"Ye Wuchen, get out of here!"
Outside the courtyard, a scolding voice full of provocation rang out.
Before Ye Wuchen could respond, several young Disciples dressed in Ye Family attire, with provocative expressions, swaggered into the courtyard.
Ye Wuchen frowned slightly as he watched the Ye Family Disciples enter the courtyard.
It should be known that this was the Ye Mansion, and he was the Young Lord of the Ye Family in name.
The Ye Family rules clearly stipulated that those who committed insubordination would have their Cultivation abolished and be expelled from the Ye Family, depending on the severity of their offense.
"Ye Lin, what is the meaning of this?" Ye Xiyue coldly rebuked the leader of the group of Disciples.
The young man called Ye Lin disdainfully glanced at Ye Xiyue, and sneered:
"Just a lowly maid, not qualified to speak to me."
Then he turned to Ye Wuchen, and continued arrogantly:
"Ye Wuchen, I heard you went to the Family's storeroom yesterday and collected a batch of medicinal ingredients. My brothers here happen to be short on Cultivation resources and would like to borrow some from you. You shouldn't have any objections, right?"
Ye Lin, one of the most outstanding Disciples from a collateral branch of the Ye Family.
At only seventeen years old, he had already reached the Body Tempering Fifth Stage, which was considered a mid-tier level even among the Core Disciples of the Ye Family.
"What did you just call my maid?" Ye Wuchen's pale white eyes looked at Ye Lin, his voice carrying a bone-chilling coldness.
A collateral Disciple openly insulting his maid in front of him, this Ye Lin was truly too presumptuous.
Ye Lin was initially unnerved by Ye Wuchen's gaze, but then remembered that the other party was merely a blind person.
So he resumed his arrogant demeanor, sneering as he replied, "I called her a lowly maid. Is there a problem with that?"
Ye Xiyue was an orphan picked up by Ye Wuchen. Because she had no parents, Ye Xiyue was ostracized by everyone when she was young.
Throughout the entire Ye Mansion, only Ye Wuchen did not disdain her and took her in as his personal maid.
"Kneel, and apologize to Xiao Yue." A hint of killing intent seemed to flash in Ye Wuchen's pale white eyes.
For no reason, Ye Lin stumbled, feeling as if the surrounding temperature had dropped slightly.
"Kneel and apologize to her? Just a maid without a father or mother, what's wrong with me calling her a lowly maid? Maybe her mother was also a lowly maid like her."
Ye Lin scoffed in response, and behind him, the group of Disciples also joined in with laughter.
In the eyes of these people, Ye Wuchen was nothing more than a useless blind man who couldn't Cultivate.
In this vast Ye Mansion, besides Ye Xiyue, who still respected Ye Wuchen's status as Young Lord?
"Slap!"
Before anyone could react, Ye Wuchen's palm had already landed on Ye Lin's right cheek.
The immense force directly spun the latter around, and a mouthful of fresh blood spurted from his mouth.
"You trash, you actually hit me!"
Ye Lin was somewhat incredulous, his eyes bloodshot with rage.
He stumbled to his feet, his Qi and blood surging, intending to teach Ye Wuchen a lesson.
Ye Wuchen did not speak. He looked at Ye Lin in front of him, his pale white eyes filled with indifference.
Seeing that Ye Wuchen ignored him, Ye Lin's anger intensified.
His Qi and blood surged throughout his body, and he rushed towards Ye Wuchen, simultaneously slamming his fist directly at Ye Wuchen's face.
Facing Ye Lin's fist, Ye Wuchen showed no fear, and likewise punched out.
Their fists collided, and Ye Lin was sent flying directly, not even lasting a single breath.
His body crashed against a nearby rockery, looking extremely disheveled.
This scene, however, greatly shocked the Ye Family Disciples behind Ye Lin.
The Ye Family's useless blind man had actually crushed Ye Lin head-on.
When did Ye Wuchen become so strong?
But who knew that at this moment, Ye Lin was still unyielding? He struggled to his feet, even drawing the sword from his waist, and looked at Ye Wuchen with a ferocious expression.
"You trash, die!" Ye Lin roared, stepping forward and charging at Ye Wuchen.
Looking at Ye Lin, who was full of killing intent, Ye Wuchen's eyes could not hide his disappointment.
He merely shifted his body slightly, dodging Ye Lin's attack, and at the same time, exerted force with his right hand, landing a powerful crushing punch on Ye Lin's abdomen.
The immense force caused Ye Lin's expression to momentarily blur. Ye Wuchen then snatched the longsword from Ye Lin's hand.
As a flash of sword light passed, the outcome was already known.
"As a fellow Ye Family Disciple, you instigated provocation, committed insubordination, and harbored killing intent with your sword. For these multiple offenses, I will sever three of your fingers as a warning."
As Ye Wuchen's words fell, Ye Lin finally realized something and let out a miserable scream.
At this moment, blood continuously seeped from his right hand, dripping onto the ground.
Three of his fingers had been severed at the root.
And those Ye Family Disciples who had followed Ye Lin to provoke him looked at Ye Wuchen with horrified expressions.
Ye Lin, as the most outstanding Disciple of the collateral branch, had three fingers severed. What kind of punishment would they, these powerless Disciples, suffer?
Fortunately, Ye Wuchen had no time to bother with them at the moment.
Looking at Ye Lin on the ground, disheveled and struggling to get up.
Ye Wuchen stepped on the other party's head, bringing the other party's head into deeper intimate contact with the ground.
"Apologize." Ye Wuchen said coldly.
Ye Lin, who was pinned underfoot, struggled to get up, but Ye Wuchen's strength was too great, making his resistance seem so ridiculous.
"Apologize." Ye Wuchen continued to repeat.
This time, the two words 'apologize' fell into Ye Lin's ears like a huge rock pressing on his chest, making him unable to breathe.
Finally, Ye Lin gave up struggling, enduring the humiliation in his heart, and said:
"I... I'm sorry." Then he rolled his eyes and fainted.
Behind Ye Wuchen, Ye Xiyue stared blankly at the scene before her.
A few tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, which she quickly wiped away with her hand.
After dealing with Ye Lin, Ye Wuchen turned to look at the trembling crowd beside him, and said indifferently:
"Who sent you to cause trouble for me?"
Ye Wuchen was not stupid. Since these people dared to come and cause trouble for him, there must be someone backing them.
And Ye Wuchen already had an answer in his heart regarding that person's identity.
"We... we..." One of the Disciples was about to speak when Ye Wuchen directly interrupted him.
"Think carefully before you speak. If I find out you're lying to me, Ye Lin's fate will be the fate of all of you."
For a moment, the courtyard fell into a deathly silence.
"Since no one wants to speak, then don't speak at all." Ye Wuchen said indifferently, then slowly approached with the longsword in his hand.
"Ye Qing... it was Ye Qing who sent us." Finally, someone among these Disciples couldn't bear the pressure and spoke out.
Hearing this answer, Ye Wuchen raised an eyebrow, not surprised.
Ye Qing was a Martial Artist at the Body Tempering Ninth Stage, already at the pinnacle among the younger generation of Disciples in the Ye Family.
The Ye Family's annual Family competition was half a month away, and Ye Qing had coveted his position as Young Lord for a long time.
In the past, Ye Nantian had kept him in check, preventing Ye Qing from succeeding.
But now, most of the high-ranking members of the Ye Family already knew about the Su Family's annulment of the engagement.
Even Ye Nantian had no way to allow Ye Wuchen to continue sitting in the Young Lord's position so easily.
If Ye Wuchen could not defeat Ye Qing in this year's Family competition, the Young Lord's position would most likely be snatched by him.
Ye Wuchen did not care if he was the one holding this position, but he did not want to disappoint his foster father.
"Go back and tell Ye Qing, the Family competition is approaching, so don't play such underhanded tricks. If he wants the position of the Young Lord of the Ye Family, let him earn it with his own strength at the Family competition in half a month."
Upon hearing Ye Wuchen tell them to get lost, these people instantly felt as if they had been granted a great pardon and hurriedly tried to leave the place.
"Wait." Suddenly, Ye Wuchen's voice rang out behind them again.
"I don't have much Cultivation resources left either, and I'd like to borrow some from you. You all don't have any objections, right?"
Although the expression on Ye Wuchen's face was smiling, his tone was terrifyingly cold.