Chapter 2430: Young Master Ye's Spring

Due to the karma obstacle, what should have been a warm breakfast turned into a source of worry.

Although Ye Chen smiled to reassure them, it couldn't dispel the gloom among the women. Ying Jie was even more terrifying than Tian Jie, with a high chance of complete destruction, as evidenced by the bloody example of the past ying jie frenzy, where even powerful figures like the first god general Tian Qing and Dan Zun Qi Ye suffered devastating defeats.

The women silently cleared the dishes, not saying a word.

Jade Maiden Peak, usually bustling with people, now felt eerily quiet.

And from this day on, Ye Da Shao's spring arrived.

Everyone knew that Ye Chen's ying jie was imminent, with little time left, so his wives became exceptionally understanding. They all set aside their violent tendencies and transformed into obedient young women, perhaps out of a sudden conscience, wanting Ye Chen to experience their gentleness before the ying jie.

There, under that old tree, a lounge chair was set up, and Ye Da Shao lay back leisurely, humming tunes and singing ditties, utterly content.

As for the women, they were more than just dutiful—some massaged his legs, some kneaded his shoulders, some peeled grapes, and some fed him wine. Not a single one was idle, treating him like an invalid in need of careful care, or like a negligent ruler who only cared about pleasure.

In the distance stood another figure, Nanming Yushu, dancing gracefully, her movements as enchanting as her divine form, truly like a flawless fairy, with every action exquisitely beautiful.

"Not wearing clothes while dancing would have a different flavor."

Nanming Yushu heard this and nearly exploded on the spot, her beautiful eyes flashing with sparks, but she forcibly suppressed her anger. If not for Ye Chen's impending ying jie, she wouldn't dance for him, let alone strip—how shameless could he be?

"In the past, if you said that, you'd have been beaten by now."

Chu Xuan said with a smile, the one massaging his shoulders, and she was quite gentle, truly treating Ye Chen like an invalid who needed proper tending.

"Let's beat him up!"

Xi Yan, who was massaging his legs, blinked her beautiful eyes, and her hands subconsciously applied more pressure. Fortunately, Ye Da Shao had a Sheng Ti, with a body tough enough to withstand it—if it were an ordinary bloodline or physique, her little hands would have caused shattered fractures.

Xi Yan's words resonated with the others, as the women all had the same thought. There was something about Ye Chen that made their hands itch if they didn't hit him for a day.

"Be a bit nicer to me—maybe there won't be another chance later."

Ye Chen spoke with a touch of melancholy, his words full of sorrow, even adding an extra layer of sadness for effect.

Well, his words were effective. Even the most fiery-tempered wives softened up. Though it was meant in jest, it was also the truth—who knew if Ye Chen would return alive from the ying jie?

The scene was quite alluring, with one stunning wife after another, their captivating fragrances enveloping Ye Chen, stirring his desires. A flame known as evil fire burned fiercely within him, and his little brother stood at attention, full of spirit.

"Down you go."

Shangguan Yuer chuckled and swatted him with a small hand.

Uh!

Ye Chen let out a muffled groan, his eyes welling up with hot tears. He could endure having an arm dislocated without a sound, but if his little brother had been hit back in the day, it would have been a critical hit of ten thousand points.

Now, looking at his little brother, it had gone limp, no longer holding its previous majestic pose.

Shangguan Yuer stuck out her tongue and continued massaging his legs.

The women all laughed. They were gentle, sure, but it was still delightful to see Ye Chen suffer a setback now and then.

After this little interlude, the dutiful wives carried on with their tasks as before.

This, then, was Ye Da Shao's spring—a treatment he'd never had in all these years, feeling almost unreal, like he was in a wonderful dream.

"I say, am I seeing things?"

Xie Yun arrived and was stunned at the sight. This didn't seem right—these sisters-in-law had all suddenly grown consciences?

"Probably that guy fed them some kind of mind-control potion."

Situ Nan said with his hands tucked in his sleeves, the scene quite pleasing to the eye, and he watched with shining eyes. He dared swear to the heavens that this sight was more shocking than slaying an emperor. When had these beautiful women become so gentle?

"My wife has never even massaged my shoulders for me."

Xiong Er clicked his tongue enviously. So many wives, each as beautiful as a celestial being, all gentle and virtuous—it was a stark reminder of what he was missing.

Seeing the three of them, Ye Chen took a deep breath, his eyes slanting with smugness, as arrogant as could be. He didn't look like a quasi-emperor at all, more like a competitive child showing off to his brothers: Look, my wives are all so understanding.

The three said nothing and turned to leave, fuming inside.

Not long after, more people came, mostly because those three had spread the word, like Yang Dingtian, Xu Fu, and Pang Dachuan's group of old folks, arriving in droves, all with their hands tucked away. They'd heard from Xie Yun and didn't believe it at first, but now that they saw it, they truly believed.

"Weird."

Gazing at the scene under the old tree, everyone uttered this word in unison. In their memories, these women were anything but like this—each with a fiery temper, quick to fight at the drop of a hat. Seeing them so well-behaved now was completely unexpected.

After the old folks left, even more visitors arrived, like the kings of Great Chu, the quasi-emperors of Tianxuan Sect, and talents from various sects, coming in waves. The main reason was disbelief—how could a group of hot-tempered fairies have reformed?

Sometimes, you just had to admit it: those who came left with sighs and tuts of admiration. The Tenth Emperor of Great Chu not only dominated the wilderness but also had an unmatched talent for taming wives. In the rugged culture of Great Chu, such a scene was rare.

Not to mention outsiders, even Ye Ling, returning from her mischief, was stunned the moment she landed, her little mouth agape in disbelief. It was truly hard to believe. Whenever she came back in the past, she basically saw her mothers chasing her father around, but this scene was utterly outrageous.

"Old man-in-law is too impressive."

Tang San Shao grinned and clicked his tongue. To train these women to be so obedient was probably harder than slaying an emperor, and yet Ye Chen had pulled it off.

Ye Ling had already gone over, poking her little finger into her mouth as she looked around curiously. After a few days away, her mothers had all changed dramatically. When had she ever seen such an eye-pleasing display before?

"Mother?"

The little girl looked at Chu Ling and called out tentatively.

"We've reformed."

As if knowing what Ye Ling wanted to ask, Chu Ling casually uttered these three words.

Well, that made the women all burst into laughter, and even Ye Chen chuckled. Those in the know would say these were proper ladies, but those who didn't might think they were courtesans brought back from some brothel.

"Reformed is good, reformed is good."

Ye Ling laughed dryly and casually hauled out a large object—a massive iron bed, over ten zhang wide, big enough for a dozen people to sleep on and roll around, made from special immortal iron so it wouldn't collapse no matter how rowdy things got.

"Having daughters like this brings me great comfort."

Ye Chen said meaningfully.

The women acted as if they hadn't heard, their expressions seeming to say: If you want to get in bed, come back alive.

Ye Chen's gaze was full of deeper meaning, especially focused on Ji Ningshuang—she wasn't afraid of heavenly retribution and, aside from his past life, she was the wife who cared for him the most.

Ji Ningshuang's cheeks flushed red, and she just lowered her head in silence.

That was tacit approval.

Ye Da Shao sat up a bit straighter, convinced of it, and perked up even more. Tonight would surely be delightful—the iron bed was ready, so there wouldn't be any awkwardness like last time.

The women covered their mouths and stifled laughs. This Great Chu emperor must have been holding back—he had no shame, or perhaps he was just as boyish as ever, still obsessed with bedroom matters.

Tonight, there would be a good show to watch.

Not just the women—even Chu Ling and Tang San Shao were certain of it.

Besides them, there was another figure—the emperor from the underworld, standing straight as a board on the mountaintop, his imperial eyes gleaming brightly, waiting for the spectacle.

In response, the Dao Ancestor from the heavens gave him a disdainful eye roll, still curious how such a shameless, utterly imprincipled person had become an emperor—was it through backdoor connections?