Chapter Twenty-Three: Father-in-law, I Am Your Son-in-law

Ye Yunlong had a foreboding sense in his heart, recalling the words Xueqing had uttered earlier. Could it be that this young man before him was the one? He had descended from the sky with both of his daughters, yet Ye Yunlong sensed no cultivation from him. Only a faint ripple of spiritual energy emanated from the young man—could he be a body cultivator? If that were the case, everything that had happened would make sense. But Ye Yunlong remained uncertain of the young man’s true strength.

Ye Wuyá saw his father-in-law questioning him. Before the two women could answer, he hurried forward, bowed respectfully to Ye Yunlong, and addressed him, “Father-in-law, I am your son-in-law! My name is Ye Wuyá!”

“Father-in-law, I am your son-in-law, your son-in-law…” The words echoed in Ye Yunlong’s mind, as if an explosion had gone off, leaving him perturbed, as though something dear to him had been snatched away.

Clenching his fists tightly, he glared at Ye Wuyá with a murderous glint in his eyes, enunciating each word, “Have you married them?”

Ye Wuyá nodded.

“Damn it!”

“Are you out of your mind, boy? Do you even know where you are? Why did you bring them to such a dangerous place!” Ye Yunlong roared.

“Father, it was we who wanted our husband to bring us here. It has nothing to do with him!” Ruyue hastily grabbed Ye Yunlong’s arm and explained.

“You two, be quiet! Such young girls, calling him husband!” Ye Yunlong shot a glare at his daughters.

Ye Wuyá scratched his head awkwardly. It seemed that his father-in-law had quite a temper.

Slowly, Ye Yunlong walked up to Ye Wuyá, placing his palm on the young man’s shoulder and pressing down hard without changing his expression.

Ye Wuyá felt a heavy force upon him, as if he were carrying hundreds of pounds of stone on his back. Was this the power of the Spirit Gathering Realm? Just a casual press exerted such force!

Ye Yunlong noticed that even with half of his strength, he hadn’t caused Ye Wuyá any trouble. He nodded slightly, then leaned in and whispered in Ye Wuyá’s ear, “You’ve seen our family’s situation. I was against this at first, but since you’re already married, I won’t say more. I’m entrusting them to you now. Soon, I’ll give you a chance—take Yue’er and Xue’er and leave through the back gate, as far as you can. Don’t come back unless you have the strength to do so. Take good care of them. If you ever betray them, I swear I’ll haunt you even as a ghost!”

Hearing Ye Yunlong’s words, Ye Wuyá felt a strange surge of emotion within him—a sour ache. Orphaned from birth, he grew up in an orphanage, and at five was taken away by an old man to rob tombs. He had never known parental love. Yet, listening to Ye Yunlong’s words, he seemed to understand something: so this is a father’s love—the willingness to risk everything to protect one’s children.

“Well, well, looks like the two girls, Ruyue and Ruxue, have returned. Even more charming than before! I’ve never tasted a woman of the Spirit Gathering Realm, let alone such beautiful girls! Tsk tsk! Once the Ye family is destroyed, I simply must have a taste!” Mu Qing mocked.

Upon hearing this, Ye Wuyá turned and fixed his gaze on Mu Qing, murderous intent erupting in an instant. He wildly circulated the Corpse Frenzy Secret Technique, a surge of overwhelming killing intent flooding his body. His long fangs emerged, eyes turning crimson. These two women were his reverse scale, his wives—how could he not be enraged at such slander?

Ye Yunlong watched Ye Wuyá’s transformation and felt the cold, murderous aura radiating from him. He couldn’t help but shudder.

“Father-in-law, it seems I cannot leave. I will prove to you that I have the strength to protect Yue’er and Xue’er,” Ye Wuyá said, not turning his head.

“Don’t be rash, boy. Mu Qing is the Mu family head, his strength is about the first level of the Spirit Gathering Realm. Are you truly certain you can kill him?” Ye Yunlong asked.

Ye Yunlong knew nothing of Ye Wuyá’s background. If Ye Wuyá truly had the confidence to defeat Mu Qing, then perhaps the Ye family had a sliver of hope.

The Ye family members were also startled by Ye Wuyá’s display.

“An eighty percent chance. Father-in-law, do you dare to gamble?” Ye Wuyá looked at Ye Yunlong.

“What? Eighty percent?” The Ye family members nearby naturally heard Ye Wuyá’s words.

“Eighty percent? That’s enough!” Ye Yunlong replied joyfully.

Looking at Ye Wuyá, he continued, “Counting me, our Ye family has eight Spirit Gathering experts, and now Yue’er and Xue’er have reached that realm as well. Opposite us are eleven. If you’re truly confident, you must deal with Mu Qing quickly—I fear Yue’er and Xue’er won’t last long.”

“Husband,” Ruyue and Ruxue clung tightly to Ye Wuyá’s hand.

Ye Wuyá waved his hand and said to them, “Trust me. Be careful yourselves, focus on entangling the enemy and keeping yourselves safe!”

As for where Ye Wuyá’s eighty percent confidence came from—remember, the Corpse Frenzy Secret Technique could not only absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but also siphon the cultivation of others! Last time, if Ye Wuyá hadn’t desperately suppressed the technique, even the two women would have been drained dry.

“Now that your family is reunited, you can all stay! Mu family, heed my order—kill them all!” Mu Qing shouted.

“Lu family, heed my order—kill!” Lu Wushuang, seeing Mu Qing had given the command, also shouted.

“That one’s mine!” Ye Wuyá said coldly, pointing at Mu Qing.

Ye Wuyá and the Spirit Gathering experts of the Ye family each found their opponents.

Each side had eleven Spirit Gathering experts; once one battle was decided, the tide would turn completely.

The great battle was about to begin.

Ye Wuyá went straight for Mu Qing, while Ye Yunlong faced off against Lu Wushuang. The two women each confronted an elder of the Mu family.

Ye Wuyá gripped his longsword and charged at Mu Qing.

He wielded his broadsword like a saber, a slash aimed straight at Mu Qing’s head.

Mu Qing also gripped a great blade, swinging it to meet Ye Wuyá’s sword.

Clang!

The sound of metal colliding rang out sharply.

Both men retreated after the first exchange, testing each other without using their full power. So this was the strength of the Spirit Gathering Realm—truly terrifying!

What strength this boy has, Mu Qing thought, feeling the trembling hilt in his hands.

The two clashed again and again. Each of Ye Wuyá’s strikes was dodged by Mu Qing, and faced with the fierce, sweeping blade technique, Ye Wuyá kept moving, evading and countering whenever he found an opening.

Having never learned the martial techniques of this world, he relied only on his reflexes and strength—this would not be an easy fight.

He glanced in Ruyue and Ruxue’s direction. The two women were locked in combat with the Spirit Gathering experts from the other families. The fight was evenly matched. Seeing they were unharmed, he felt a little relieved.

“Boy, distraction is dangerous! But I didn’t expect Ye Yunlong to send an untrained brat to face me! You’re strong, but are you a body cultivator? Hahaha! Just a worthless wretch with no attributes! Let me show you the Mu family’s Tyrant Blade!” Mu Qing laughed heartily, brandishing his great blade.

Gripping the blade with both hands, he shouted, “Yellow-grade technique—Tyrant Blade Slash!” With a deep voice, Mu Qing channeled his spiritual energy into the blade, which burst forth with brilliance as he brought it down upon Ye Wuyá.

A green blade light shot toward Ye Wuyá at lightning speed.