Chapter 117: Chapter 117

Chapter 117: Reunion of Siblings, Deep Bonds

At that moment, Ye Zifeng paid no mind to Sun Xinhao’s words; he didn’t even acknowledge them.

His gaze remained fixed on Ye Zilan and Ye Zhixin.

“Big Sister, Big Brother it’s been so long!”

Ye Zifeng’s face lit up with joy. His eyes sparkled with genuine happiness.

It had been ages since he last returned home. Seeing his elder siblings again filled him with warmth.

The four eldest siblings were close in age. They had grown up playing together, forging the deepest bonds.

Just then, another figure arrived, Ye Ziran.

The four siblings were finally reunited.

Laughter and joy filled the air.

“That’s Ye Zifeng and Ye Ziran! They’re the younger siblings of those two!”

“Ye Zifeng isn’t just anyone. His swordsmanship rivals Sun Xinhao’s, maybe even surpasses it. And he’s four years younger!”

“Exactly. He’s also an elite disciple of the Haoran Sword Sect. In terms of background, strength, and status, he’s on par with Sun Xinhao.”

“Actually, Ye Zifeng has the Ye Clan behind him. His father, Ye Wushang, was once the strongest Marquis of Tianluo Province, a peerless prodigy. Surpassing Sun Xinhao is only a matter of time.”

“Sun Xinhao messed with the wrong people. Other sects might hesitate, but the Ye Clan won’t.”

“Right. I still remember when Ye Wushang slew a King while still in the Cave Heaven Realm. And when he became a King, he crushed Wang Zehua like swatting a fly. Who in the world could match that?”

“With the Ye Clan backing her, that girl is untouchable.”

The crowd buzzed with speculation. Once they learned the siblings’ identities, the tone shifted entirely.

Though Ye Wushang hadn’t appeared publicly in three years, that span was nothing in the cultivation world. To many, it felt like yesterday.

His legend still loomed large.

The Ye Clan wasn’t one to be suppressed by mere power. Ye Wushang had proven that.

And their ancestor, Ye Zhen, was no ordinary man; he had once suppressed the patriarch of the Eastern Clan.

Ye Zilan and the others ignored the chatter.

But Sun Xinhao’s face darkened with fury.

“Ye Zifeng! Didn’t you hear me talking to you?”

Ye Zifeng frowned slightly.

He gave his siblings an apologetic smile, then turned to face him.

“Sun Xinhao, you may leave now.”

“Leave? What a joke. Who are you to tell me that?”

Ye Zifeng stood tall, sword in hand, his voice calm but firm.

“This sword in my hand. Is that enough? If you’re not convinced, we can settle it now.”

Sun Xinhao’s face turned ashen.

Their goals were different. For Ye Zifeng, this tournament was just practice—he still had three more years of eligibility.

But for Sun Xinhao, this was his final chance. He had to win.

He couldn’t afford to reveal his trump cards now—not against Ye Zifeng.

Ye Zifeng’s growth had been monstrous. At first, Sun Xinhao could suppress him easily.

But over time, that gap had vanished. Now, even victory was uncertain.

A full clash would expose too much.

Then, with a cold glare, he growled:

“We’ll settle this at the tournament. I hope you’ll still be standing by then.”

“No need for concern. But if you’ve nothing else to say, leave. Or I might not hold back.”

Sun Xinhao turned with a flourish, storming off.

But not before casting one last glance at Ye Zhixin his eyes filled with reluctant desire.

A flawless beauty no less stunning than her sister.

He knew he couldn’t have her. Not now.

So he left, unwillingly.

Ye Zifeng let out a cold snort.

Ye Zilan raised an eyebrow.

“Is he always that arrogant?”

“More than arrogant,” Zifeng replied. “His father’s an inner sect elder, a King-tier powerhouse. His clan even has a Divine-tier ancestor. He’s been spoiled rotten.”

“He’s been pestering the Third Sister for ages. Says he wants to marry her. She’s sick of him. Give me one more year next time he dares show up, I’ll beat him every time I see him.”

“He’s like a leech. Always clinging to me. Doesn’t even look in the mirror who he thinks he is? He’s not worthy of me!”

Ye Zhixin gave her a playful smack.

“Young lady, where did you learn to talk like that? If Mother hears you, she’ll punish you. Or should I tell Aunt Zhao to deal with you?”

Ziran stuck out her tongue, instantly obedient.

Then her eyes lit up.

“Wait Big Sis, did you say my mother is here?”

In the Ye Clan, they called Yue Rushuang “Mother,” even if she wasn’t their birth mother.

Their birth mothers were called “Mama.”

Zhixin smiled and tapped her forehead.

“You silly girl. Not just your father and mother are here too.”

Ziran and Zifeng both beamed.

“Father and Mother are here? That’s great! Where are they? Take us to them!”

Zilan gestured toward a tall tavern nearby.

They followed his gaze and met Ye Wushang’s warm, smiling eyes.

He sat by the window, sipping tea, watching them with fatherly affection.

It had been four years since their coming-of-age ceremony. Four years without seeing their father.

They had missed him dearly but they were no longer children. They had learned to suppress that longing.

Suddenly, the tavern door burst open.

A girl with a high ponytail and radiant beauty rushed in and dove into Ye Wushang’s arms, sobbing.

Ye Wushang gently stroked her hair, letting her cry without a word.

Zifeng stood nearby, eyes moist. But as a man, he held back.

Ye Wushang nodded approvingly.

“Good. You’ve grown into a fine man.”

Zifeng nearly lost control.

Zhixin and Zilan watched, hearts full. They had felt the same when Ye Wushang first emerged from seclusion.

“You shameless girl! How old are you now, still throwing yourself into your father’s arms?”

Only Zhao Qingge would say that.

Yue Rushuang was strict, but she never interfered when the children’s birth mothers were present.

Ziran looked up defiantly.

“So what if I’m older? I’m still his daughter! What, only Mother and the concubines can hug him? We daughters can’t?”

The room burst into laughter.

Even Ye Wushang scratched his nose awkwardly.

Zhao Qingge blushed furiously.

“You little brat! Looks like you need a good spanking!”

She lunged playfully.

Ziran yelped and pretended to surrender.

Everyone smiled at the scene.

Yue Rushuang watched with quiet envy.

As the matriarch, she couldn’t act so freely. Her love was deep but restrained.

Ziran quickly composed herself and bowed respectfully.

Yue Rushuang smiled, took her hand, and offered a few words of praise and gentle scolding.

Soon, the group was chatting happily, Ziran and Zifeng excitedly recounting their time in the Haoran Sword Sect.

Unbeknownst to them, deep within the sect’s inner mountain range…

In the estate of Sun Xinhao’s clan.

“You’re saying Ye Zifeng’s elder siblings are here? And you fought his brother?”

“He’s strong. I think he’s reached the Celestial Phenomenon Realm. I wasn’t his match. And he’s two or three years younger than me.”

His father Six-Fingered War King, Sun Wang raised an eyebrow.

His eyes flickered with thought.

Sun Xinhao dared not interrupt.

Moments later, Sun Wang’s eyes snapped open light flashing within.

He looked at his son.