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The Return of Ye Wuhui and the Wedding Under the Storm
Daoist Qingxuan slowly awoke and instinctively looked toward where Old Hao had been, only to find the spot empty. In Old Hao's place now stood a dignified, stern-faced man. The spirit in his brows and eyes matched the Ye Wuhui of memory exactly, and Qingxuan was so startled that all sleep instantly vanished. He shot to his feet, warily staring at the man before him.
Mother, seeing Qingxuan's reaction, smiled and quickly explained, "Don't worry, Qingxuan he's Old Hao, and also Ye Wuhui."
Perhaps due to the Longevity Sect's cultivation method, Ye Wuhui now had some gray at his temples, looking even more mature and distinguished than he had on the tournament stage. Qingxuan, upon hearing this, was full of disbelief. He scrutinized Ye Wuhui closely, and his heart surged with excitement. He knew of Ye Wuhui's relationship with Mother, which meant Lingxi's safety now had an even stronger guarantee.
He hurriedly straightened his clothes and gave Ye Wuhui a deep, respectful bow. "Brother Ye, now that you've revealed your true form, please accept my respects."
Ye Wuhui nodded slightly, indicating there was no need for such formality.
After that, the carriage pressed on without pause. Though everyone was anxious, the journey was smooth, and after several days they finally arrived at the familiar foot of their sect's mountain.
As soon as the carriage stopped, the eldest senior brother rushed over like a gust of wind, dropping to his knees and hugging Mother's leg, tears streaming down his face as he cried, "Master's wife, you're finally back! I've been worried sick, every day was like sitting on needles, waiting for your return."
He looked just like a child long separated from his mother, full of longing and grievance, tears and snot flowing as he clung to her.
Mother found his behavior both funny and touching, gently stroking his head to comfort him. But then she balled her fist and knocked him on the head.
It turned out that the eldest brother had noticed Mother's skirt was different from before. While hugging her leg, his hand had slipped along the tattered hem and touched her smooth thigh. Puzzled and surprised, he unconsciously rubbed up and down her inner thigh.
Mother, both embarrassed and annoyed, scolded, "You rascal, what are you doing? Get up!" Only then did the senior brother come to his senses, realizing his mistake. He quickly let go and stood up, face flushed, stammering, "Master's wife, I... I didn't mean it, I was just so worried, I didn't notice..."
Seeing him stand, I was surprised. In my memory, the eldest brother was tall, but only a bit taller than me. Now, he stood like a small mountain, only slightly smaller than the palace barbarians, and compared to ordinary people, his nearly two-meter-tall, burly frame was astonishing. His broad shoulders and thick chest gave the impression of blocking out the sun I had to look up to see his face. Full of curiosity, I asked, "Senior brother, how did you get so big?" He boomed, "I don't know! A few days ago, I just turned out like this. And not just me your second brother is about the same." Hearing this, a word popped into my mind: "beastification."
I thought to myself, this must have something to do with Mother's cultivation technique.
I glanced at Old Hao, who looked calm, showing no sign of surprise. Daoist Qingxuan, however, squinted slightly, his eyes full of envy as he looked the burly disciple up and down, thinking that if his own sect had such strong, promising disciples, their reputation and strength would surely soar.
Standing before the eldest brother, Mother looked especially petite, her small frame accentuating his bulk. Still annoyed by his earlier groping, she raised her foot and kicked him, feigning anger: "Go make dinner, I'm hungry."
The senior brother, hearing this, instantly became as obedient as a puppy, nodding eagerly, "Yes, Master's wife, I'll go right away!" He dashed off into the sect, vanishing in a flash.
Finally back at the sect, I felt at ease. The senior and second brothers busied themselves in the kitchen and soon brought out the dishes. We all sat down to eat.
I broke the silence first: "This trip was full of dangers, but thanks to everyone looking out for each other, we made it back safely. Especially thanks to Senior Ye Wuhui without him, who knows what trouble we'd have met." I raised my cup to toast Ye Wuhui.
Ye Wuhui, moved, drained his cup in one gulp. As everyone ate and chatted, the atmosphere grew lively.
Then Mother smiled at me and Lingxi, saying, "Now that everything's settled, I think it's time to arrange these two kids' marriage."
At this, Lingxi's face turned bright red. She lowered her head, eyes darting, unconsciously leaning closer to me.
Feeling her shyness and nervousness, I gently took her small, trembling, slightly cool hand. I turned to look at her, eyes full of warmth and joy.
The senior brother, excited, shouted, "Great! That's a big event! We should invite all the villagers from the foot of the mountain and have a real celebration."
The second brother nodded: "Yes, it's been ages since we had such a happy event. We must make it grand."
Daoist Qingxuan looked at Lingxi. As her "father," he was reluctant but mostly gratified: "Lingxi has been with me all these years. Now that she has a good home, I'm at ease. I hope you cherish each other and live happily."
Lingxi looked up, her voice tiny but firm: "Thank you, Master, for making this possible. Lin-ge and I won't let everyone down."
I squeezed her hand and said, "Uncle Qingxuan, I'll take good care of Lingxi and protect her."
The atmosphere at the table grew even more joyful, everyone discussing the wedding decorations, guests, every face full of happiness and anticipation.
After dinner, Ye Wuhui asked me to walk with him around the sect.
The sunset cast a golden glow over the buildings, gilding the eaves and pavilions. The vermillion pillars, though weathered, stood tall. In the courtyard, green grass sprouted between the flagstones, swaying gently in the breeze as if welcoming an old friend home.
Ye Wuhui strolled slowly, eyes full of nostalgia: "This is where we all spent time together. It's been over ten years. Back then, your father and I often sparred on the training ground, both full of youthful ambition, focused only on martial arts. Your father's swordsmanship was fierce and powerful, every strike like a dragon leaping from the sea. I wasn't to be outdone, relying on agility to match him."
He paused, gazing at a distant pavilion, where a few dead leaves lay on the steps. "Your mother loved to play the zither there, her music pure and ethereal. We'd listen, feeling as if we could grasp the mysteries of heaven and earth. Those were peaceful, beautiful days."
We walked along winding paths, passing an overgrown flower garden. Ye Wuhui sighed: "Your mother used to tend this garden. It was once full of blooming flowers and rare herbs, fragrant and vibrant. Now, only dead branches and weeds remain. Time changes everything; things are not what they were."
I followed quietly, and soon we reached the training ground.
Ye Wuhui stopped, slowly surveying the field, as if recalling old battles.
Suddenly, he reached into his robe and pulled out a thin book, flicking his wrist so it floated to me like a feather.
I caught it and, seeing the title, was shocked it was the complete "Azure Sword Manual."
I looked at Ye Wuhui in amazement and confusion, but he only looked at me calmly and said, "This is your father's masterpiece. I give it to you now carry it forward. With this, your father made his name in the world. Its subtlety and power surpass imagination."
Clutching the sword manual, my feelings were mixed.
Finally, I had a truly powerful sword technique. With it, I could better protect Mother and Lingxi. I bowed deeply to Ye Wuhui, saying excitedly, "Thank you, Senior, for your trust. I'll do my best not to disappoint you or my father."
Ye Wuhui nodded, eyes full of hope: "The path of cultivation is long. You need perseverance. If you have questions, come to me."
I was about to thank him again when a fit of coughing interrupted Ye Wuhui coughed up blood. Alarmed, I rushed to support him.
He waved me off, looking weak and worried. I asked anxiously, "What's wrong?" Old Hao coughed, caught his breath, and said, "My uncle is still too strong..."
He put a hand on my shoulder, eyes earnest: "Don't tell your mother. I don't want her to worry."
I frowned, hesitating, but nodded. "But what about your injuries?"
Ye Wuhui smiled faintly, half comforting, half self-mocking: "I'll recover with rest. But I don't have much lifespan left I can't act recklessly. You must grow stronger to protect your mother."
His words reminded me of our talk in the carriage Longevity Sect's methods consume lifespan, and without Longevity Pills...
Supporting him, Ye Wuhui said, "I'll go down the mountain to see the children." I knew he meant the students he'd once taught at the foot of the mountain.
"Senior, you're so badly hurt don't go. Mother would be heartbroken." I tried to dissuade him.
He shook his head, a stubborn look in his eyes. After a long pause, he said, "My body isn't that bad yet."
He forced himself upright, swaying a little. Clearly, he didn't want Mother to see him like this. Seeing his resolve, I could only warn, "Please be careful. If you're unwell, send for me I'll come get you." Ye Wuhui nodded and hobbled down the mountain. After a few steps, he looked back, a faint hope on his face: "Don't forget to invite me to your wedding."
After he left, I stood thinking did he really not want Mother to see him like this? Or did he know about Mother's cultivation...
I shook my head and focused on the Azure Sword Manual. Opening the old book, I saw the familiar techniques: Azure Light, Azure Edge, Azure Shield, Azure Rainbow. Then came the advanced techniques I'd longed for: Nascent Soul Realm "Summon Thunder's Wrath"; Divine Transformation Realm "Stabilize Heaven and Earth"; Dao Comprehension Realm "Blue Nether and Yellow Springs."
Eagerly, I began to study and practice.
The Nascent Soul technique "Summon Thunder's Wrath" required me to set up a spirit-gathering formation, and, when lightning was active, use myself as a medium to draw the power of heaven's thunder. I practiced according to the manual, set up the formation, and by nightfall, Mother came to the training ground looking for Ye Wuhui. I told her everything.
Mother was worried and wanted to go find him. "Let him rest for a few days. He said he'll come back for my wedding."
"How can I let him go alone..."
"Mom, that's a man's secret love. More than anything, he doesn't want you to see him like this."
I paused, then added, "He knows about the Beast Desire Technique... Maybe he wants you to be... freer without him here."
Mother blushed, pouting: "Hmph, you're just tired of me."
That scared me into silence women's hearts are unfathomable...
After sending Mother off, I sat in the center of the formation, trying to sense the power of thunder and lightning. A dark cloud seemed drawn by the formation, gathering overhead, thunder rumbling. Following the manual, I carefully circulated my energy. Suddenly, all my hair stood on end.
The cloud above seemed a conscious thunder demon, locking onto me with a vast, dangerous will. I took a deep breath, steadied myself, and, as the manual instructed, tried to connect more closely with the lightning.
But the thunder demon's pressure was immense. Every flash of lightning felt like a warning, and my spiritual veins stuttered under its might.
I knew that if I flinched, all would be lost, and it would be even harder to try again.
Gritting my teeth, I focused all my mind on the manual's incantations, my sword trembling as if echoing the coming thunder.
I silently recited the key points, trying to synchronize my energy with the lightning in the clouds.
Gradually, the oppressive feeling eased a little. I felt a faint thread of lightning begin to flow into my meridians, tingling but real. I dared not relax every attempt to draw lightning was a tug-of-war with heaven's power. One misstep and I'd be struck down.
I had to compress and refine the lightning, fusing it perfectly with my own energy, so that when I struck, I could unleash the full might of "Summon Thunder's Wrath."
Just as the pressure vanished, I thought it was over when a bolt of lightning from the thunder demon lashed down. The silver snake of light roared from the heavens, a furious dragon crashing down on me.
Blinding light made it hard to see. A wild, violent force slammed into me, the air sizzling, the smell of ozone thick.
My sword shook violently, nearly flying from my grip. My body was pinned to the ground, feet carving deep grooves, my energy thrown into chaos, rampaging wildly. Blood welled up in my throat.
Why?
I realized something was wrong, but the raging lightning left no time to think. I forced my energy to fight it.
Every bit of energy felt like swimming upstream. The lightning found an outlet, wave after wave battering my meridians, burning and hurting.
I clenched my teeth, veins bulging, sweat pouring, but how could my little Divine Transformation self withstand such thunder?
Agony like a thousand red-hot needles stabbed me, pain spreading everywhere.
My vision blurred with blood, consciousness drifting. Breathing was agony, as if an invisible hand strangled my throat, my lungs burning.
My heart pounded, then weakened, limbs numb.
I was like a lone boat in a storm, about to capsize, my mind being swallowed by thunder.
The thunder roared as if to tear the sky apart, merging with my screams, the sound waves spreading through the sect.
I don't know how long passed. I heard footsteps Mother and Lingxi.
Both were in thin bathrobes, hair dripping with water.
The robes couldn't hide their voluptuous bodies, especially Mother's heavy, fleshy breasts, swaying with each step. Her wet gauze robe clung to her, outlining her curves. Lingxi, smaller, also had full breasts, pink tips visible under the thin cloth.
A rich fragrance filled the air, seeming to come from them, sweat beading on their skin, making the robes cling tighter.
Mother and Lingxi looked panicked. "Son, son, what's wrong? Don't scare me!" Mother's voice was tearful and trembling, her hands waving helplessly, wanting to touch me but afraid to worsen my injuries.
"Lin-gongzi..." Lingxi was already sobbing, tears streaming down her cheeks, her eyes full of terror and pain. She leaned forward but jerked her hand back at the last second, unable to do anything but watch. I was charred, skin cracked like a dry riverbed, wisps of smoke rising.
My throat felt scorched, unable to make a sound, only able to look at Mother and Lingxi with pain and longing.
Then Daoist Qingxuan and the senior and second brothers arrived.
Qingxuan's face was grave. He glanced at Mother and Lingxi's disheveled state, then knelt to check my injuries, frowning, hands carefully probing my pulse and meridians.
The senior and second brothers were briefly distracted by Mother and Lingxi's exposed beauty, but soon focused on my pitiful state, crowding around anxiously. "What happened? How did you get hurt like this?"
Qingxuan's face was grim as he said, "The injuries are severe meridians ruptured, as if hammered repeatedly, nearly destroyed. Energy is rampaging, organs in chaos. His body is badly burned by lightning, life force fading fast. I fear..."
Mother and Lingxi wept even harder.
Mother's eyes were red, tears flooding down as she sobbed, "Son, if you die, how can I go on?"
Lingxi's face was soaked with tears, sobbing, "Lin-ge, don't... don't..."
Looking at everyone, even through my blurred vision, I saw the senior and second brothers' eyes flicker between sorrow for me and being distracted by Mother and Lingxi's exposed bodies. Their faces were pained, as if thinking, "Little brother is like this, and I'm still distracted by that sight..."
The second brother even pinched his thigh to keep from looking, but the bulge in his pants only grew, desire swelling. Threads of green energy flowed from my ring, cooling and soothing me. I tried to open my mouth but couldn't speak. Mother, seeing me like this, ignored her own exposure and leaned over me. "Son, what do you want to say?"
I focused my mind and sent her a message: "Green... energy... ring..."
Then I lost consciousness.
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