238: Chapter 238 The First Immortal Clan!

Ye Changge muttered secretly to himself.

"One day, I will make the Ye Family the number one Immortal Clan in this world."

As he was sighing with emotion, he suddenly felt that something was missing.

His gaze swept across the courtyard, then swept across it again.

Lu Shiyin was not there.

Ye Chen was not there.

Zhenzhen was not there.

Ruyi was not there either.

His brow furrowed slightly as he looked at Liu Yiyi beside him and asked,

"Yiyi, where is Shiyin? And what about Ye Chen, Zhenzhen, and Ruyi?"

Hearing this, Liu Yiyi raised her head from Ye Changge's embrace, wiped the tear stains from the corners of her eyes, and said softly,

"Husband, they... they went to the Lingxiao Market."

"Lingxiao Market?" Ye Changge's brow furrowed even deeper.

Liu Yiyi nodded and explained,

"Husband, you hadn't returned for so long, and the whole Family was very worried. Especially a few days ago, when news of the Demonic Path's unrest arrived, the clan was in a state of panic."

"After Sister Shiyin discussed it with several clan elders, she decided to send the talented children of the clan to the Lingxiao Market first to take shelter."

"Ye Chen, Zhenzhen, and Ruyi were all sent there. Sister Shiyin personally escorted them, saying she would return after settling them in."

After listening, Ye Changge fell silent for a moment.

A surge of complex emotions welled up in his heart.

There was guilt.

His delayed return had caused the entire clan to worry.

There was relief.

Lu Shiyin acted steadily and had made the right decision at a critical moment.

Sending the talented children of the clan away was a wise move.

If the Demonic Path really attacked, these children would be the future hope of the Ye Family.

There was also worry.

Although the Lingxiao Market was under the jurisdiction of the Lingxiao Sect, the current situation in the Zhao State was turbulent. Who knew if something would happen?

"How long have they been gone?" Ye Changge asked.

Liu Yiyi thought for a moment and said, "About... five days. Calculating the distance, they should have arrived by now."

Ye Changge nodded, having made a plan in his mind.

"Good, I'll prepare for a bit and then go pick them up."

He paused and added,

"I'm not at ease letting them come back on their own."

Currently, the situation in the Zhao State was unclear, and the Demonic Path's hidden agents had not been fully purged.

Although Lu Shiyin was also a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, traveling alone with several children... what if they encountered danger?

Ye Changge didn't dare to think about it.

He had to go pick them up personally.

However, before leaving, he still needed to make some preparations.

He looked at Xiao Caiyue beside him and said warmly,

"Caiyue, you settle in at home first and familiarize yourself with the environment. I'll be back soon."

Xiao Caiyue nodded and said softly,

"Husband, you can go with peace of mind. I will help look after the affairs at home."

Ye Changge then looked at Lu Shiqing, Liu Yiyi, and the others, saying warmly,

"You all as well, wait for me at home with peace of mind."

Lu Shiqing pursed her lips, wanting to say something, but in the end, she only said,

"Husband, be careful on the road."

Ye Changge nodded and turned to walk toward the study.

He needed to make some preparations.

With the current turmoil in the Zhao State and the Demonic Path's hidden agents not yet purged, he had to be fully prepared.

After all, Ye Changge was not alone now.

Behind him was the Ye Family of Longmai Mountain.

It was the lives of dozens of wives, concubines, and children.

He couldn't afford to be even slightly careless.

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It was night.

The moonlight was like water, spilling into the bedroom through the carved window frames and spreading a layer of silver-white gauze on the floor.

Upon the bed, the brocade quilts surged, and the bed curtains swayed.

The large sandalwood bed made a subtle and rhythmic creaking sound, intertwined with the woman's irrepressible, melodious low moans, which were particularly clear in the silent night.

"Hus... Husband... gent... gentler..."

Liu Yiyi's hands tightly gripped the brocade mattress beneath her, her knuckles turning white. Her jet-black long hair was scattered on the pillow, making her fair and delicate face appear even more lustrous like jade.

She bit her lower lip, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling violently, and a faint glimmer of tears in the corners of her eyes.

Ye Changge leaned down and kissed away the tear stains at the corners of her eyes, but his movements did not slow down in the slightest.

Having been away for so long, he indeed owed these little wives who had been waiting bitterly at home too much.

Tonight, he had to compensate them properly.

Liu Yiyi only felt that her consciousness was about to scatter.

Her husband's return this time was completely different from before.

That strength, that... that kind of ferocity, as if he wanted to crush her, devour her, and melt her into his very bones and blood.

She didn't know what had happened; she only knew that her body felt like a small boat, tossing and turning in a violent storm, and she could only cling to him tightly to avoid being completely submerged.

...

An unknown amount of time passed.

The bed finally stopped shaking.

Liu Yiyi was completely limp in Ye Changge's arms, her whole body drenched in fragrant sweat, her hair disheveled, her face like a peach blossom, and a flush that had not yet faded at the corners of her eyes.

Her brow was slightly furrowed, her small face buried in Ye Changge's chest, and her body was still trembling uncontrollably, clearly having been tormented severely.

"Wu..."

An extremely light and low whimper escaped from deep in her throat, carrying a bit of grievance and a bit of coquettishness.

Ye Changge held her slender waist, feeling the weak and boneless body of the person in his arms still twitching slightly, and a sense of shame couldn't help but well up in his heart.

He lowered his head, kissed the top of her head, and said softly, "Yiyi?"

Liu Yiyi didn't answer, just buried her face deeper, her shoulders trembling slightly.

She was actually crying.

Ye Changge's guilt intensified. He quickly held her tighter, his palm gently stroking her smooth back to help her calm down.

He sighed inwardly, knowing he had indeed gone a bit too far this time.

During this trip, he had first practiced Dual Cultivation with Xiao Caiyue, absorbing a portion of the Origin of her Dragon Yang Body.

That Origin power was extremely overbearing. Not only did it improve his cultivation, but it also allowed the Kunpeng Refining Art to break through to the sixth layer in one fell swoop!

His current Realm as a Body Cultivator was already comparable to a Pseudo-Core Cultivator.

The strength of his Physical Body was far beyond what it used to be.

Furthermore, he hadn't fully adapted to this sudden surge of power himself.

Coupled with what happened with Nangong Zili in the Immortal City... at that time, in order to save her, he had also used all his strength. That kind of force and rhythm had already become a habit.

For a moment, he had actually forgotten that his little wife was only a small Cultivator at the Qi Refining Stage. How could she possibly endure it?

"Alright, alright, Yiyi, don't cry."

Ye Changge lowered his head, his forehead resting against hers, his voice so gentle it could practically drip water.

"It's husband's fault. I missed you too much and couldn't control myself for a moment."

Liu Yiyi still ignored him, but her sobbing grew quieter.

Ye Changge gave a light chuckle, his thumb gently wiping away the teardrops at the corners of her eyes as he teased,

"Alright, alright, you're already a mother, yet you're still crying. If Xiao Tian saw this, where would you hide your face as a mother?"

Only then did Liu Yiyi raise her face from his embrace.

That small face was tear-streaked and beautiful, her eyes were red, the tip of her nose was also red, and her beautiful eyes were shimmering with water—a pitiful sight.

She looked exactly like a young girl who had been severely bullied.