Chapter Thirty-Three: Ye Yunque [An Extra Chapter for the Leader Fengbian]

“What?” Ye Yunlong’s face changed dramatically in alarm. This ice cellar was more than ten meters deep—now that it had collapsed, could that boy Ye Wuyá, with his cultivation at the ninth level of Spirit Gathering, possibly survive? It would probably take at least someone at the Shaping Realm to make it out alive in these circumstances!

He gently patted the backs of the two women. Looking at the four elders and his three brothers rushing over in the distance, Ye Yunlong said in a somber tone, “Second Brother, Third Brother, Little Sister, seal off the Ye family compound immediately. Not even a fly is to leave!”

“Yes, Big Brother,” replied Ye Yunhu, Ye Yunwu, and Ye Yunque in unison. They naturally understood the gravity of the situation. Now that Ling Feng, Lord of Ling City and the city’s top expert, had allied with those two families, without Ye Wuyá, no one in the Ye family could stand against them. And now, with Ye Wuyá’s life or death uncertain, this news absolutely could not get out.

The three accepted their orders and scattered.

Just as Ye Yunlong finished issuing commands, he suddenly sensed a powerful aura surging up from beneath the earth! This pressure surpassed anything from the Spirit Gathering Realm, making him feel a suffocating oppression. What a terrifying presence!

Ye Yunlong’s body tensed; two streams of protective spiritual energy surged forth, forming a circular shield around him and the two women, covering a two-meter radius.

“Yue’er, Xue’er, circulate your power and protect yourselves!” Ye Yunlong said in a grave voice, pulling the women ten meters back in a swift leap.

Five meters ahead, the Ye family’s strongest combatants—the four elders and Ye Yunlong’s three brothers—stood silently at the ready. Ye Yunlong, along with Ru Yue and Ru Xue, now joined them—ten Spirit Gathering experts of the Ye family clustered together.

Staring at the pit, now about ten meters in diameter, even standing five meters away, those at the peak of the Spirit Gathering Realm could feel the force emanating from within!

“What power! Master, could it be that our son-in-law has broken through to the Shaping Realm?” one of the elders asked. It was a reasonable question; when Ye Wuyá had fought Ling Feng, the city lord had stated his level as ninth stage Spirit Gathering. And it wasn’t unheard of for people to break through after demonic possession—perhaps Ye Wuyá had turned misfortune into fortune.

“What? The Shaping Realm?” The others gasped in shock.

One must understand, in the entire Yan Kingdom, a Shaping Realm cultivator was among the absolute elite! The greatest figure in Yan, Emperor Yan Wuling himself, was only at the Pill Condensation stage.

If their son-in-law Ye Wuyá had truly broken through to the Shaping Realm, the Ye family would instantly become a grand household in Yan.

And beyond that, with Ye Wuyá’s youth, it wasn’t impossible that one day he’d surpass the nation itself, and the Yan Kingdom might even take the Ye name.

Although Xueqing had given the Ye family a Heaven-rank cultivation technique and martial skill, they were both ice-attribute, not suited to everyone. Besides, apart from Ru Yue and Ru Xue, the younger generation of the Ye family had average talent—none seemed destined for greatness.

A muffled boom sounded as the ice surface shattered, fragments scattering. The aura grew ever closer.

Suddenly, a black figure burst out of the broken ice, trailing a mist of frost.

The figure landed on the ground with a thud, earth spraying in all directions.

Ye Wuyá, feeling boundless power coursing through him, glanced at his blood-red hair and thought, “So this is Corpse Frenzy? Incredible. I don’t know how strong Shaping Realm experts are, but in this state, if I met Ling Feng again, I could crush him. I feel like I could even hold my own against someone in the Shaping Realm.”

Two soft, fragrant bodies rushed into his arms. Seeing the tear tracks on the faces of the two women, Ye Wuyá felt a pang in his heart. He hugged them and said, “See? I’m perfectly fine. Why the tears? Come now, don’t cry, or you won’t look as pretty.” He wiped their tears, comforting them gently.

They both managed a smile through their tears, nodding at his words.

Ye Yunlong coughed deliberately.

Ye Wuyá looked up to see Ye Yunlong’s grim face, glaring at him as if he wished to tear him apart. Ye Yunhu, Ye Yunwu, and the four elders stared at Ye Wuyá with wide, curious eyes.

He glanced at the woman behind them—a girl of about twenty, with lustrous black hair falling to her back, graceful brows, bright eyes, a delicate nose, and cheeks tinged with rose. Her lips were dewy and red, her snow-white skin flawless as jade.

Ye Yunque snorted coldly, turning her head away, clearly unwilling to grant Ye Wuyá any kindness.

Scratching his head awkwardly, Ye Wuyá was suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of weakness—Corpse Frenzy faded. His face turned pale, body drained as if hollowed out, a ravenous hunger gnawing at him. Clinging to the two women, Ye Wuyá gained a new understanding of Corpse Frenzy. It seemed to activate when his emotions peaked, but he could only maintain it for about three minutes. Yet those three minutes brought a total boost of a hundred percent—enough to serve as his ultimate trump card. Now, though, every drop of his energy and blood was spent; until he recovered, there would be no using Corpse Frenzy again.

So Corpse Frenzy was fueled by his own vitality and emotions, like a berserk state unleashing tremendous strength. “Berserk” suited it better as a name—why call it Corpse Frenzy? That meant, as long as his energy was strong enough, he could extend its duration and maybe even challenge higher realms.

Just the thought brought a faint smile to Ye Wuyá’s lips.

“Husband!” Seeing his aura plummet, the two women looked up in alarm.

“I’m fine, just used a secret art. I’ll recover in a few days,” Ye Wuyá reassured them.

Watching Ye Yunlong approach, Ye Wuyá felt a wave of awkwardness. Back on Earth, he’d had no relatives, only digging and digging every day. In this world, not only did he possess fantastical powers, he’d married two beautiful wives, and now had gained a father-in-law. Honestly, he had no idea how to face his “bargain” father-in-law.

Still, manners were important.

“Father-in-law!” Ye Wuyá called out with a warm smile.

Ye Yunlong snorted, refusing to show him any warmth.

Ye Wuyá understood his feelings. Ru Yue and Ru Xue were still so young, and he had already taken them as wives. If their places were reversed, he’d feel the same way.

“As long as you’re fine. Let’s go back,” Ye Yunlong said at last, turning toward the family compound.

Hearing this, Ye Wuyá straightened his back and replied loudly, “Yes, Father-in-law!”

As he strode away, a smile flickered at Ye Yunlong’s lips. “Ying’er, your precious daughters have someone to care for them now. He’s a good young man—I can rest easy…”

Grinning slyly at the two women, Ye Wuyá said, “See? Father-in-law isn’t so harsh after all! Now that he approves, I’m officially your family’s son-in-law!”