Chapter 59

Chapter 59

The steward, seeing how much pain the old matriarch was in, became convinced that Ye Fengyun intended to harm her. Without hesitation, he charged at Ye Fengyun, swinging a fist at his back. This punch was the culmination of ten years’ worth of martial prowess—strong enough to shatter a beam, fatal to any ordinary person unfortunate enough to be struck. Yet, when the steward’s fist landed on Ye Fengyun, it was as if he’d hit a steel plate. Instantly, a powerful, tumultuous force surged out from Ye Fengyun, sending the steward flying.

With a loud crash, the steward smashed through the door and landed in the corridor. At that moment, the old matriarch’s eldest son, Lin Ye, returned. Witnessing the steward propelled out of the room, he was stunned.

“Sir, what—?” asked a man in traditional attire beside Lin Ye, confusion in his eyes.

“Master Yun, please wait a moment. It seems something has happened within the family. Forgive the disturbance,” Lin Ye said hurriedly, striding into the old matriarch’s room. He found Ye Fengyun chanting over the matriarch’s bed, and was taken aback.

Could this young man also know ritual magic? Was he countering the spell cast by the person I hired? This must not be allowed!

“Big brother, that boy is trying to harm the matriarch!” The steward struggled to his feet, clutching his chest.

Old Yun, seeing that everyone was misunderstanding Ye Fengyun, quickly spoke up, “Sir, you’re mistaken. Little Ye—”

“Master Yun, this is a family matter. If you interfere, even as a renowned physician, I won’t be polite,” Lin Ye said coldly, advancing toward Ye Fengyun.

At that moment, Master Yun pulled him back. “Sir, this young man is likely a martial artist as well—his strength is not to be underestimated. Let me handle this.”

Old Yun’s expression changed drastically. He knew this man well; back when he was still part of the family, he often saw Master Yun practicing martial arts in the clan. His skills were profound—he could defeat ten men at once in his youth. If he intervened, Ye Fengyun would be in grave danger.

“Sir, about this matter—” Old Yun tried to explain, but Lin Ye silenced him at once.

“Enough! Master Yun, save my mother!”

Master Yun nodded and rushed toward Ye Fengyun, striking with his palm. Unlike ordinary martial artists, his external skills were unmatched, and he had already cultivated internal energy. His confidence was supreme; he believed no one in Yunchuan City could rival him, so he didn’t use his full strength.

Unexpectedly, as his palm approached, he was unable to get even close to Ye Fengyun—his internal energy radiated from Ye’s body, forming an invisible barrier. No matter how hard he tried, he could not breach the one-centimeter gap between his palm and Ye Fengyun.

“It seems I underestimated you,” Master Yun muttered, furrowing his brow. He summoned all his strength, combining internal energy with external force, and attacked Ye Fengyun with full power.

Ye Fengyun, fully absorbed in his incantation, paid no mind to Master Yun, leaving himself vulnerable.

With a resounding impact, Master Yun’s palm struck Ye Fengyun’s back. Ye’s body shuddered.

Master Yun withdrew his hand, brimming with confidence, and reported to Lin Ye, “Sir, with that blow, even if he doesn’t die, he’ll be crippled for life.”

Lin Ye nodded grimly. “Thank you, Master Yun. I want every family with designs on my mother to know—anyone who dares lay a hand on her will be ruined, even if they survive!”

Just as Master Yun began to speak triumphantly, Ye Fengyun’s body shuddered again. Suddenly, a surge of force erupted from within him—a protective function of his internal energy, expelling all the energy Master Yun had injected.

Master Yun sensed the backlash too late. The force struck his chest, causing him to cough up blood uncontrollably.

With a violent spurt, blood sprayed forth.