Chapter 32: Senior Sister, Isn't This a Bit Inappropriate?

“What on earth is going on with Ye Tian?” Though he had been left standing in place, Chen Mufeng was no longer angry. Instead, he racked his brain over everything that had just occurred.

Everyone knew that Yang Yiqiu was the very epitome of aloofness—she was ice-cold and untouchable. Not even the sons of the three great families, nor the scions of the capital’s powerful clans, had ever managed to add her contact information. And yet this Ye Tian—could it really be that just knowing him was enough to make the goddess herself act with such initiative?

There had to be something fishy here!

“I have no idea either,” Yin Huijuan replied with a wry smile. Her heart had already gone cold. The matchmaking she had so looked forward to today had fallen through, and the alliance she had pinned her hopes on had turned to dust.

“Wait, didn’t Yang Yiqiu say that Ye Tian made the news? Go and check it,” suggested Madam Li, pulling out her phone. She opened the weekly news feed for Zhongdu City.

There, pinned to the top and blazingly red-hot, was the headline: “Tang Zhen’guo in critical condition in Zhongdu; Ye Tian, former young master of the Ye family, returns and brings the dead back to life!” “Worthy of the title, Zhongdu’s number one divine physician—Ye Tian!” “When the King of Hell calls you to die at midnight, Ye Tian lets you live till dawn!” “With Tang Zhen’guo as his supporter, will Ye Tian rise from the ashes?”

A string of headlines, each accompanied by various videos, crashed over Yin Huijuan and Chen Mufeng like a tidal wave, overwhelming their fragile hearts.

From the flood of news, they distilled one crucial fact.

“Ye—Ye Tian saved Old Master Tang!” the aunt and nephew blurted out in unison, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Chen Mufeng was stunned. He had only just returned from abroad and come straight here from the airport; he had no idea that something so earth-shattering had happened in Zhongdu. Old Master Tang had been on the brink of death, had even stopped breathing, yet Ye Tian had revived him with only a few silver needles. Was this news or a fantasy drama? Even television wouldn’t dare write such a plot!

“Auntie, aren’t you in Zhongdu? How did you not know about something this big?” Chen Mufeng asked.

“I was at home looking after your Uncle Li. I haven’t had time for the news,” Yin Huijuan replied awkwardly. She wasn’t young anymore, and had never been one for phones or watching the news.

“It’s over. It’s all over…” Chen Mufeng’s legs gave out and he collapsed to the floor, his face draining of color.

Tang Zhen’guo—what kind of person was he? A single word from him could shake the nation. And Ye Tian was now his savior.

What kind of fool had Chen Mufeng been, daring to compete with such a man for a woman, and even making snide remarks right in front of him?

To put it simply, if Ye Tian wanted him dead, even a hundred lives wouldn’t be enough, and the Chen family couldn’t save him!

And it wasn’t just Chen Mufeng. Even Yin Huijuan, once she came to her senses, turned as pale as a ghost. Fear filled her heart, but what she felt even more was endless regret.

She was a fool—an utter fool! She had turned her nose up at such an extraordinary son-in-law as Ye Tian, insisting instead on this Chen family boy. Worse still, she had spoken so many biting, sarcastic words right to Ye Tian’s face. She had probably already driven him to the breaking point.

“No, I need to fix this, I must fix this! I’ll call Qingqing right now!” Suddenly struck by an idea, Yin Huijuan frantically pulled out her phone and dialed her daughter.

“Auntie, what are you—” Chen Mufeng began.

“Out! This has nothing to do with you!” she snapped.

…

At the street corner, Li Muqing followed closely behind Ye Tian for some time before finally daring to speak. “Are you still angry?”

“Why would I be angry?” Ye Tian glanced back at her.

The girl hung her head and murmured, “My mother said such awful things. Aren’t you angry?”

“I am. But it has nothing to do with you. There’s no need to act so guilty,” Ye Tian replied, smiling as he reached out to ruffle her hair.

“But she’s my mother.”

“Your mother isn’t you. There’s no need to trouble yourself over it.”

After a long silence, Ye Tian finally spoke again. “Actually, your mother isn’t wrong. Right now, I have no home, no backing. If you were with me, you’d live a life even harder than wandering the streets. You might as well marry Chen Mufeng.”

“You’re shameless! Who said I wanted to be with you…” Li Muqing’s cheeks flushed red. She had never once said she liked Ye Tian—much less anything about staying with him.

He laughed lightly. “I’m just making a point.” With hands tucked into his suit pockets, he continued, “So, give me a little time. It won’t be long before everyone will have to raise their heads and look up to me.”

…

After sending Li Muqing home, Ye Tian returned to his hotel and called Gu Qingcheng.

“Hello, Senior Sister? I’d like to ask for your help.”

He had made up his mind: tonight, he would have his senior sister suppress the Dragon Heart for him. Even if she could only control a tenth of its power, that would be enough for him to break his shackles and advance from the peak of Mount Tai Realm to the Northern Dipper Realm!

By then, throughout Zhongdu, there would be no one who could stand against him.

With such power, sweeping through the three great families would be effortless.

But from the other end of the line came just two words: “No money!”

Ye Tian was speechless.

“I don’t want to borrow money. I want you to help me suppress the Dragon Heart,” he said awkwardly. Sometimes he truly couldn’t understand his senior sister’s train of thought.

“Oh, suppressing the Dragon Heart is simple. What’s your room number? I’ll come over right away.”

She hung up. Not long after, Gu Qingcheng knocked at his door.

She was still dressed in that pink palace dress, a bottle of 96-proof “Aqua Vitae” in her hand, her cheeks flushed as she strode in.

“Junior Brother, your dear sister is here~” Without another word, she plopped herself down at the edge of his bed, handed him the bottle reeking of strong alcohol.

“I don’t drink,” Ye Tian frowned. Wasn’t she supposed to help him suppress the Dragon Heart? How could she circulate her energy if she was drunk? His senior sister was just too erratic.

“You don’t drink? Then are you going to sit there, stone-cold sober, and watch me take off all my clothes? I won’t have that!”

Take off her clothes?

Staring at her flirtatious, tipsy expression, Ye Tian was dumbfounded.

“Why do you have to undress?”

“Of course I have to undress! Didn’t Master ever tell you? To suppress the true dragon’s blood within you, you have to do this…” Gu Qingcheng hiccuped, then clapped three times.

“And then, I can give you—give you my pure Yin essence in exchange!”

“What?” Ye Tian was completely stunned.

Master had never said anything like that—never!

Before he left the mountain, he’d thought his senior sisters had all mastered some mysterious technique, something like the Seventh Master’s Frost Soul Art, which only required circulating energy to suppress his blood.

He never expected it would be so blunt and straightforward…

Recalling that last day on the mountain, and that incident with the Seventh Master, Ye Tian felt his scalp crawl.

Could it be that his masters wanted him to find all seven senior sisters… just to do that with each of them?