C5 He Could Not Forget It His Father Had Lost His Arm

The sound was soft but abrupt, catching Ye Feilong and the two brothers behind him off guard, causing them to pause momentarily in surprise.

Ye Feilong gazed at the man before him, bewildered, and said, "Uncle Kun, what's so amusing... Oh, oh, you don't seriously think I came here just to play, do you?"

"Hmph!"

Uncle Kun, whose real name was Ye Yikun, appeared significantly older than Ye Qizheng, who stood watch at the main gate. Judging by his white hair and deep wrinkles, he was well into his nineties. Despite his age, his rank was lower than Ye Qizheng's, hence Ye Feilong addressed Ye Qizheng as 'uncle' and him as 'Uncle Kun'.

Ye Yikun huffed, "You should stay away from here in the future. We don't welcome useless people. If you cause trouble here again, I won't be polite, even if your father is the clan leader."

"Useless?"

Ye Feilong's eyebrows shot up as he retorted, "Do you really think I'm here idly flipping through books because my dantian is destroyed? What if I told you I have a photographic memory? Despite flipping quickly, I've actually memorized the entire contents of all the secret manuals, including those on medicinal herbs and alchemy. Would you believe that?"

"Photographic memory?" The other two men's eyes gleamed with interest.

Ye Yikun scoffed, "So, you got beaten up, your dantian was ruined, and suddenly you've developed a photographic memory?"

"Watch your words."

The other two elders were quick to chide Ye Yikun, finding his remarks unbecoming of an elder.

A sharp glint flashed in Ye Feilong's eyes, but he refrained from retorting. Instead, he began reciting a cultivation technique verbatim – the very one Ye Yikun practiced.

"What are you implying?" Ye Yikun demanded.

Without responding, Ye Feilong turned to the other two elders and flawlessly recited their respective cultivation techniques. He then proceeded to recite various martial skills, and after covering a significant portion, he tackled the most challenging task of memorizing the details of medicinal herbs and alchemy. Once finished, he smiled and said, "Never mind, I won't recite any further. If any of you three still doubt me, pick any secret manual, and I'll recite it for you."

The three elders stood there, completely stunned.

Ye Feihua and Ye Feihui wore looks of utter disbelief.

Did he truly have a photographic memory?

"If there's no need for a spot check, I'll be on my way."

Ye Feilong began to walk away.

But as he took a step, Ye Yikun, who had just come to his senses, let out a scornful laugh and said, "What good does memorizing them do? A cripple who knows a bunch of secret manuals is still a cripple..."

"Ye Yikun!"

The two elders interjected sharply, clearly thinking Ye Yikun had crossed the line.

Ye Feilong turned to face him.

"So, you think I'm finished, and that gives Ye Feiling a shot at becoming the Patriarch? Is that why you're so biased?"

With a swift step forward, Ye Feilong leaned in close, his eyes narrowing with a chilling glint as he confronted Ye Yikun. "Apart from exploiting your age, what gives you the right to laugh at me? If I respect you, I'll call you uncle. If I don't, you're nothing to me!"

"You..."

Ye Yikun, shaking with rage, threw a punch.

Ye Feilong, anticipating the move, countered with a punch of his own.

Their fists met with a thunderous impact.

Ye Feilong's whole body shook, the chair beneath him splintering into pieces as he fell to the ground, his face etched with astonishment. He hadn't expected Ye Feilong to possess such formidable strength after his dantian was destroyed.

"Even without a dantian, I'm not someone you can bully, you crooked old dog. Got it?"

Ye Feilong turned and strode away, his steps firm and unyielding. "Someone like you, without strength or virtue, has no right to guard the Martial Hall."

The three elders watched, their expressions blank with shock.

Descending the second floor, they exited the Martial Hall.

Just as they stepped outside, a person burst in, face etched with urgency.

"Brother Feiling, no..."

Ye Feihua and Ye Feihui, still processing Ye Feilong's recent display, mistook the newcomer for an attacker. Instinctively, they shouted a warning and sprang into action, ready to defend Ye Feilong from harm.

"It's me."

The newcomer hastily backed away.

"Uncle Shan?"

Ye Feilong recognized the visitor and was somewhat surprised.

Ye Yishan, his uncle, was known for his steady demeanor in handling affairs, yet now he appeared anxious and panicked.

"You're indeed here. Come quickly, we need to get to the Medical Hall; your father has had an accident."

Upon recognizing Ye Feilong, Ye Yishan grabbed his arm and started running with him.

"The Patriarch is in trouble?"

Ye Feihui, Ye Feigui, and Ye Qizheng, who were standing guard at the door, were all taken aback.

Then Ye Qicheng urged Ye Feifu and Ye Feigui, "What are you dawdling for? Hurry to the Medical Hall and find out what's happened."

"Right away."

Ye Feifu and Ye Feigui hurried off.

...

"Feilong has arrived."

"The Young Patriarch is here; he seems to have recovered quite well."

"What good is recovery when his dantian is destroyed? That's the most severe injury."

"Without the dantian, he's useless. Might as well be dead."

The serious injury of the Patriarch was a major concern for the entire Ye family. A crowd had gathered at the entrance of the Medical Hall, and their expressions were a mix of emotions upon seeing Ye Feilong arrive with Ye Yishan.

Ye Feilong and Ye Yishan made their way into the Medical Hall.

Inside the innermost room, there was a loud commotion, as if a heated argument was taking place. As Ye Yishan and Ye Feilong appeared at the doorway, the room fell silent.

The Great Elder, Ye Yihai, along with a dozen elders and core members of the Ye family, were present. Some faces still showed traces of anger, while others looked at Ye Feilong with concern or indifference.

In addition to the elders, many young direct descendants of the family were present. Ye Feiling was among them, giving Ye Feilong a cold, mocking smile.

Ye Feilong approached the bedside.

Ye Yinian was lying there.

Standing beside the bed was Ye Yishan, who was responsible for the Medical Hall.

"Father..."

Ye Feilong stepped forward.

Ye Yinian's face was ashen, his right arm missing, clearly severed at the shoulder. Despite the wound being dressed with a thick layer of gauze, blood continued to seep through.

Ye Feilong gazed at his father's pallid face and the bleeding stump of his arm, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

His soul had fused with that of Ye Feilong, and they had become one entity, indistinguishable from each other. Thus, his bond with this father was as deep as with his parents on Earth.

"It's a relief to see you're alright."

Ye Yinian, upon seeing Ye Feilong standing before him, full of vigor, managed a smile on his pale face. Although surprised by his son's rapid recovery, he refrained from questioning it.

The well-being of his son was paramount. As a father, his children's health was always his foremost concern.

The ability to cultivate was of lesser importance; being alive was what truly mattered.

Ye Yishan looked on with a hint of astonishment.

Ye Feilong had been carried home, and Ye Yishan was the first to examine him, so he was acutely aware of the extent of Ye Feilong's injuries. Logically, it was impressive that Ye Feilong could even leave his bed, but to see him so full of life, seemingly unscathed, was truly astonishing.

Ye Feilong hadn't given much thought to his physical state. After his rebirth, his dantian was intact, and his body showed no signs of the severe injuries recalled in his soul's memory.

With a gentle touch to the edge of his father's amputated arm, Ye Feilong's eyes blazed with an intense ferocity, reminiscent of the most fearsome wolf. In a deep voice, he demanded, "Who did this?"