Ye Tian nodded approvingly. "Ye Xian, you did well. Your quick thinking and firm actions protected the clan's honor today. You've shown that your determination is just as strong as your intelligence."
'Thank the heavens! This brat Ye Xian actually handled the situation—if he hadn't, I swear I was about to have a full-blown heart attack right then and there! I could already see my spirit floating out, waving goodbye!'
Ye Feng, who had been quietly watching, finally spoke. "Yes, Ye Xian, you handled everything well." Then he looked at the clan leader and said.
"Elder brother, I'm going into closed-door cultivation for a while."
The clan leader nodded, and Ye Feng left first.
Ye Xian smiled and respectfully said. "Thank you, Patriarch."
As the crowd started to leave, the tension in the hall slowly faded. The situation had been resolved, and the truth had come out.
But just as Ye Xian was about to leave, a teasing voice came from the remaining crowd.
"You were really impressive today. Still a bit of a perv, though," said Ye Ling'er with a playful smile.
Ye Xian met her gaze with a smirk. "You're not completely wrong," he said, clearly joking.
Meanwhile, his stepmother, who had been watching with a bitter expression, whispered something to Ye tian wife before quickly leaving the hall. It was obvious she wasn't happy with how things had turned out.
Ye Xian quietly let out a breath. He felt a sense of relief and satisfaction. The plan against him had been exposed, and his name was cleared. But he knew this was just the beginning—more challenges were waiting.
He looked around and noticed Ye Shen was not here. Most likely, he was one who had erase the tracks.
'What a sneaky bastard,' Ye Xian thought to himself, frowning inwardly.
As he walked down the corridor, he heard some familiar voices. Curious, he followed the sound and came to a small garden where a funny scene was happening.
Two twin girls around eleven years old were clinging to a young man, each holding one of his hands, speaking eagerly.
"Play with us, Brother Tianling! We're bored, and no one's played with us all morning! We can't find big sister either!"
Ye Tianling looked tired and annoyed. "I'm exhausted. Go find someone else."
"No! Play with us!" the twins insisted, pulling on his arms. "You always say that, but you never play with us!"
"I'm not in the mood," he replied, his voice getting sharper. "Go play by yourselves."
"But it's more fun with you! Come on!"
Ye Tianling's patience was wearing thin. Just as he was about to yell, another voice stepped in.
"What's going on here?"
Ye Ling'er walked over, her voice light but firm. She looked at the scene and turned to the twins.
"Why are you clinging to Brother Tianling? Don't you know he's busy? How about you play with me instead?"
The twins, who were almost in tears from being rejected, quickly cheered up. Afraid she might change her mind, they let go of Ye Tianling and ran to Ye Ling'er instead.
"Yes! Let's play!" they said excitedly. "What should we play? Tag?"
"No," said Ye Cai, the one with the black hairband, pouting. "Big Sister Ling'er would win too easily."
Ye Ling'er smiled. "You go ahead, Brother Tianling. I'll take care of them."
Ye Tianling twitched his eyebrows, then walked off toward his room.
"Cold. Brother Tianling is so cold," muttered Ye Cao, the one with the blue hairband.
"Yeah. So cold," Ye Cai agreed.
"Don't say that," Ye Ling'er said gently. "He'd feel bad. He's just tired and busy."
"Is it because he became a cripple?" Ye Cai asked bluntly.
Ye Cao nodded. "Probably. He was really kind to us before—when we used to call him 'Genius Brother Tianling.' Now he gets mad when we say that."
Ye Tianling had once been a cultivation genius. He reached the peak of the Element Disciple Realm by 18 and broke into the Element Master Realm at 20. His talent was well known in Azure Sky City, and many people believed he would become a great leader one day.
But fate had other plans.
Every five years, Azure Sky City held a big martial arts tournament to decide how business areas would be divided among the city's top clans. Instead of fighting bloody battles for trade rights or land, they settled things through matches between the younger generation.
Young cultivators under 20 would represent their clans and fight for honor. The more battles a clan won, the more business territory they earned—getting a larger share of trade and resources.
Ye Tianling's bright future ended during one of these tournaments.
He fought Lu Yin, the heir of the powerful Lu Clan. Their battle was intense, with both showing high skill. But near the end, Lu Yin used a deadly technique that broke Ye Tianling's dantian and completely destroyed his ability to cultivate.
Just like that, all of Ye Tianling's strength was gone. The genius who once stood at the top became a normal person, his dreams shattered.
That match didn't just ruin Ye Tianling's future—it changed the power balance in Azure Sky City. The Ye Clan lost a rising star and fell behind, while the Lu Clan grew even stronger.
For Ye Tianling, the loss was more than physical—it was the end of everything he had worked for.
Once praised as a prodigy, he had now fallen from grace. As the only blood-related son of the clan leader, everyone had high hopes for him. He dreamed of leading the clan one day, but now that hope was gone. The injury deeply hurt his confidence, turning the once proud and driven young man into someone quiet and distant.
As Ye Xian approached, Ye Ling'er looked at him and said, "Do you want to play with us too?"
He smiled and replied, "Actually, I'd love to, but I have a little work to do and I need to go to the academy soon."
When Ye Ling'er heard this, she said, "Then let's go together today."
"Okay"
Ye ling'er said, "Thanks, but
please wait for a bit. I'll play with them for a little while before we go."
The twin girls—Ye Cao and Ye Cai—thought Ye Ling'er wasn't going to play with them when they heard she was going to the academy. But when they heard the second part—that she would still play with them before going—they felt really happy.
Ye Xian noticed this and quietly headed to his countyard.
When he entered his room. He felt soft, milky hands sliding around his waist, pulling him back into her. No warning, no hesitation. her tits, full and heavy, crushing against his back, so plush they deformed against him, warm even through the fabric. He could feel every curve, every breath she took, her nipples stiffening even through the fabric between them.
The heat of her skin burned into him, her heartbeat a rapid, hungry rhythm against his spine. She clung tighter, ground against him just slightly, letting him feel every inch of her softness, her desperation, her fingers slid possessively over his chest, her body speaking what words couldn't.