"Madam, what's wrong?"
Hearing the sound of the medicine bowl shattering, Ye Ao on the bed also looked over.
But after looking, his figure stiffened instantly just like Xia Wei, unable to move.
Because the figure smiling at the doorway was far too familiar to him, a person unforgettable in his lifetime.
"Mother! Father!"
Ye Chen looked at his beautiful mother before him, then at his father lying ill on the bed not far away. Even a heart that could remain unperturbed when facing threats from a supreme imperial clan couldn't help but stir with immense waves when facing his parents, his dearest kin in this life.
"Chen'er, is it really you?" Xia Wei looked at her son's figure, trembling as she reached out a hand, yet afraid this wasn't real. That palm was trembling.
But Ye Chen reached out and grasped it firmly. The warm, broad, and powerful feeling made Xia Wei truly understand—this was real, not an illusion.
"My son, my Chen'er, you've finally returned."
Xia Wei couldn't help but rush over and hug Ye Chen tightly, holding his hand, then touching his face. It was still the same as before, just more mature. The same bloodline beneath the flesh and blood gave her a sense of peace. She smiled, tears falling continuously—tears of overwhelming joy.
She would always remember that year when her son led the entire family, even everyone in Luo Feng City, away from the Tian Du Continent, entering the King's Ancient Path to battle the invading outsiders. He left for many years, never returning.
Until a certain year later, a group claiming to be from the main family of the myriad realms came to guide this branch family from the small city. Unwilling or not, they had to leave, thus completely departing from Luo Feng City, the small city that had raised and nurtured him.
Xia Wei thought she would never see him again in this lifetime. She never expected fate to be so miraculous.
Ye Ao on the bed was also extremely excited, but being a man, his eyes were deeply flushed, faintly glistening with tears. He said, "Madam, why are you just standing there? Hurry and bring Chen'er inside. There will be plenty of time to sit and talk."
"Right, right, there's time to talk slowly." Only then did Xia Wei snap out of it. She looked at her son and smiled. "Mother lost her composure. Come, sit down first. Mother will pour you some tea."
But Ye Chen suddenly knelt on the ground, kowtowing heavily to his parents with loud thuds. "Your child has returned."
The Battle Saint King did not kneel to heaven or earth. Even when facing an Emperor, he only bowed. But before his own parents, no matter how great he was, he must kneel. This was filial piety.
"Child, what are you doing? Get up quickly." Xia Wei hurriedly pulled at Ye Chen.
But Ye Chen remained kneeling straight. "Father, Mother, it is your child's unfilialness to have been away for so long. But I swear, I will never be like this again. I will stay by your side always."
"Good, good, good."
Both husband and wife were deeply moved. Xia Wei pulled Ye Chen up to stand. Ye Ao wanted very much to get out of bed, but a violent fit of coughing ensued, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Yet he still tried to persist and rise.
However, Ye Chen strode to the bedside and pressed down on his father's shoulders. "Father, let me examine your injuries."
Looking at the face on the bed that bore some familiarity with his own—resolute yet pale and bloodless—Ye Chen's heart ached. At the same time, a towering rage churned endlessly within him.
Who exactly dared to harm his father? Did they truly seek death?
But his expression remained unchanged. He reached out and grasped his father's pale wrist. Ye Ao patted Ye Chen's hand and chuckled, "Child, you have a kind heart. Father is fine, just accidentally injured. It's nothing serious."
Yet Ye Chen's expression gradually darkened, as if covered by boundless dark clouds.
Because in that instant of examination, he not only sensed the injuries within his father's body—some internal wounds that were actually simple. For a cultivator like Ye Ao, who had reached the Demigod realm long ago, the Primordial Spirit was the foundation. Physical injuries weren't much of a problem.
But on his Primordial Spirit, there was clearly a strand of vicious curse, tightly adhering to it. Not only was it difficult to eradicate, but it was also constantly eroding the Primordial Spirit.
If not for Ye Ao having reached the Divine Transformation Realm over the years in the Ye Family's uniquely favorable cultivation environment, he would have died long ago. Even so, with such cultivation, nearly half of his Primordial Spirit had already been eroded.
At that rate of erosion, it wouldn't take more than a few years to completely consume the entire Primordial Spirit. By that point, Ye Ao would truly be beyond saving.
Ye Chen's heart filled with sky-filling rage. Who exactly had struck, to be so ruthless? Using a curse to erode the Primordial Spirit—they truly had the audacity.
But he didn't ask. The first priority now was to extract the curse from Ye Ao's body and restore his injuries.
Boom—
Ye Chen directly activated the Divine King Rebirth Art. The supreme healing secret technique manifested. Vast amounts of divine radiance poured directly into Ye Ao's body. Instantly, his body glowed with auspicious light, every inch radiating brilliance. The injuries within his body were directly restored.
Moreover, endless divine radiance was applied to his Primordial Spirit. That strand of pitch-black curse power was directly extracted, and the Primordial Spirit rapidly repaired itself.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Ao had completely recovered from his injured state. Faced with this scene, even he was dumbfounded. It was simply like a miracle.
Although he knew his son was very powerful—having surpassed him long ago back on the Tian Du Continent—he never imagined him to be this formidable.
Ye Ao immediately got up from the bed. After sensing for a moment, he felt his entire body brimming with boundless energy. The divine power within him circulated endlessly, smoothly and effortlessly, completely reversing his earlier decline.
But Ye Chen didn't stop. He even infused a trace of Battle Sacred Body essence blood into his father's body.
The reason he didn't give more was for fear Ye Ao couldn't withstand it.
But even just a trace caused Ye Ao's entire body to once again emit golden auspicious light. Pitch-black impurities were directly expelled. Moreover, his cultivation base began to soar at an astonishing rate, actually rising directly from the Fifth Heaven to the Seventh Heaven—the Super Divine Transformation Realm.
This filled Ye Ao with infinite joy. Not only were his injuries fully healed, but he had also become stronger.
Seeing her husband recover, Xia Wei was also filled with delight.
"Mother, you come here too." Ye Chen took Xia Wei's hand. Feeling that his mother's once delicate and fair small hands now bore many wrinkles, his heart ached slightly. A stream of golden blood energy entered her body, thoroughly cleansing her from head to toe, even more effective than marrow cleansing and tendon washing.
Streams of pitch-black, somewhat foul-smelling impurities were directly expelled from her body. Instantly, her entire person appeared more refined and fair. Her pale complexion regained rosiness, even the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes vanished, making her look younger and more beautiful.
With her son's return, her husband's injuries fully healed, and her own essence, energy, and spirit replenished, Xia Wei was overjoyed.
At this moment, a knocking sound was heard. A voice came from outside the door: "Master, Madam, the Elder requests both of you to come to the main hall. He says he is waiting for you and the Young Master."