Ye Zhentian's Overbearing Protection of His Son

Madam Ye took the crystal-clear immortal herb, her fingertips gently brushing against the fine silver fuzz as she felt a hint of cool sensation.

The faint, refreshing fragrance emanating from the immortal herb lingered at the tip of her nose, as if it could bring peace to one's mind and spirit.

She took a deep breath, a flicker of anticipation and trepidation flashing in her eyes.

"Madam, you may consume it directly."

Old Wu said respectfully.

"The Young Master specifically instructed that this immortal herb has a mild medicinal nature; there is no need to refine it into a pill, as consuming it directly yields the best results."

Madam Ye nodded and gently placed the immortal herb into her mouth.

The immortal herb melted upon contact, transforming into a warm, gentle liquid that flowed down her throat.

In an instant, she felt a warm current wandering through her meridians, and wherever it passed, the long-standing hidden injuries and blocked meridians began to loosen slowly.

"Mm..."

Madam Ye let out a soft hum, her brows furrowing slightly before quickly smoothing out again.

She could clearly feel that the warm current was repairing her damaged meridians, and even those old wounds she had long forgotten were gradually healing.

Ye Zhentian watched his wife nervously, his hands clenching involuntarily.

He could sense that the aura on Madam Ye was gradually becoming steady and powerful, with even faint signs of a breakthrough.

"Madam, how do you feel?"

Ye Zhentian could not help but ask.

Madam Ye did not answer immediately, instead closing her eyes to focus and carefully sensing the changes within her body.

A moment later, she slowly opened her eyes, a look of pleasant surprise flashing through them.

"My meridians... they have completely recovered!"

Madam Ye's voice trembled slightly, clearly unable to suppress the excitement in her heart.

She raised her hand, and a ball of soul power condensed in her palm; that soul power was more solid than before, even faintly carrying a hint of golden light.

"Not only that, my soul power seems to have signs of a breakthrough as well."

Madam Ye continued, her tone filled with disbelief.

Hearing this, a look of wild joy immediately appeared on Ye Zhentian's face.

He grabbed Madam Ye's hand and said excitedly.

"That's great! Your injuries are finally healed! That brat, he finally did something reliable!"

Ye Zhentian laughed heartily and patted Old Wu on the shoulder.

"Old Wu, you've rendered a great service this time! When that kid comes back, I must reward him well!"

Old Wu hurriedly waved his hands and said modestly.

"You are too kind, Family Head. This is all the Young Master's credit; I merely ran an errand."

Madam Ye smiled, then looked at the jade box in her hand and asked, "Zhentian, aren't you going to try your immortal herb?"

Ye Zhentian then remembered his own immortal herb and hurriedly took it out of the jade box.

The form of this immortal herb was slightly different from Madam Ye's; the leaves were broader, the stem presented a faint golden color, and the entire herb gave one a sense of profound weight.

"The Young Master said this immortal herb can allow the Family Head's Martial Soul Evolution into the divine beast Milu, granting control over ultimate power."

Ye Zhentian nodded, a flicker of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and placed the immortal herb into his mouth.

The moment the immortal herb entered his mouth, he felt a majestic energy explode within his body, as if it were about to burst his body apart.

"Ugh!"

Ye Zhentian let out a muffled groan, cold sweat instantly breaking out on his forehead.

He hurriedly sat cross-legged, circulating his soul power to guide that energy to wander through his body.

Seeing this, Madam Ye and Old Wu hurriedly retreated to the side, watching Ye Zhentian nervously.

As time passed, the aura on Ye Zhentian gradually became powerful and profound.

The phantom of his Qilin Martial Soul slowly emerged behind him, but that phantom began to change.

The form of the Qilin gradually blurred, then slowly became clear again; when it had completely solidified, a Martial Soul entirely different from before appeared before everyone.

The phantom of the Milu radiated an ancient and majestic aura, as if it could suppress the heavens and the earth.

Ye Zhentian's soul power also broke through its bottleneck at this moment, rising directly to the ninety-sixth level!

"Success!"

Ye Zhentian opened his eyes abruptly, a hint of golden light flashing within them.

He stood up, feeling the surging power within his body, and could not help but look up and roar.

"Hahaha! I never expected that in my lifetime, I, Ye Zhentian, would actually be able to have my Martial Soul evolve!"

Ye Zhentian burst into laughter, his voice brimming with heroism and joy.

He had originally thought the Qilin Martial Soul was already the pinnacle of divine beast martial souls.

He never expected that one day, it would be able to ascend even further.

Madam Ye stepped forward and gently took his hand.

Old Wu also stepped forward, sighing with emotion.

"Patriarch, the Young Master's growth has already exceeded our expectations."

Ye Zhentian took a deep breath and nodded solemnly.

"That's right, that boy is no longer a child who needs our protection."

"He has his own path to walk, and all we can do is support him with everything we have."

If he had harbored even a shred of doubt before, he now completely believed in the future path of Ye Ruilin.

Madam Ye smiled slightly, her eyes filled with gratification.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

A guard rushed in, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully, "Patriarch, Madam, the Second Master requests an audience!"

Ye Zhentian frowned, a flash of coldness in his eyes: "What is he here for?"

Madam Ye gently patted his hand.

"Zhentian, since he is already here, let's see him."

Ye Zhentian nodded and said in a deep voice.

"Let him in!"

The guard acknowledged the order and withdrew.

A moment later, Ye Zhenting strode in.

His face wore a look of arrogance as his gaze swept over Ye Zhentian and Madam Ye, finally landing on Old Wu.

"Big Brother, Sister-in-law, isn't this the old servant from that boy's side? Why has he suddenly returned? Can't he make it out there anymore?"

Ye Zhenting said indifferently, his tone laced with provocation.

Ye Zhentian sneered and spoke without ceremony.

"Second Brother, what is your business here today?"

Since they had already torn off the mask of civility last time, there was naturally no need to save any face.

Ye Zhenting smiled slightly, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes.

"I heard that Ye Ruilin seems to have a very close relationship with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Big Brother, you shouldn't have forgotten our family's status, should you?"

"Hurry up and bring him back."

The Hidden Family never enters the world, nor do they interfere in any worldly affairs.

If that boy had a close relationship with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, it would be extremely disadvantageous for him; he absolutely could not tolerate such a thing happening.

Upon hearing this, a flash of anger appeared in Ye Zhentian's eyes.

He was about to lash out, but was gently held back by Madam Ye.

Madam Ye smiled slightly and said in a calm tone.

"Second Brother, that brat being able to go to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can be considered a stroke of luck."

"Our Hidden Family never interferes in outside affairs, so please rest assured on that point, Second Brother."

"As for what that brat wants to do, we parents are getting old, and it's not easy for us to manage him anymore."

Ye Zhenting's expression darkened; he clearly had not expected these two to have no intention of calling the boy back at all.

He snorted coldly, his tone filled with threats.

"Big Brother, Sister-in-law, you had better think this through. The Ye Family today is not yours to command!"

"If the family elders find out, I'm afraid it won't be as simple as just bringing him back!"