Ye Feng's Fury

Ye Qing'er knitted her brows, casting a look of disgust at Ye Wenshan and Ye Hongguang. Meanwhile, Su Xi opened her mouth to say something, but in the end, only let out a sigh. Throughout this entire display, Ye Tianying did nothing to stop them. Only after everyone had accepted the jade boxes did Ye Tianying speak up in feigned reproach: "Xiao Chen, why listen to their nonsense? You're coming over to visit—we're all family here, so why bother bringing gifts?" Ye Feng's face had darkened to the absolute extreme. Li Qingchan squeezed his palm and sent a soft voice transmission: "Whatever it is, wait until we go inside before talking." Ye Feng took a deep breath to suppress the fury in his chest, then quietly transmitted to Xiao Chen, "Don't be angry. Your second brother will handle this for you in a moment." Xiao Chen shrugged indifferently. "I'm fine. As long as Qing'er cares about me, that's all that matters, hehe." Ye Feng's expression remained grim, his voice chilling. "There is no need to swallow this insult. It seems that after being away for so many years, the family has become an utter mess... They've gotten way ahead of themselves..." Fearing Ye Feng might act rashly, Xiao Chen hurriedly transmitted back, "Don't make things too awkward. Second Sister-in-law only just arrived today. Besides, it's just a little slight. It's nothing." Ye Feng sneered. "What kind of dogs dare bark in front of you? 'Xiao Chen'? Not a single person in the Seventh Domain dares address you like that! Just what the hell do those two think they are?!" Hearing this, warmth swelled in Xiao Chen's heart. Li Qingchan frowned and transmitted, "Perhaps it's better to handle this in private." For the first time, Xiao Chen looked at Li Qingchan with utter gravity and transmitted quietly, "Second Sister-in-law, trust him. He knows where the line is better than any of us. Otherwise... so many proud and unruly figures like us would never willingly call him Second Brother." A flicker of astonishment surfaced in Li Qingchan's eyes. Only on the journey from the Seventh Domain to the Great Xia Sword Sect had she truly come to realize what a gathering of monsters they were! When Tang Ru had consulted her on the Dao of Yin-Yang and the Eight Trigrams, she had been entirely at a loss for answers. Gu Li, holding an inscribed talisman, had spoken eloquently, debating medicinal principles and properties with Cao Yan that even she found unfathomable. After all, Red Dust Brew itself contained highly complex alchemical principles. Yet what Gu Li and Cao Yan discussed struck even her as extraordinarily profound. Led by Ye Tianying, the group walked toward the main hall. Upon stepping inside, Ye Feng did not take a seat right away. Instead, he saw the mothers of Ye Wenshan and Ye Hongguang head straight for the two seats beside Ye Tianying. Su Xi stood where she was, momentarily at a loss. In the end, she had no choice but to head toward the third seat. Ye Feng stood motionless by the doorway, his eyes coldly fixed on the two gaudily dressed women. Only then did the two realize that this was not an ordinary day! Flustered, they hastily stood up, took Su Xi's hand, and smiled. "Little Sister, sit here! Look at me being so muddleheaded, I got the seats all mixed up." Ye Wenshan's mother looked somewhat embarrassed. Ye Wenshan's face darkened, but he said nothing, only giving a cold snort. Seeing this, Su Xi did not refuse. She gracefully took the seat with proper poise, while Ye Qing'er stood guard beside her. Next, Ye Feng led Li Qingchan and Xiao Chen straight toward the lower seats. Ye Wenshan looked up at Ye Feng standing before him and chuckled. "Third Brother, have a seat! Why just stand there?" Ye Feng kept his gaze lowered, speaking without an ounce of emotion: "Get up." Ye Wenshan's expression changed slightly, his brows furrowing. Ye Hongguang, who was sitting right next to him, spoke up on his own: "Old Third, according to our clan seniority, your place is in the back. Why make a fuss competing for this seat?" Seeing this, Ye Tianying hurried to intervene: "A seat is just a seat. Feng'er, go ahead and sit down with Li Qingchan." Ye Feng glanced back at Ye Tianying, who was merely trying to smooth things over, and suddenly sneered. He reached out, seized Ye Wenshan by the collar, and hurled him violently across the room! Whoosh! Bang! The young man blurred into an afterimage, slamming heavily into a stone pillar inside the hall. "Big Brother! Ye Feng, do you have any idea what you're do—argh!" Smack! A resounding slap rang out. Ye Hongguang's body was sent flying, blood spurting as half a mouthful of shattered teeth sprayed out. "Ah... Wenshan! Ye Feng, do you know what you are doing?!" "Hongguang! Hongguang!" "Ye Feng! Have you been away so long that you've forgotten all sense of order and respect for elders?!" The two women sprang to their feet, glaring at Ye Feng with venomous hatred. Ye Feng narrowed his eyes and slowly turned his gaze toward them. His piercing glare sent a chill down their spines, forcing them to swallow whatever else they were about to say. Ye Feng took Li Qingchan's hand and said gently, "Chan'er, take a walk outside for a bit. I'll call you back shortly." Li Qingchan nodded, then flickered away. The corner of Xiao Chen's mouth curved upward. With casual swagger, he seated himself right beside Ye Feng—in the seat that had just belonged to Ye Hongguang. Ye Feng hitched up the hem of his robe and slowly sat down in Ye Wenshan's seat, right at Ye Tianying's right hand. Creak! The doors shut tight. Lowering his head, Ye Feng smoothed out his robes and said softly, "This is family business. Let's talk behind closed doors." Buzz! An incomparably immense pressure subtly rolled outward. The Ye family cultivators present all paled drastically, their faces turning as white as paper in an instant. Even Ye Tianying was no exception! Lying on the floor, Ye Wenshan and Ye Hongguang found it difficult even to breathe, pinned firmly to the ground by the crushing pressure, unable to budge an inch! Ye Feng took a deep breath and slowly looked up at his father, Ye Tianying. The man had visibly put on some weight compared to years prior, though his cultivation realm had advanced remarkably fast. At that moment, however, Ye Feng suddenly spoke: "The pressure you feel, weighing down like the wrath of heaven, is merely the pressure of my Body Integration Realm." Boom! The void warped slightly. Tables and chairs rattled, and teacups fell to the floor, shattering into shards. "This is the Mahayana realm." BOOM! Heaven and earth roared, the skies changed color, and Gengjin sword qi spiraled and circled above the Ye estate, shattering the very fabric of space! Although Ye Feng had already exerted utmost restraint over this power, for cultivators like Ye Tianying and the others, such pressure was still enough to nearly tear their minds apart, filling them with absolute dread! That suffocating might belonged to a realm none of them had ever encountered before. Ye Feng waved his hand, and the pressure abruptly vanished. Cold sweat drenched the backs of everyone present as they gasped heavily for air. Sprawled on the ground, Ye Wenshan and Ye Hongguang were paralyzed with sheer terror. Within that pressure just now, Ye Feng had made no attempt to conceal the killing intent directed squarely at the two of them! Ye Feng looked toward his father. "Father, everything the Ye family has today is because of me... Do you understand? I can make the Ye family a prominent clan in the Six Domains, and I can also reduce the Ye family to nothing. With all the resources I left for the family, why is my mother still only at the late Golden Core realm after all these years?" At this point, Ye Feng's eyes flashed fiercely, and his voice turned icy as he pointed at the other two women: "Yet those two! One is at the mid Golden Core, the other at late Golden Core! Even useless trash like Ye Hongguang and Ye Wenshan could be piled high with resources to reach their current realms?" A look of sorrow and regret crossed Ye Tianying's face. He opened his mouth, but hesitated, unable to speak. Ye Feng was not done. He rose and walked slowly over to Ye Wenshan. Stepping on his face, Ye Feng leaned down and said chillingly, "'Xiao Chen'? A Tribulation Transcendence powerhouse who commands the winds and clouds on the battlefields of the Seventh Domain—is he someone a piece of trash like you can order around?" The moment the words left his mouth, Ye Feng stomped down, crushing Ye Hongguang's hand! "Ahhh! Third Brother! Third Brother, don't kill me!" A gleam of killing intent flashed in Ye Feng's eyes as he spoke with freezing hostility: "My Dao companion is someone you dare gawk at? What's more..." Ye Feng slowly straightened up, his sharp gaze sweeping across the room. "Qingchan is a sword cultivator at the peak of the mid Tribulation Transcendence Realm, possessing a cultivation higher than even mine. With what you are, what gives you the right to look down your noses and judge her?"