Ye Family Chamber.
"Bang!"
Fourth Elder Ye Wenchang's calloused palms slapped heavily on the discussion table made of thousand-year-old rosewood.
The celadon tea cup on the table was shaken so much that it jumped three inches, and the hot tea splashed onto the brocade tablecloth, instantly spreading a dark water stain.
"Absolutely lawless!"
Veins popped out on his forehead, and his gray eyebrows stood up.
"A young boy who has been away from home for three years dares to humiliate his clan brothers in public just after he returns. If word of this spreads, how can we, Ye Family, stand on it?"
Obviously, he was extremely dissatisfied with what just happened.
Second Elder Ye Hongxue slowly used the tea lid to skim off the foam, and the porcelain made a crisp sound when it collided.
He took a sip of Cloud Mist Spirit Tea and then raised his slack eyelids.
"Wenchang, what you said is unfair."
"Obviously it was Ruixuan who came to provoke him. Do you want Ruilin to swallow his anger?"
"Provocation?"
Ye Wenchang sneered.
"As Ruixuan's younger brother, what's wrong with caring about his cultivation progress?"
"Ye Ruilin, on the other hand, has been under the care of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for three years. Who knows if he has become someone's son-in-law?!"
After saying that, he smiled contemptuously.
"Presumptuous!"
Fifth Elder Ye Xiuning stood up suddenly, Soul Saint-level pressure instantly erupted, and the Taishi chair behind him cracked open several gaps.
The lights in the four corners of the meeting hall shook violently, casting swaying light and shadow on the walls.
"No matter what, Ruilin is me Ye Family Young Master!"
"How can I allow you to slander me like this?"
Ye Xiuning glared angrily and looked at Ye Wenchang unceremoniously.
Third Elder Ye Mingyuan suddenly interrupted with a strange tone.
"Hey, fifth brother, why are you so excited?"
He turned the jade ring on his thumb with a meaningful smile on his lips.
"Is it possible that Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect promised you some benefits? I heard that last month, Sect Master Ning sent someone to deliver a whole truckload of elixirs to you."
"Ye Mingyuan!"
Ye Xiuning was so angry that his goatee was trembling, Soul Power was leaking out uncontrollably, and his robe moved automatically without any wind.
"Stop spouting nonsense here! Those elixirs were repaid three years ago..."
"Enough!"
First Elder Ye Yueshan The ebony crutch in his hand paused heavily, and a circle of pale golden Soul Power ripples spread out with him as the center.
The pressure of Level 87 Soul Douluo caused the air in the entire meeting hall to stagnate, and the dust accumulated over the years on the beams rustled down.
All the quarrels stopped abruptly.
First Elder slowly opened his cloudy but restrained eyes, his gaze sweeping across the crowd like a knife.
"It's unbecoming to make noise."
Fourth Elder muttered unconvincedly.
"First Elder, we can't just let this matter go..."
"What do you want?"
First Elder's skinny fingers gently rubbed the Qilin carving on the top of the crutch.
"Are you going to dethrone Young Master right now? Let the whole world see the joke of our Ye Family brothers fighting against each other?"
"Don't forget, his dad is the strongest Titled Douluo in our entire Ye Family."
Fourth Elder was speechless for a moment thinking of the terrifying strength of Ye Zhentian.
Second Elder took the opportunity to answer, his voice gentle but every word was heartbreaking.
"First Elder Mingjian, in my opinion, the big competition in three days is the best time to test the strength. If Ruilin is really as some people say..."
He glanced at Fourth Elder with meaning.
"It won't be too late to discuss it then."
"Hmph!"
Fourth Elder tossed his sleeves and snorted coldly. The Qilin pattern embroidered with gold thread on the cuffs shone coldly under the light.
"I'm afraid that some people will make excuses again! What does it mean to have a long journey..."
Fifth Elder suddenly slapped the table and the tea cup on the table jumped up.
"Ye Wenchang, what do you mean?"
"Shut up, everyone!"
First Elder's crutch hit the ground again, and this time the ground shook slightly. There was undoubted majesty in his old voice.
"There will be a big competition in three days. The winner will be honored. During this period..."
He glanced meaningfully at Fourth Elder and Fifth Elder.
"If anyone dares to play any tricks, don't blame my family for dealing with it!"
Ye Wenchang and Ye Xiuning looked at each other and both turned their heads proudly.
These two people are the elders of the Elder Hall who directly announced their support.
First Elder doesn't care about fighting, he only works for the Ye Family, and the other two elders are all in harmony with each other.
"Yes, First Elder."
Several people agreed one after another and left directly.
After everyone dispersed, First Elder stood alone in front of the carved window.
The afterglow of the setting sun filtered through the window lattice, casting mottled light and shadow on his wrinkled face.
He looked at the Ye Family disciples who were sparring on the training ground, and a trace of recollection flashed in his cloudy eyes.
"Auspicious Qilin... I hope you won't disappoint me..."
In the main house, open the carved wooden door and warm light pours out.
The house is burning with soothing incense, and there are several pots of Madam Ye carefully cared for spiritual plants placed by the window, exuding a faint fragrance of vegetation.
Madam Ye took Ye Ruilin's hand and asked him to sit next to her, carefully looking at his eyebrows and eyes, his eyes slightly red.
"Lost weight."
Ye Ruilin chuckled lightly and raised his eyebrows, somewhat similar to Madam Ye.
"Mom, as I grow taller, I naturally lose weight."
The tone of voice returned to the intimacy it had before.
"It's a little taller, but there's no flesh on my face."
Madam Ye reached out and pinched his cheek with a distressed tone.
"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's food must not be to your liking. If that's the case, why don't you come back earlier."
"Look what you said, how can a man grow up in a greenhouse?"
Ye Zhentian shook his head in disapproval. He actually thought his son was doing very well now.
Madam Ye glanced at Ye Zhentian angrily, then sighed, and gently brushed Ye Ruilin's forehead with his fingertips.
"You have been like this since you were a child. You are stubborn and can't get back what you believe in."
She paused and her voice lowered a bit.
"Have you ever been wronged in the past three years?"
She was afraid that her son would suffer some injustice if he stayed under someone else's roof.
Ye Ruilin shook his head and held his mother's hand.
"No, really!"
Ye Ruilin's expression showed no impatience at all, and he answered Madam Ye's questions quietly.
Madam Ye was finally relieved and a smile appeared in his eyes.
"That's good."
Ye Ruilin's gaze fell on her mother's face and she raised her eyes.
"Mom, how is your strength now?"
Although the Immortal Herb that was originally sent back could heal my mother's injuries, it was not of much help to her cultivation.
I came back this time to see the changes in my mother, and then find a suitable Immortal Herb for my mother.
Madam Ye smiled slightly, Soul Power circulated around him, and eight Soul Ring quietly emerged.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black.
The strong Soul Power fluctuations made the candlelight in the room sway slightly.
"Not only did he recover, Soul Power also broke through to level 84."
Ye Ruilin's eyes flashed with satisfaction, but then he fell into thinking.
Mom's mother Martial Soul is a subspecies of "Nine-Heart Begonia" called "Spirit Healing Begonia".
Although the healing ability is very strong, it is not aggressive enough, and each treatment consumes its own life force.
Immortal Herb, which could help his mother, quickly flashed in his mind.
Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma: It can strengthen the foundation and improve the vitality, and can make up for the loss of vitality, but the medicinal properties are overbearing and need to be used in combination.
Aromatic Silk Beauty: Neutralizes the mildness and improves the purity of Martial Soul, which may make my mother's Martial Soul even better.
Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid: Mild and nourishing, most suitable for healing Soul Master...
"You brat, what are you thinking about?"
Madam Ye saw him lost in thought and called softly.
Ye Ruilin came back to his senses and smiled.
"I was thinking that I brought something back this time that might be of some use to you, mom."