Chapter 75

This person arrived like a drifting breeze—light and ethereal. There was an almost otherworldly presence to him, like an immortal descending from the heavens.

Such power left Ye Dashan and the others utterly stunned—only those at the ninth tier or above radiated that kind of overwhelming presence.

Another ninth-tier powerhouse?

Ye Dashan and his group felt as if they were hallucinating. They had always thought ninth-tier cultivators were legendary, mythical figures—beings that low-ranking beastmen like them could never hope to meet. But then the Snow Wolf King had appeared in their tribe, and they’d seen what a true ninth-tier Beast King was like. Now… was another such powerhouse standing before them?

Ye Chuan stood frozen—when he finally saw the figure clearly, his eyes widened in shock.

It was Lord Ye—the doctor.

Even though Ye Wulan had used an illusion technique to conceal his appearance, Ye Chuan had seen him once before with his sister. He recognized him immediately. But he also remembered his sister’s warning—to tell no one of her whereabouts. So, despite his swelling excitement, he stayed silent.

Ye Wulan descended slowly before them, raised a hand, then pressed it downward—a surge of crushing force burst forth.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

All the other bandits lay dead—only their leader remained.

Staring at Ye Wulan, the bandit leader trembled in fear. “W-Who are you?”

“We’ve no grudge with you. Why would you kill us?”

Several of his men had been fifth-tier fighters, yet they’d been slaughtered with terrifying ease.

This man was too powerful—it was overwhelming.

Ye Wulan replied coolly, “If you rob and kill others, you must be ready to be killed yourself.”

“Speak. Who sent you?”

The bandit leader shook his head, voice trembling. “No one sent us… we just needed supplies to survive the winter…”

But Ye Wulan’s gaze swept over him. That single glance sent an icy chill down the bandit’s spine. It was as if he’d been pierced by blades—his mind fell into darkness, gripped by uncontrollable fear.

“Please, Master, spare me. I won’t ever do it again!”

Then, realizing all his subordinates were already dead, he corrected himself. “I won’t ever do it again!”

Ye Wulan’s voice turned icy. “Too late.” With the flick of a finger, he struck the bandit leader dead from a distance—without even touching him.

Ye Dashan and the others were stunned speechless—not even daring to breathe too loudly.

Ye Chuan’s eyes nearly popped out of his head, his mouth agape. Their tribe’s former doctor was actually this powerful?

He had always assumed the doctor had no supernatural abilities. But now he realized—not only did he have them, he was powerful.

With that understanding, Ye Chuan slowly exhaled in relief. So long as Lord Ye was by his sister’s side, she would be safe. And with that thought, he felt far more at ease.

This battle taught Ye Chuan one crucial lesson: he had to become stronger. If he couldn’t even protect the tribe, how could he keep his sister from worrying?

Just before reaching the battlefield, Ye Baizhi had asked Ye Wulan to go on ahead. She had arrived shortly afterward, trailing close behind. Now, seeing her uncle and brother bloodied and injured, her face turned pale.

Thank goodness Ye Wulan had been prepared—otherwise, her uncle and brother might not have survived. If something had happened to them, her mother would’ve been devastated, and the Rabbit Tribe might’ve faced complete collapse.

Ye Baizhi didn’t even want to imagine the consequences.

Snapping out of his shock, Ye Dashan stepped forward and was about to kneel before Ye Wulan.

“Thank you, Master, for saving our lives…”

Ye Wulan gently swept him upright with a surge of power, not allowing him to kneel.

Ye Baizhi arrived just then and said, “There’s no need for that. My husband and I just happened to be passing by—we couldn’t ignore what we saw. Those people were bloodthirsty and experienced fighters. You should prioritize training once you return.”

“Beastmen in the tribe should spar regularly and share battle experience. Simulated combat can also help everyone improve.”

“It’s best for teams to develop coordination instead of fighting individually.”

“During hunts, you can form teams to battle beasts—let some engage while others observe and learn. That too builds valuable experience.”

She pointed out the flaws she had noticed—and offered thoughtful advice.

Ye Dashan was deeply moved, sensing how precious this guidance was.

“Thank you, Benefactor!”

Ye Baizhi then stepped forward and used her wood-element ability to heal their injuries. Thankfully, none were serious. Once healed, they were safe to return home.

Ye Dashan and the others expressed their gratitude once more, gathered their belongings, and left. They asked for Ye Baizhi and Ye Wulan’s names so they could return the favor one day, but the couple declined to give them—only saying, “If fate wills it, we’ll meet again.”

Ye Baizhi watched her uncle and the others disappear into the distance, then turned to Ye Wulan, took his hand, and looked at him with deep gratitude.

“Thank you,” she said softly. “If not for you, my brother really would’ve been in danger.”

“He might not have survived at all.”

Ye Wulan gently squeezed her hand in return, his voice soft. “Your family is my family too.”

“There’s no need to thank me.”

“Baizhi, I want to do these things for you.” He only wished he could do even more.

Ye Baizhi’s heart stirred. “You’ve already done so much for me.”

“I feel like I haven’t done anything for you.”

Ye Wulan replied, “You’re carrying my child—that alone is the greatest gift you could give me.”

“Are you feeling okay?” He worried the rush over might’ve taken a toll on her body.

Ye Baizhi shook her head. “I’m fine.”

“My powers feel stable, and my body feels good.”

Just then, little Da Bao peeked his head out from behind her back and pulled off the cloth over his eyes.

Ye Wulan’s expression shifted. He immediately reached out to cover Da Bao’s eyes. “Don’t look.”

There was too much blood and too many corpses—it would terrify him. They’d anticipated something might happen, so they’d covered the little one’s eyes in advance.

Dab Bo blinked wide-eyed and said, “Father Ye, I’m not scared.”

He was just curious and wanted to see.

“It’s too gory. You’re still young.”

With that, Ye Wulan untied the cloth from Ye Baizhi’s back and gently scooped Da Bao into his arms, holding him close so he couldn’t see anything around them.

Ye Baizhi didn’t want him exposed to such a scene either—she feared it would haunt his dreams come nightfall.

“Let’s go home first.”

“Alright.”

Once they returned to the estate and entered their alley, they happened to see a neighbor carrying water.

“Oh, it’s Little Brother Ye! You live on this street too? That’s wonderful!”

Ye Wulan looked at the enthusiastic male beast and replied, “Brother Jian Ping!”

Jian Ping’s beast form was a panda. He scratched his head a bit sheepishly when facing Ye Wulan. To him, this “little brother” had an air of noble blood—he always felt a little unsure of himself in his presence. But thinking of the carrying pole, Jian Ping got a bit excited. He set down his water bucket, rubbed his hands together, and asked with some embarrassment, “Uh… Little Brother Ye, about that carrying pole of yours—would you be willing to sell it?”

“I can trade you something for it.”

Ye Wulan answered, “No need for all that. My wife said that since we’re all neighbors, if you’d like a carrying pole, I can teach you how to make one.”

“We live just over here. You’re welcome to come by and learn in our courtyard.”