Chapter 94: Each Shines in Their Own Way

What? Yu Zhisha’s fiancé?

Hearing those words, Su Ye could hardly believe his eyes. He was Yu Zhisha’s enemy, and thus knew her well; with her disdainful, imperious character, how could she possibly have a fiancé? Moreover, Yu Zhisha looked no more than eighteen, while the man before him, Ye Lingyun, was easily thirty. Their ages were so far apart—how on earth had they ended up together?

And another thing puzzled Su Ye. Just moments ago, Ye Lingyun had publicly kissed that mad woman, Zhuojue; now he was declaring in front of everyone that he was Yu Zhisha’s fiancé?

“Oh? Are you here to avenge Yu Zhisha?” Su Ye suddenly asked, his voice deep and cold.

The feud and battles between him and Yu Zhisha had shaken the whole city; he had destroyed the Yu family outright, and for them, this was a grudge that could never be erased.

“Haha, it’s been so long since I returned to Yang City! The younger generation dares speak to me this way now,” Ye Lingyun chuckled, surprised but not angered. He continued, “I’ve seen Zhisha; she’s recovering from her injuries at my home. Her family’s matters are none of my concern, but you shouldn’t have touched my woman, nor should you have stripped her lightning meridian in public—that was an insult!”

Jiang Liuying could not bear to watch any longer. If Su Ye were allowed to argue, a fight would surely break out. She immediately sneered, “When the Yu family dug out Su Ye’s lightning meridian three years ago, wasn’t that an insult? ‘Your woman’—you have plenty of women, if not a hundred, at least eighty. If you want war, our Jiang family and the Martial Alliance will stand by him—what, are we supposed to be afraid of you?”

Ouyang Yunfeng stepped forward as well, his voice resonant: “The destruction of the Yu family was by my own order! Ye Lingyun, if you dare touch Su Ye or the Jiang family, you’ll be making an enemy of me!”

“And my Pill Pavilion!” Chen Jiayi added.

“Oh? Hahaha!” Ye Lingyun seemed surprised so many had come to Su Ye’s aid. He laughed heartily, his imperious aura undiminished. He suddenly looked at Jiang Liuying and spoke slowly: “My women are not a hundred, nor eighty, but one hundred seventy-two. I may seem fickle, but I am sincere and true to each of them…”

At this number, many gasped in low voices, casting secret looks of disdain. Yet among the infatuated girls, already drawn to Ye Lingyun’s appearance and charisma, hearing he had one hundred seventy-two women brought a wave of heartbreak.

Ye Lingyun’s gaze returned to Su Ye, and he said lightly, “You’ve caused my Zhisha to suffer so much—who knows if she’ll ever recover her lightning meridian. Shouldn’t you compensate me with a woman? How about… Jiang Liuying? Such a beauty, pure and rare, only I, Ye Lingyun, am worthy of her!”

“If you dare touch her, I’ll kill you!” Su Ye clenched his fist, his voice icy as a blade.

Jiang Liuying jumped back in fright, hiding behind Su Ye, furious. “What the hell do you take me for? Compensation? You can go to hell!”

“Haha, Lady Yingfei has quite a temper!” Ye Lingyun was unfazed, striding leisurely back to the mad Zhuojue woman, planting another public kiss and kneading her hand a few times, before murmuring, “Sisi, your new sister is a little fiery. Treat her well when you get along, all right?”

“Mm. I’ll do as you say,” Sisi’s face was flushed, as if drunk.

“My Sisi is so sweet, so obedient.” Ye Lingyun nibbled Sisi’s pink ear, whispering softly.

The crowd was already covered in goosebumps and disgust, but wary of his identity and with the Young Alliance Master present, they could only endure in silence.

Chen Jiayi said coldly, “Ye Lingyun, are you starting the Listening Spirit ritual or not?”

“With a beauty inviting me, of course I’ll begin.” Ye Lingyun answered, his smile subtle yet mysteriously alluring, causing many infatuated girls nearby to stare in rapture.

Ye Lingyun slowly turned, leading Sisi up the high tower—it seemed he intended to listen to the spirits from above.

Su Ye watched quietly without following, a vague unease stirring within. When did Yang City gain such a figure, and how had he not heard a thing?

Ouyang Yunfeng seemed to sense his thoughts, stepping over to murmur, “Do not act rashly. Even if our Martial Alliance put forth all its strength, we might not be able to kill him. He can hear spirits and ghosts, seize great fortunes, always escaping danger—he’s one of Yang City’s three monstrous prodigies.”

Jiang Liuying craned her neck from behind Su Ye, blinking her large eyes in surprise. “Three prodigies? When did we get a third? Old Monster Chen Shiyao, Wolf-Slayer Ye Lingyun—who’s the third? I’ve never heard of them.”

“The third, of course, is Su Ye.” Ouyang Yunfeng replied with a broad grin.

“Me?” Even Su Ye was incredulous. He’d heard of the title “Yang City’s greatest genius,” but when did he become one of the “three monstrous prodigies”?

“Yes! Three years of dormancy, reborn beneath the thunder—someone like Yu Xingkun was defeated by you. Do you know what that means? Chen Shiyao and Ye Lingyun each shine in their own way—now it’s your turn.”

Su Ye was astonished—not because he felt unworthy; he practiced the arts of the Heavenly Stele, enough for any epithet. But he hadn’t expected so many people to see through his capabilities.

Was Yang City truly a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, or had he simply been too conspicuous lately?

At that moment, a sudden humming sound swept the crowd, making everyone’s heart tremble as if their souls might be shaken out of their bodies.

All eyes turned toward the source, and there atop the high tower stood a tall figure.

Ye Lingyun had removed his glasses, his aura transformed, now more like a leader commanding all under heaven. His eyes shone brilliantly; he flicked his fingers through the air.

Humm!

Humm!!

At once, the strange sound reverberated around Pill Pavilion.

Ye Lingyun stood there, eyes closed, and pointed single-handedly toward the southeast, calling out, “Over there!”

The two martial artists at his side leapt down at once, heading southeast. Ye Lingyun, hearing their footsteps, continued to direct them: “Forward another three hundred seventy meters—good, stop!”

The two stopped beside a large tree, carefully inspecting the ground all around—a clear sign of their experience, knowing most treasures would be buried. Yet after searching, they didn’t dig but instead looked up into the tree, where a few scattered fruit remained. They leaped up, quickly plucking several, then split them open—immediately, a wave of pill fragrance wafted out.

The crowd stared in amazement—how could there be pill fragrance inside the fruit?

“Heavens, are pills hidden in the fruit?”

“How can that be? Who hid them? This Listening Spirit is terrifying!”

The infatuated girls gazed at Ye Lingyun in awe. With such skill, he would never want for anything in his life.

Next, Ye Lingyun pointed rapidly in several directions.

“South, three thousand one hundred twenty meters! Don’t move—right beneath your feet!”

The two martial artists reached a stone bridge over a creek. They inspected it, then called out, “Master, there’s a totem on the bridge!”

All the pill masters of Pill Pavilion were shocked, rushing over to look up from beneath the bridge. They realized they crossed it almost daily—when had a totem been carved beneath it?

A single glance was enough to see it was no ordinary mark!

Su Ye was astonished as well, and a little puzzled. The directions Ye Lingyun gave, the sounds he made—on closer listening, they didn’t seem that hard to understand.

By the time they reached the latter locations, Su Ye could even roughly estimate the distances.

Was this Listening Spirit?

But how could Ye Lingyun use his finger to produce such unique sounds?

And what puzzled Su Ye even more: “Clearly, there’s an even stronger spirit response to the east—why hasn’t Ye Lingyun pointed it out? Or… is he deliberately concealing it?”