The Ye family was filled with jubilation.
The Ye family’s huge martial arts training ground was filled with flags flying and people were bustling around.
The annual family competition has finally begun.
To the east is the Xuanshi area. The two or three hundred people sitting on the easternmost side are Xuanshi from outside the Ye family. Next are the Ye family Xuanshi, and then the Ye family members who are participating in the competition this year, those who are sixteen years old or under.
Next came the Ye family members and those who were not martial artists.
It is not time for the game to start yet, and there is a lot of chaotic talking on the field.
What women talk about are family matters, clothes, children's ups and downs, appearance, and grooming.
Three women performed a play. They sat together, chattering and laughing. From time to time, bursts of silver bell-like laughter rang out, echoing throughout the venue.
The men talked about the situation in the martial arts world, the state of the country, the sects and schools, and their experience in martial arts cultivation.
The conversation turned to the situation of the younger generation's competition:
"Brother, who do you think will be the top three in this year's family competition?"
"It's hard to say, but recently it was reported that brothers Ye Xiangxiao and Ye Xiangti have been promoted to eight-star Xuanshi. If this is the case, their chances of taking the top five this year are greatly increased."
"Yes, the two guys have made great progress in three months. They have been promoted three levels in three months. It's incredible."
"Humph, it was Ye Xingyue who used his resources to pile them up. Let me tell you, there is no benefit in piling them up like this. Everything is too much or too little."
"Who else do you think can make it into the top five?"
"Ye Xiangyao and Ye Xiangqin, the twins of the eldest son of the family head, Ye Xingyun, are both sixteen years old this year. I heard that they have just entered the eighth star of Xuanshi."
"The great elder's grandson, Ye Xiangfeng, has a third-grade talent. He is sixteen years old this year and is said to have already reached the eighth-star level of Xuanshi. He has a high chance of winning first place in the competition."
"Alas, Ye Xiangyang's life was short. He had to go to Turtle Back Mountain. Otherwise, he might have shocked us once again."
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Ye Wentian and his wife hid at home and did not go to the competition arena to watch.
The rumors in the family that were becoming more and more rampant day by day made them tremble with fear.
"Ye Xiangyang has been eaten by the red-haired demon wolf on the top of Xuanwu. The people of the Black Panther Xuanshi Group saw it with their own eyes."
"Even though he is only a second-star Xuanshi and has no experience in surviving in the wilderness, he still dares to go to Guibei Mountain. He is courting death."
"Haha, this is called evil will be punished, good will be rewarded, it's not that there is no retribution but the time has come. Look at this kid, he was so rampant, beating Ye Xiangming, Ye Xianghui, and Ye Xiangguang, as if he was invincible. Now, it's all over. Misfortune sent by heaven can be forgiven, but misfortune brought upon oneself cannot be forgiven."
"Some people rely on their sons to live a life of luxury, but their days are almost over. A pauper is a pauper, but they still want to live in the Ye family compound. Don't you think you have such a blessing?"
You can imagine how panicked Ye Wentian and his wife must be, facing unlucky rumors every day.
It is true that three people make a tiger. When more people talk about it, even they feel that something might have really happened to the child in Guibei Mountain, otherwise why hasn't he come back yet.
Chunhong and Xiaocheng didn't dare to go out. As soon as they went out, someone would point at their noses and yell at them:
"Oh my, you had such good vision back then. When you saw Ye Xiangyang was a genius, you ran over eagerly and licked your eyes. You thought you had us in your arms, but you looked at us like a fool. Now look what happened. Ye Xiangyang is dead, and you are almost done for."
"Chunhong, as long as you come to my room tonight, hehehe, if anyone dares to bully you tomorrow, I will stand up for you."
"Xiaocheng, come here, kneel down and kowtow to me three times, then become my man. How about I protect you from now on?"
The words became more and more unpleasant, Xiaocheng refused to accept it and was beaten all over.
He is still recovering in his house.
Chunhong stood behind Ye Wentian and his wife, waiting for their instructions.
Tang Wan'er frowned, looking resentful: "Brother Tian, do you think the child will come back?"
Ye Wentian's heart was filled with anxiety, "Mother, don't let your imagination run wild. God will always be with us. Our child will be fine. He will definitely come back."
With a creak, their door opened.
They saw a handsome young man standing there, wearing green clothes, with delicate features and a handsome face.
These are their own children that they talk about every day.
Tang Wan'er rubbed her eyes with her delicate hands, fearing that she was dazzled by missing her child so much. If she was dazzled, how come this child was a head taller than he was three months ago
Chunhong's face flushed with joy, and there were traces of tears in the corners of her eyes. She clenched her fists together and murmured inwardly: "The young master is back, the young master is back. The young master is finally back."
Ye Xiangyang took two steps at a time and rushed over. He suddenly threw himself in front of his parents, knelt down and shouted, "Dad, Mom, I am your unfilial child. I am back."
It was as if two doors suddenly opened in Ye Wentian's heart, and he felt that the world had suddenly become clear. There had been rumors circulating in the family for so many days, but rumors were just rumors, and the child came back alive and well.
"Okay, kid, okay, I'm glad you're back."
Tang Wan'er hugged her child tightly, tears rolling down her cheeks, with a smile on her face: "My son, you are finally back. I was so worried about you. Gods and Buddhas bless you, my child is back. On the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, I will burn incense and offer sacrifices to all the gods to thank them."
Xiaocheng's door creaked open, and he limped out, saying with a happy face, "Master, you're finally back."
Ye Wentian looked at Xiao Cheng with a worried look on his face and said, "Kid, who asked you to come out?"
"Master, I was so happy to hear that the young master is back." Xiao Cheng said with tears in his eyes and a smile.
Ye Xiangyang looked at Xiaocheng's injuries and smiled slightly: "Dad, Mom, you guys sit for a while, I'll go to Xiaocheng's room and treat his injuries."
Tang Wan'er took out a silk handkerchief, wiped the tears from her face, and said softly, "Okay, go, child. Xiaocheng has suffered a lot during this period of time."
"Chunhong, come on, pour some tea. I've had some tea. Let's go to the kitchen and cook some dishes. The child is back safely, we need to celebrate."
"Oh," Chunhong agreed happily. Ye Xiangyang was back, the sky did not fall at home, and everything returned to its original state.
Ye Xiangyang untied Xiaocheng's bandages. His body was covered with bruises. Absolutely covered with bruises. Even if he used some common medicine to bandage him, it was unknown how long it would take for the wound to heal.
Obviously, injuring Xiaocheng was a blow to their own family by some people.
Every time the bandage was pulled, Xiaocheng's body trembled, sweat rolled down his forehead, and blood flowed from the wound again.
Ye Xiangyang nodded: "Well, this kid has really good perseverance."
Crunch, crunch, two hemostatic pills were crushed in a large porcelain bowl, and then a ball of medicine that Tianwu had already prepared was taken out, mixed together, and then slowly applied on Xiaocheng's body.
Xiaocheng felt a cool sensation on every wound where the application was applied, and the pain in his body was immediately relieved a lot.
After applying the medicine, the bandage is put on again.
Ye Xiangyang took out a healing pill and a blood lotus pill and gave them to Xiaocheng to take.
Xiaocheng looked at the pills with his eyes wide open. Each of these pills was worth more than a dozen silver coins, which meant that the amount that the young master had invested in him was more than fifty silver coins.
This is such a huge sum of money. I wonder if I can earn so much money in my lifetime.
"Master, how can I afford such expensive medicine? Even if I die, I can't repay you." Xiao Cheng's eyes were filled with tears again.
Ye Xiangyang smiled faintly and patted Xiaocheng's uninjured shoulder: "Haha, you were injured because of me. No matter what he said, he is a member of my Ye family in my Ye family."
In my Ye family, you are a member of my Ye family. The young master once said this. Xiaocheng felt a warmth in his heart, and he swore to work hard in the young master's family for the rest of his life.
With a bang, the door of Ye Xiangyang's house was kicked open by someone.
Four frail-looking slaves in their twenties and thirties rushed in aggressively.
"Ye Wentian, the family has already decided. If Ye Xiangyang doesn't come back within ninety days, you'll have to move out. Why are you still dithering? Hurry up and pack your things. One word: Get out!"
"Why, you've lived here for a while and you don't want to leave. Hehehehe, let me tell you, a place like this is not for a lowly thing like you to live in."
"Hehehe, even if Ye Xiangyang is here, can he twist my thigh? Let me tell you, whether he is here or not, you are all the same - get lost."
The other three servants also quickly joined in the conversation:
"Ye Wentian, you are destined to be a peripheral personnel, don't occupy the toilet without doing anything."
"Hehehe, you should know your own limits. If this is not a place you can live in, vacate it as soon as possible. This is your fate. You are not destined to live here."
"That's right. When you first moved in, your child was a genius. Now that your genius son is gone, you have to go back to your original position. It's really a pity."
The leader, the pockmarked fellow, stared at Chunhong and said with a smirk, "Hehehe, Chunhong, as long as you follow me, I will kill anyone who dares to bully you in the future."
"How about it, little beauty, do you agree or not?"
The person behind him said, "Chunhong, this is your chance. If you don't, you don't know what kind of suffering you will suffer."
Xiaocheng's door creaked open.
Ye Xiangyang had a sarcastic smile on his face, glanced at the four of them, and said lightly: "Really?"