"Brother Zifeng. Are you crazy? You actually made a bet with someone like that? If dad finds out, he'll definitely scold you for throwing away the Ye clan's face ….. "
Even though Xueyi had a cold expression on her face, Ye Zifeng could still see how worried she was.
"Throwing away face? Why do I have to throw away the Ye clan's face and not bring glory to the Ye clan? "Ye Zifeng retorted.
At this moment, he had pretty much memorized all of Ye Zifeng's memories. He knew that this girl in front of him was his sister. Other than his sister, no one else in the family cares about Ye Zifeng.
Xueyi's eyes widened, "Bring glory to the Ye clan? Did I hear wrong? Brother Zifeng. Did they really beat you up until you went crazy? No way. I'm going to find them! "
She grew up playing with mud with Ye Zifeng. Even though she cared about her brother and couldn't bear to see him get bullied, in her eyes, Ye Zifeng was a complete piece of trash.
But now, he's going to turn into a crazy person.
Ye Zifeng grabbed her hand, "Don't worry. I'm not crazy. I'm very clear-headed. I've never been as clear-headed as I am right now. Don't go looking for trouble with them. You'll dirty your hands for no reason ….. "Ye Zifeng had a deep look in his eyes.
"Alright then ….. I'll listen to brother. I'll let them have it easy. If not, I'll definitely let them know that there's a huge gap between them and the 8th stage of qi refining."
While saying that, Xueyi angrily stomped her feet to vent her anger. Only then did she stop. This cute side of her was like a completely different person compared to her icy cold face. Of course, only her brother, Ye Zifeng, could see this side of her.
Ye Zifeng sighed and felt a bit of warmth in his heart, "It seems like it's good to have a family." Before he transmigrated, he was an orphan and a fanatic alchemist. He was always pretending to be courteous with those famous people. He didn't show much of his true feelings.
"What did you say?"
Ye Zifeng gently shook his head, "Nothing. I'm just feeling a bit emotional."
Xueyi sighed and calmed herself down. Looking at Ye Zifeng's injured body, she couldn't bear to see him like this. Her nose was slightly sour and she felt like crying like a pear blossom in the rain.
"Brother … How good would it be if you weren't a good-for-nothing … I don't ask for much, but at least you wouldn't be bullied by Wang Lin and the others …"
Ye Zifeng couldn't stand women's tears. He didn't want to explain anymore and started to look serious. Because he didn't want his family to shed tears for him!
"Alright, let's not talk too much. Three days isn't a short time, but it's not a long time either. We have to start preparing. It's getting late, let's go home first. "
He had just taken a few steps when he suddenly felt that something was wrong and immediately turned around in embarrassment.
"By the way, little sister, which way is home?"
Ye Xueyi: "..."
…
Twenty years ago, the Ye Family could be considered a big family. Together with the Wang Clan in the east and the Liu Clan in the west, they were known as the three great clans of Leizhou City.
However, ever since Ye Feng, the eldest son, was born, things had changed.
Ye Zifeng was born with a sickly constitution. His meridians were diagnosed by a famous Spirit Martial Master and he was deemed to be a good-for-nothing. After cultivating for so many years, he was only at the 2nd stage of qi refining and became the laughing stock of Leizhou City. Also, he was born with a sickly constitution and needed the Ye Clan's patriarch, Ye Chongtian, to transfer qi to him every few days to help him live.
As for Ye Zifeng's cultivation speed, Ye Chongtian had already given up on it and didn't have any hope.
But now, this useless Ye Zifeng was actually sitting in front of him with a calm expression. He was carefully tasting his tea. His every movement seemed to have the demeanor of a great grandmaster.
"You, what did you just say? You want to concoct pills? " When Ye Chongtian heard Ye Zifeng's words, he couldn't hold it in and spat out a mouthful of tea.
Ye Chongtian was startled and didn't look at Ye Zifeng anymore. Instead, he turned around and looked at Xueyi.
"What's going on? Your brother ….. What happened to him? "
"Father, brother got beaten up again today. He's not in a good state of mind right now. Is it because it's been too long since you transferred qi to him? How about you transfer some more qi to him later ….. "
Ye Xue Yi worriedly said. After she returned home, she no longer had the quiet and cold temperament she had when she was in the Martial House. She simply became a little girl who would act like a spoiled child in front of her parents. And this side of her, she would only show to her brother and parents.
Ye Chongtian furrowed his brows and shook his head, "Xueyi, it's not that I don't want to help him. After all these years, I've been transferring qi to him every few days. Even my cultivation almost dropped from the Martial Spirit stage to the Martial Practitioner stage. If this goes on, he won't be the only one being bullied. The entire Ye clan will be bullied."
"But … Father, if you don't help brother, then no one in the Ye clan will help brother ….." Xueyi bit her lips.
Actually, she understood what her father was saying. Let's not talk about being bullied in the future. Actually, the Ye clan had already faded away from being one of the three great clans in Leizhou City. They were no longer as glorious as they used to be.
Do you want to talk about favors? No. That's not the main point. In the Martial Spirit Continent, the strong are respected. The weak are the prey of the strong. In the Martial Spirit Continent, there are eight ranks. From bottom to top, they are: Martial Disciple, Martial Practitioner, Martial Spirit, Martial Lord, Martial Lord, Martial Saint and Martial God. Right now, Ye Zifeng and Xueyi were still in the qi refining stage. They weren't even Martial Disciples. In terms of strength, they couldn't be used at all.
The entire Ye family was supported by Ye Chongtian alone.
"Daddy..." Please! "Ye Xue Yi blinked her big eyes and said coquettishly.
Ye Chongtian waved his hand, "Xueyi. You always do this. This time, no matter what, I won't give this good-for-nothing any True Qi. "
All these years, his cultivation didn't rise and instead fell. This was because he had been using his qi to prolong Ye Zifeng's life. This time, he finally made up his mind.
Ye Zifeng opened his mouth, "Who said I want your qi? Even though using qi to refine one's meridians is good for a while, in the long run, it will make one dependent on qi. It's not good for the meridians' development."
Ye Chongtian was startled. He would believe anyone else but when it came from his trash son, Ye Zifeng, he felt that it was a bit strange. Normally, Ye Zifeng was a coward. He didn't even dare to look him in the eye, let alone talk to him face to face.
However, Ye Chongtian didn't care about this and laughed, "Zifeng, it's rare for you to understand your father. It seems like you've grown up. From now on, you'll have to endure the pain. Once your father stabilizes his cultivation, I'll think of a way to help you use your qi."
Xueyi rolled her eyes at Ye Zifeng. She was annoyed that he didn't want to cooperate with her at all.
"That's why I told you. I want to concoct pills." Ye Zifeng didn't want to give up.
Xueyi grabbed onto Ye Zifeng's sleeves and shook it, "Brother. Stop talking. Why are you so crazy? Are you done talking?"
Ye Chongtian closed his eyes and lightly sighed, "Alright, help him down. Maybe you're right, Xueyi. Maybe this trash has really been beaten to the point of insanity."
Ye Zifeng seriously replied, "I can go down. As long as you give me a cauldron and the ingredients on the paper, I'll leave right now …. Right now!"
Suppressing his anger, Ye Chongtian's hand that was holding the teacup trembled. He said in a low voice, "You stinking brat, if you continue to spout nonsense, I'll lock you up in the woodshed and make you face the wall for three days!"
Ye Zifeng calmly replied, "Firewood room it is. Reflect on your actions then. As long as you give me the cauldron, I'll do anything ….. "
"You!" Ye Chongtian slammed the table and stood up. As a Martial Spirit cultivator, he had the ability to release his aura. An indescribable pressure could be seen in his eyes.
"Father!" Ye Xue Yi's shout pulled Ye Chongtian back from his state of extreme anger. Only then did he come to his senses and retracted his aura, causing the surrounding pressure to lessen.
However, Ye Zifeng didn't kneel down at all. He was still standing and looking at Ye Chongtian. This scene made Ye Chongtian secretly sigh in admiration.
"Fine. I'll give you the cauldron and the ingredients you want. If you have the ability, then don't make a pot of cauldron slag for me! "
Ye Chongtian fiercely shouted and turned his back to Ye Zifeng and Xueyi. He was telling them to leave.
"Alright. Brother, let's go." Xueyi came back to her senses and pushed Ye Zifeng.
"Wait." Ye Zifeng took out the pill recipe from his robe and placed it on Ye Chongtian's desk. Under the shocked gaze of Ye Zifeng, Ye Zifeng left …..
Ye Chongtian fiercely rubbed his temples. This disappointing good-for-nothing son of his had given him a headache for over twenty years. He had never felt at ease, but now, this brat had actually been beaten to the point of insanity.
It seems like the Ye clan is really going to fall. He couldn't help but sigh.
As time passed, he gradually calmed down. Inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of the vigorous and forceful handwriting on the piece of paper that contained the elixir prescription.
"When did this brat's handwriting become so good? Every time he writes, I would scold him. His handwriting is like an earthworm. Could it be that he knows that it's hard for him to progress in martial arts so he started to practice calligraphy? "
Ye Chongtian bitterly smiled and shook his head. He then casually flipped through the pill recipe that Ye Zifeng left behind.
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