Chapter Twenty-One: They Are My Wives

Because he was close, Ye Wuyá could see everything clearly. The burly man was dressed in the attire of the Mu family and appeared to be the leader of this group. Glancing at the man’s back, he counted twenty people present: twelve from the Mu family and only eight from the Ye family, with both sides locked in a brutal fight.

Four others lingered beside the burly man, not stepping forward to join the fray—clearly waiting to take advantage of the chaos.

Ye Wuyá called out to the man, “Brother, don’t worry! We’re from the Lu family. We got word and rushed back from outside—friends, not foes! We’re here to help. Let’s take out these Ye family members first, then regroup with the others!”

The burly man, hearing Ye Wuyá’s words, put away his axe and responded with sudden realization, “So you’re from the Lu family. And who are those two?” He gestured at the two women behind Ye Wuyá.

“They are my wives,” Ye Wuyá replied calmly.

Now, the distance between Ye Wuyá and the burly leader was less than five meters. With his speed, Ye Wuyá was certain he could kill in a single strike.

Among the Ye family, a young man already wounded in several places heard Ye Wuyá’s declaration. He delivered a heavy punch to his opponent’s chest, forcing the man back, and shouted, “Brothers, reinforcements have arrived for them! Let’s fight them with everything we have!”

Seeing the Ye family poised to fight to the death, the four Mu family men could no longer afford to delay. Abandoning their previous hesitation, they grabbed their broadswords and turned to join the battle, too pressed to question the identity of Ye Wuyá’s group any further.

As the burly man turned away, Ye Wuyá thought, “What an opportunity!”

He gripped his sword tightly, pushed off with his foot, and darted forward—five meters closed in a flash. His sword pierced straight through the man’s chest. The burly man felt a coldness at his chest, stared in disbelief at the blood-dripping blade, and turned to see Ye Wuyá’s devilish smile.

Ye Wuyá’s expression remained calm, as if he had done something utterly trivial.

Amid the stunned silence, he lunged at the nearest Mu family member. His speed was so swift, the man had no time to react—the sword reversed and slashed his throat. Blood sprayed.

Not stopping, Ye Wuyá dashed at a third Mu family member and struck again.

In the blink of an eye, three Mu family men had perished at Ye Wuyá’s hand.

“Be careful, he’s the enemy—” One of the Mu family finally reacted, but before he finished the warning, Ye Wuyá spun and with a single stroke took his head clean off.

The headless corpse collapsed instantly. The series of assassinations was smooth as flowing water—one seamless motion.

“They’re reinforcements—kill them all!” The Ye family youth, having been locked in combat and not noticing the two women behind Ye Wuyá, now realized who they were: the eldest and second young mistresses had returned!

Four Mu family men were already dead. Counting Ruyue and Ruxue, the Ye family now had eleven against eight. The battle was tilting decisively in their favor.

The two women stared in shock at Ye Wuyá, who killed without batting an eye, their hearts roiled with conflicting emotions. They had always been kindhearted, yet fate had forced them to witness such carnage.

Ye Wuyá paid them no heed, sword in hand, as he ran towards the Ye family youth. He struck at the youth’s opponent with lightning speed, his movements ghostly and terrifying.

A Mu family brute, always wary of a sneak attack, swung his axe at Ye Wuyá.

“Husband!” the two women cried out, rushing to his side.

Seeing the descending axe, Ye Wuyá wasn’t sure if he could block it. He immediately withdrew his sword, shifted his stance, and leaped aside, turning defense into offense.

The youth seized the opportunity, bringing his staff down on the Mu family brute’s head with a crack. Blood burst forth.

The two women caught Ye Wuyá, steadying him.

Ye Wuyá said to the youth, “Go help the others—remember, leave two alive.”

The youth nodded and rushed off.

“Husband, are you alright?” Ruyue asked.

Ye Wuyá waved her worries away. “I’m fine. Be careful, both of you. I’ll help the others.”

“We’ll come too!” the women insisted.

“Alright, but keep your spiritual power protecting you at all times. They’re ordinary men—they shouldn’t be able to harm you.”

With that, he charged at the remaining seven enemies, the women following close behind.

“Shattering Stone Palm!” Ruyue appeared behind a Mu family man like a wraith. With a shout, pure spiritual energy gathered in her palm as she struck his back.

With a muffled thud, the man exploded on the spot. Ruyue stared in horror at the blood and flesh she had just scattered.

“Shattering Stone Palm!” Ruxue struck another man with the same move, shattering him as well.

In that moment, Ye Wuyá truly understood the terror of the Spirit-Gathering Realm. Was this the power of martial arts? Was this the difference between cultivators and ordinary people? Could spiritual energy really be used like this? How could it be so devastating? These thoughts spun in Ye Wuyá’s mind as he watched the women unleash their deadly skills.

He had told the youth to leave two alive only to let the women acclimate to the act of killing. The first time was always the hardest, especially for kind-hearted souls like Yue’er and Xue’er—it was a cruel necessity.

Ye Wuyá stepped forward, opened his arms, and drew the pale-faced Ruyue and Ruxue into a tight embrace.

Turning to the Ye family survivors, led by the young man, Ye Wuyá commanded, “Kill them all—leave no one alive.”

“Husband, I... I killed someone!” The two women clung to Ye Wuyá, burying their faces in his chest, trembling in confusion and fear.

He gently patted their shivering shoulders and said, “Don’t carry this burden in your hearts. They all deserved to die. If you hadn’t killed them, would they have spared the Ye family? Think about it—if your strength were less than theirs, would they have shown you any mercy?”

He stroked their backs. “Don’t be afraid. I’m here with you.”

The women nodded. They were not foolish; they would not get lost in endless doubt.

With Ye Wuyá and the two women joining in to dispatch the remaining seven, the pent-up rage of the Ye family exploded into a ferocious assault. Fighting as if their lives depended on it, they brought the battle to a swift end in ten minutes.

Thanks to their numbers, the Ye family succeeded in wiping out the last of the Mu family.

The youth, battered and bloody, led the surviving Ye family members to stand before Ye Wuyá, who was still holding the two women. He cupped his hands in a respectful salute. “Thank you, sir, for your timely aid!”

Ye Wuyá waved his hand without a word, gesturing to the two women in his arms.

“Eldest Miss, Second Miss, this gentleman is...?” The youth looked at Ruyue and Ruxue as they slipped from Ye Wuyá’s embrace, his eyes filled with questions. He had heard that the two young mistresses had been taken away by a mysterious expert, but the reason had never been explained. Could it be this man standing before them? If so, did it mean the Ye family was truly saved?