Chapter 2115: Family Reunion

Chapter 2115: Family Reunion

In the early morning, the gentle sunlight bathed Heng Yue, adding another layer of vibrant color to this fairyland.

On Yu Nu Peak, the scene was warm and inviting. The devoted family man Ye Chen was already in the kitchen, tying on an apron, and for the first time in one hundred and seventy years, he was cooking for his wives as their husband.

"Take it slow, don't fall." Nearby, the women's voices rang out endlessly. The two little ones, Ye Fan and Yang Lan, were full of joy, toddling across the grass in pursuit of butterflies, their innocence pure and carefree, punctuated by giggles and childish babble.

Ye Chen glanced over from time to time, his face lit with a father's tender smile and a husband's affection.

This peaceful life left him in a daze, forgetting the world's chaos. The simple emotions of everyday life were the most genuine, even allowing this god of slaughter to set aside his cold heart.

"Old man-in-law, how about giving me your daughter Ye Ling's hand in marriage?" At the stove stood a big, burly figure—none other than Tang San Shao—grinning as he rubbed his dirty hands.

"It's no use asking me." Ye Chen replied casually. "Talk to her mothers about it."

At that, Tang San Shao's smile turned more pained than a cry. Thinking of the beating Chu Ling had given him, his heart raced with fear. Ye Chen's wives were each as beautiful as fairies, but when it came to fighting, not one of them held back—they fought to kill. He was certain that if he went to them now, he'd end up crippled.

After a long while, he slunk away, trying to get closer to Ye Ling again.

But Ye Ling was always straightforward about it—she kicked him as far as she could.

Ye Chen pretended not to notice. After all, anyone who flirted with his daughter deserved a beating.

"Yesterday, did you go to Tianxuan Gate?" Ji Ningshuang asked through a voice transmission, not daring to look directly at Ye Chen.

"Of course I did." Ye Chen chuckled.

"What did the seniors at Tianxuan Gate say?" Ji Ningshuang asked hurriedly, her eyes full of hope and her cheeks flushing with a hint of red. She desperately wanted to know what strange illness she had, so she could cure it quickly. Otherwise, she would be overwhelmed with shame every time the night fell and she lost control.

"Ri Yue Jin Zhou." Ye Chen replied.

"Ri Yue Jin Zhou?"

"It's an ancient curse technique, created by Di Qing—also known as Gui Di." Ye Chen explained slowly. "This curse doesn't harm or kill, and it has no real power, but it's a great way to trick people. Anyone under this curse acts normal during the day, but once night falls, they become someone else entirely. Isn't that amazing?"

"Amazing." Ji Ningshuang murmured, lowering her gaze.

Even someone as reserved as her felt an urge to curse. As the supreme emperor, how could he only create such deceptive tricks? Teasing later generations like this—by some twist of fate, she had been caught in it. She knew the problem stemmed from that blood-stained pagoda.

"Don't worry, Donghuang Tai Xin is looking for a way to break it. That woman is incredibly capable." Ye Chen said with a smile, sprinkling seasonings into the pot as he transmitted his words.

Ji Ningshuang didn't respond, but her cheeks grew even redder.

The other women didn't notice anything amiss, their attention fixed on the two little ones.

"What an odd fate—they complement and clash with each other." Chu Ling murmured.

"Both are rare fates and bloodlines from across the ages, a match made by heaven and earth."

"I just wonder when they'll grow up." Xi Yan said, her eyes blinking curiously.

The women chatted back and forth, their beautiful eyes filled with maternal love, treating the two little ones as their own children.

"Old Yang, you can rest easy in the afterlife." Yang Xuan, still in the bronze furnace, sighed wistfully as he looked at little Yang Lan. Every time he saw her, he couldn't help but think of the late Yang Ge Lao, who had died decades ago and never got to see this. Fortunately, Ye Chen's wives all treated little Yang Lan as their own.

As time passed, this little girl would gradually forget her father and mother.

Before long, the three were released from the bronze furnace. They had thought about crashing breakfast, but decided not to disturb the family reunion, so they left Yu Nu Peak with Tang San Shao.

As soon as they descended, the people of Heng Yue Sect swarmed out in a crowd, surrounding the four in layers. Each one stroked their chin, eyeing them from head to toe, making the four feel a chill run through them.

Soon, the four were dragged away—more accurately, hauled off.

Screams of pain followed, echoing from the back mountains of Heng Yue.

That's right, the four had been beaten. They had no idea why, going in standing and coming out lying down.

"Experiencing the local customs!" Xiong Er and the others explained earnestly.

On Yu Nu Peak, breakfast was served.

The women sat around the table, Ye Chen holding little Ye Fan and Ji Ningshuang holding little Yang Lan. The family was full of joy and warmth.

The people of Heng Yue Sect were tactful, not a single one coming to disturb them. After one hundred and seventy years, this was a rare family reunion—anyone who dared to intrude would be thrown to the heavens.

And so, the day passed quietly, with nightfall approaching.

"The first twenty years, I learned about setting up formations."

"The following decades, I focused on array layouts. The emperor-level Fu Xi's techniques are indeed profound."

"I've seen so many people caught in tribulations, playing all sorts of roles."

Under an old tree, Ye Chen held a carving knife in one hand and a block of wood in the other, head down, carving steadily as he spoke calmly about his one hundred and seventy years.

The women rested their chins in their hands, nestled together, listening quietly.

His story wasn't particularly captivating, and his tone remained flat throughout, but those who knew him understood that this period of cultivation wasn't as easy as he made it sound—it must have been full of hardships.

This seemingly carefree father always reported the good news and not the bad.

"A hundred years of living as a mortal brought so many insights." Ye Chen said with a gentle smile, continuing in his even tone.

However, the women's attention had shifted away from him. Their eyes were all on Ji Ningshuang, each with a strange expression.

Ji Ningshuang had stood up and was stretching lazily.

Her skin was like polished jade, her aura serene as an orchid, yet she exuded a seductive, boneless charm that outshone any beauty. Her graceful figure was full of alluring temptation.

Under the women's gaze, she swayed her slender waist with light steps toward Ye Chen. Her eyes held a watery spring, her gaze flowing like clear waves. Her fingers were like peeled green onions, her lips like red cinnabar, every frown and smile captivating.

At that moment, Ye Ling smirked and stealthily pulled out a memory crystal.

"Zhuxian Town, a small mortal town, I—"

Ye Chen was still speaking with his head down, but before he could finish, he felt someone sit on his lap. The enchanting fragrance of a woman enveloped him, intoxicating.

Ye Chen looked up in surprise.

Before him was an absolutely stunning face—it was Ji Ningshuang. She had wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, her beautiful eyes like a cold spring with a touch of seduction, her voice soft and alluring.

"Little brother, am I beautiful?"

"Beautiful." Ye Chen coughed awkwardly. He had been so focused on his story and carving that he had forgotten about her. It was night now, and it was time for her episode again.

Glancing at the women, he saw their jade-like lips slightly parted and their beautiful eyes wide with astonishment. Their expressions were nothing short of entertaining.

In their memories, Ji Ningshuang was gentle and reserved, modest and refined—nothing like this flirtatious and seductive version. And here she was, tempting Ye Chen right in front of them. How bold!

What on earth had this girl gone through in the past one hundred and seventy years?

That was the question in the women's minds.

Truly, one little "brother" had shattered their worldview!

Such a proper lady, but when she let loose, it was eye-opening.

Even little Yang Lan and Ye Fan stared with wide eyes.

Especially Ye Fan, his little face full of confusion. Was this still his mother? Why was she so different from before?

"Come on, capture this."

"Play it again."

"Girl, make me a copy later."

On the side, the women chattered excitedly, crowding around little Ye Ling. They hadn't seen enough the first time, so they replayed it, watching and mimicking Ji Ningshuang's seductive poses.

Ye Chen's mouth twitched. Was this really okay?

"Daddy, where did Mommy go?"

"Big brother, where did Aunt go?"

The two little ones, one on each side, looked up at Ye Chen with their round eyes, curious—one with a childish voice, the other with baby talk, both utterly adorable.

Ye Chen smiled and picked one up in each arm.

No wonder the two little ones were so naive—they didn't understand the world yet. One called him "Daddy" and the other "Big brother," one said "Mommy" and the other "Aunt"—even Ye Chen didn't know how to sort out the family ties.