Chapter Eight: The Yang Family!

“Xiaoqing, help your husband take care of those four dead men from earlier, and He Feng as well. Make sure to destroy the bodies and erase all traces!”

After carrying his unconscious sister into the car, Yang Ye spoke to Long Xiaoqing in his mind.

Although this world was now ruled by cultivators, the rights and lives of ordinary people were still protected. The Star Martial Management Bureau in each city existed precisely to handle matters like these.

The Star Martial Management Bureau of Huaxia was staffed with many talented people, including top-tier experts. Yang Ye had no desire to attract their attention. A simple investigation of the four bodies in the alley would make it clear that a cultivator was responsible.

“Yes, husband!”

Long Xiaoqing replied, then transformed into a streak of blue light and left Yang Ye’s body.

Moments later, she arrived at the site of the four gangsters’ corpses and breathed dragon fire upon them. In less than three minutes, the intense heat reduced the bodies to ashes. She opened her mouth again, and a fierce gust of wind swept away the human-shaped residue, leaving nothing behind.

Next, Long Xiaoqing flew into the house where He Feng was, and again incinerated him with dragon fire. Her control over the flames was so precise that, apart from a blackened patch on the floor, none of the furniture was touched.

With the bodies destroyed and all traces erased, the five missing people could only be treated as a missing persons case, never alarming the Star Martial Management Bureau.

Halfway through the taxi ride, Long Xiaoqing returned to Yang Ye’s body and, in a tone seeking praise, said, “Husband, I’ve taken care of the bodies. No one will be able to tell.”

In his mind, Yang Ye replied, “Xiaoqing, you’re amazing! I’ll make you barbecue tomorrow.”

“Yay, yay!” Long Xiaoqing was overjoyed.

Yang Ye did not take his sister to the hospital but instead checked into a suite at the Yangcheng Grand Hotel.

Inside the room, Yang Ye set his sister on the sofa and used the star power within him to heal her injuries. Star power naturally had restorative properties, and his was further infused with dragon energy.

As he carefully channeled it into his sister’s body, he could see the wounds on Yang Yu’s body healing at an astonishing speed. In less than an hour, the swelling on half her face was gone, her beauty restored. Even the furrow between her brows smoothed out as she slept.

Yang Ye carried his sister to the bedroom, tucked her under the covers, and then left the room to rest in his own.

With no one else around, Long Xiaoqing was finally able to leave Yang Ye’s body, curling up in his arms and falling asleep almost instantly.

After two years of sleeping with a dragon egg in his arms, Yang Ye had grown used to holding something as he slept. Without Long Xiaoqing in his embrace, he could hardly fall asleep.

…

The next morning, when Yang Yu woke and found herself fully healed, her skin glowing with a youthful luster, she was overjoyed. For nine years, she had been locked away and tormented by He Feng, and though she was not yet thirty, she looked like a woman in her forties.

Now, with her beauty restored, her wounded heart found a sliver of comfort.

Yang Yu knew all of this was thanks to her brother, Yang Ye. She had been present when Yang Ye’s master had taken him away.

“Sis, breakfast is ready!”

As Yang Yu stood in a daze before the mirror, Yang Ye’s voice called from outside.

When Yang Yu emerged from her room, she saw a sumptuous breakfast already laid out on the table. The siblings ate in silence, and only after the service staff had cleared the table did Yang Ye speak.

“Sis, what happened over these past ten years?”

Yang Yu sighed and recounted her ordeal from the past decade.

With a crack, Yang Ye crushed the cup in his hand, unable to contain his fury.

He hadn’t expected his second uncle, Yang Haishan, to be so vicious—not only driving the siblings out of their home, but also stealing his sister’s money and forcing her to marry that scum He Feng, subjecting her to endless torment.

If his sister hadn’t been so strong-willed, she might have ended her own life long ago.

Yang Ye thought to himself that it was fortunate he had been taken away by his master; otherwise, he might not even have bones left now. His constitution, so suited for cultivation, made him Yang Haishan’s greatest threat.

Originally, Yang Ye had only planned to reclaim what belonged to him. But now… Hmph.

Seeing her brother’s anger, Yang Yu said worriedly, “Ye, you mustn’t act rashly! Yang Haishan is a planetary-level expert now, and beyond that, he’s spent a fortune assembling a group of cultivators. In Yangcheng, even the mayor acts at his behest.”

Though her own constitution was not suitable for cultivation, Yang Yu, being from the same family, knew much about the world of cultivators. These days, with cultivators holding sway, the higher one’s level, the more wealth one possessed. Ordinary people, though granted basic rights, could only survive under the protection of such families.

Yang Ye and Yang Yu’s father, Yang Haitai, had also been a cultivator. Perhaps because business had demanded so much of his attention, he never broke through the late planetary stage. Old injuries from his youth flared up, and he passed away before reaching one hundred and fifty, his body exhausted.

Yang Ye and his sister were both born to Yang Haitai in his later years. Their mother had died more than a decade ago in a car accident.

“Sis, the Yang family was built by Father’s own hands. If not for his investment in his brother, how could Yang Haishan ever have become a cultivator? Everything the Yang family owns should be mine! Father always said that all his wealth was for me—to cultivate me into one of the world’s top experts…”

Yang Ye clenched his fists, recalling his father’s excitement when he discovered Yang Ye’s rare pure-yang constitution.

Cultivation required not only talent but also immense resources. Yang Haishan clearly understood this, so when his elder brother died, he showed his true colors, driving out Yang Ye and his sister and seizing the family fortune.

He needed the wealth Yang Haitai had left behind.

Seeing Yang Ye so agitated, Yang Yu took his hand and said, “You’re right, but if you want revenge, you have to plan carefully.”

Yang Ye smiled. “Don’t worry, Sis, I won’t be reckless. Let me tell you something: I’ve already reached the planetary level myself!”

“Really?” Yang Yu was stunned, then overjoyed.

She knew Yang Ye possessed extraordinary talent, but she hadn’t expected her eighteen-year-old brother to reach the planetary stage already. Even their father, in his entire life, had only managed to reach that level.

Yang Ye grinned. “Sis, would I ever lie to you?”

Tears welled up in Yang Yu’s eyes. “Father would be so proud if he knew.”

Yang Ye nodded, smiling.

…

While Yang Ye and Yang Yu were reunited, a grand mansion on the outskirts of Yangcheng was abuzz with activity. Hundreds of servants hurried to and fro, preparing for a grand celebration.

In three days, Yang Haishan would celebrate his one hundred and twentieth birthday. Not only local dignitaries from Yangcheng but also important figures from other cities would come to offer their congratulations.

Coincidentally, that day was also the anniversary of Yang Haitai’s death, though Yang Haishan seemed to have long forgotten its significance.

When Yang Ye saw the news of Yang Haishan’s birthday celebration, he sneered.

He was preparing a very special birthday present for Yang Haishan.