeling of having a family member
care for you feels pretty good." Before
crossing into this world, he was an
orphan and a crazy alchemist. All of
his interactions with people were
filled with pretense and compliance.
He had never felt genuine feelings
before.
'What did you say?"
Ye Zifeng softly shook his head,
"Nothing. I was just a bit moved."
Ye Xueyi took a deep breath and
calmed herself down. She couldn't
bear seeing her brother's body filled
with injuries. Whenever she sees her
brother injured, her nose would feel
sour as if she was about to cry.
"Brother...If only you weren't a
good for nothing…. I'm not asking for
much… at least you won't be bullied
by people like Wang Lin…"
The thing that Ye Zifeng can't stand
the most is a woman's tears. Thus, he
didn't want to explain much and
showed her that he was being serious.
This was because he didn't want
someone who cares for him to shed
tears for him.
"Okay, let's not talk much. Three days
is not a long time. I need to start
preparing right away. It's getting late
too, so let's go home."
After walking a few steps, he felt that
something was wrong. He
embarrassingly turned around.
"Right, uhhh Sis, which way is the
way to our house?"
Ye Xueyi was speechless…
Twenty years ago, the Ye clan could
be regarded as a large clan. They
were able to compete with Wang clan
in the east, the Liu clan in the west
and was one of the Leizhou City's
three great families.
However, everything changed when
Ye Zifeng was born.
Ye Zifeng was natural born sick
person. His meridians had been check
by many famous doctors and he was
labeled as "A trash that only appears
once every a hundred years." After
cultivating for so many years, he was
still at the 2nd Stage of Qi Refining,
and became the laughing stock of the
entire Leizhou City. In addition, due
to his sickness, it required his father,
the Ye clan patriarch to repeatedly
transfer True Qi energy into his body
every once in awhile to keep him
alive.
As for his cultivation ability, His
father, Ye Chongtian, had already
given up on him.
But now, this good for nothing son of
his was calmly sitting in front of him,
examining the teacup in his hands,
and drinking it in a manner as if he
was a great master.
"You…What did you just say? You
want to refine pills?" When Ye
Chongtian heard this a moment ago,
he couldn't restrain himself and spat
out the tea that he was drinking.
Ye Chongtian's stared at Zifeng
blankly and then looked away. He
turned and looked at Xueyi.
"What happened? Your brother…
What's wrong with him?"
"Father, Brother was beaten by some
people today, I think that there's
something wrong with his head. I
think that it's because it has been a
while since you transferred True Qi
into his body. How about you transfer
some more True Qi and help brother
out right now?..."
Xueyi worryingly said. After returning
home, she wasn't the icy cold girl
from the sect anymore. She basically
reverted back to a little girl who is
pampered by her parents. Only her
brother and parents would see her
like this.
Ye Chongtian furrowed his brows and
shook his head, "Xueyi, it's not like I
don't want to help him but by giving
him my True Qi, my cultivation had
almost dropped from the Martial Soul
stage down to the Martial Practitioner
stage. If I continue giving him my Qi,
the one who's bullied won't be him
but our entire Ye clan!"
"But... Father, If you won't help
brother, no one else would help
him….." Ye Xueyi softly bit her lips.
Actually, she understood what her
father was talking about. Let's not
talk about being bullied, but if her
father gets anymore weaker, the Ye
clan would be driven out of Leizhou
City. As a fallen clan of what used to
be the three great clans, they had
harbored hatred and jealousy from
the other clans and those clans would
try their hardest to suppress the Ye
clan.
In the Martial Spirit Continent, the
strong devours the weak. Cultivation
level was divided into eight levels:
Martial Disciple, Martial Practitioner,
Martial Soul, Martial Lord, Martial
Emperor, Martial Ancestor, Martial
Saint and Martial God. People like Ye
Zifeng and Ye Xueyi who were still at
the Qi Refining Stage, they couldn't
even be considered as cultivators
much less help the family at all.
Although the Ye family was large, as
the patriarch, Ye Chongtian single
handedly carried all the weight of the
family.
"Father…. Please!" Ye Xueyi blinked a
few times and pouted like a cute sad
dog.
Ye Chongtian waved his hands signal
for her to go away, "Xueyi, stop using
this move every time. This time, I will
definitely not give that good for
nothing son any True Qi!"
In all these years, his cultivation had
been dropping instead of rising. This
was because he had constantly
transferred True Qi into Ye Zifeng to
help prolong his life. This time, he
had decided that he wouldn't do so
anymore.
At that moment, Ye Zifeng opened his
mouth and said, 'Who said I want
your True Qi? Transferring True Qi
into my body would only help for
awhile. It'll only make my body more
reliant on your True Qi and stop
developing!"
Hearing this, Ye Chongtian was
shocked. If anyone else had said this,
he would believe them. But these
words came out of his good for
nothing son's mouth. It felt a bit
weird to believe such words. Usually
Ye Zifeng is very cowardly and
wouldn't even look at him in the eyes,
much less talk face to face with him.
However, he didn't pay any mind to
these small details and laughed,
"Zifeng, it seems like you finally
understand your father. You've grown
up. Just hold on for a bit more. After
your father stabilizes himself in the
Martial Soul Stage, then I'll transfer
some True Qi to you."
Ye Xueyi couldn't help but stare
blankly at Zifeng and felt a bit angry
for him.
"That's why I said I want to refine
some pills before!"
Ye Xueyi quickly grabbed his sleeves
and shook him, "Brother. Stop talking
back. Why are you still acting crazy!"
Ye Chongtian closed his eyes and took
a deep breath, "Okay. Bring him
downstairs. It seems like Xueyi isn't
wrong. He really did get beaten so
much that he turned crazy!"1
Ye Zifeng genuinely and seriously
rebutted, "I can go down, but only
after you give me a furnace and
prepare the ingredients that I have
written down on this paper. If you do
that, I'll leave immediately."
Ye Chongtian tried his hardest to hold
himself back. His hand shook in anger
and said, "You bastard. If you keep
talking like a lunatic, I'll throw you
into the cellar and have you reflect
on your actions against the wall for
three days.
Ye Zifeng didn't quit and continued to
ask, "Let it be then. Put me in the
cellar. I'll do whatever you want as
long as you get me a furnace and my
ingredients…."
"You!" Ye Chongtian slammed his
hand on the table and stood up. As a
Martial Soul stage practitioner he was
able to release and control his power
to pressure people. His glare revealed
a hint of pressure that pressed down
on Ye Zifeng.
"Father!" Ye Xueyi yelled from the
side. It was only then did he release
his pressure and regain his
composure.
Seeing how Ye Zifeng was still barely
standing and looking at him with
determination in his eyes, Ye
Chongtian was shocked.
"Fine. I'll get you a furnace and the
ingredients you want. If you have the
ability, I don't want to see you make
piles of slag!"
After he fiercely replied, he turned
his back to the two, signaling that
they should leave.
"Okay, Brother we can go now." Ye
Xueyi pulled Ye Zifeng.
"Hold on a moment." Ye Zifeng, took
the piece of paper with the
ingredients out, left it on the desk
and left with his sister.
It seems like the Ye clan really had
fallen. He couldn't help but sigh.
After a while, he calmed down and
without knowing, he reached for the
piece of paper that Zifeng had left. He
shot a glance at the strong and
straight writing on the paper.
"When did this kid learn to write so
nicely? Every time I had him write, I
would yell at him for writing his
letters like drawing an earthworm.
Could it be that since he knows he'll
be a trash in cultivating that he
started to learn literature?"
Ye Chongtian laughed bitterly and
began to look at the ingredients that
his son had listed.
With after a rough glance, his
expression changed dramatically.
After carefully reading what was
listed, his hands began to tremble.
When he had finished reading the
entire list, he felt as if lightning had
struck him. His entire body shook and
he was left speechless.