Chapter 158: The Entire Family Shall Be Buried Together!

The An Family

At this moment, Ye Wenbin was sitting cross-legged in meditation. His chest rose and fell slightly, while a faint sound resembling the surging of ocean waves echoed from within his body, as strands of inner force continuously intersected and converged inside him.

Hoo!

After an unknown passage of time, Ye Wenbin suddenly opened his eyes. His sword-like eyebrows knitted slightly as he muttered to himself, "Strange, why do I constantly feel so restless? The circulation of my inner force always feels somewhat sluggish; what on earth is going on? I should have already stepped into the realm of Yin and Yang. Why, why is it that I am always missing that final step, unable to ever break through into the Yin and Yang realm? Where exactly did the problem lie?!"

"Wenbin?" At that moment, the door to the room was pushed open, and Anran walked in with a radiant smile on her face. "Are you meditating? What's wrong? By the look of your expression, it seems as though things aren't going quite smoothly?"

Upon seeing Anran, Ye Wenbin's expression shifted slightly, though a gentle smile soon surfaced on his face. "It's nothing. I just felt a bit restless, as if something was about to happen!"

A strange, flickering light danced deep within Anran's eyes, yet her face wore a pure and serene smile that made one feel thoroughly at ease. Her melodious voice rang out, "Could it be that the Yin energy I provided for you is insufficient?"

"That's not it!" Ye Wenbin shook his head slightly and said, "This is also my first time utilizing a Pure Yin physique for cultivation. I don't yet understand all the nuances involved. However, I can clearly sense that I have already set foot in the realm of intersecting Yin and Yang. Before long, I will truly step into the Yin and Yang realm. Anran, judging by your complexion, it seems your cultivation has advanced quite a bit?"

"Yes, I have already condensed my illusory elixir," Anran replied with a smile. "I am already at the half-step elixir stage, and all of this is thanks to Young Master Ye's support!"

"That's good then!" Ye Wenbin stared at Anran's delicate and graceful figure. A flash of desire flickered through his pupils before quickly vanishing, replaced once more by a reassuring smile. He continued, "That's of no consequence. In the future, you are destined to be my wife, so my supporting you is only natural."

"Wenbin, being able to meet you in this lifetime is truly Anran's greatest honor!" Anran smiled softly, her face suffused with deep gratitude. "If not for Young Master's patronage, how could the An family ever have reached where it is today? And how could Anran have attained this? Such immense grace and kindness—Anran truly has no way to repay them."

Ye Wenbin smiled and slowly spoke, "Rest assured, wherever there are resources belonging to the Ye family, there will naturally be a share for the An family as well. By the way, has Qiye returned yet?"

"Not yet!" Anran shook her head and smiled as she answered. "He got into a minor conflict with someone, but with Second Brother Wenze around, I presume Qiye won't run into any serious trouble!"

Just as she spoke, Ye Wenbin's cell phone suddenly rang. A thought stirred in his mind, and he hastily pulled out the phone, lowering his voice as he answered, "I am Ye Wenbin."

"Young Master Ye, this is bad! Just now, Young Master Wenze lost a street-racing competition and had all four of his limbs severed by someone. He is currently at the Jiangzhou First People's Hospital. You—you need to come over and see this right away!" The voice on the other end was frantic, clearly fraught with extreme panic.

"What?!" Ye Wenbin sprang to his feet on the spot, an enraged roar erupting from his throat. "What did you say? Say that to me again!"

On the other end of the line, the voice trembled with terror as it spoke in a low tone, "Young Master Wenze's limbs have been severed, and he is currently undergoing emergency surgery in the hospital. Furthermore, his... his genitals have also been... The doctors say they cannot be reattached!"

Boom!

Ye Wenbin exerted a sudden burst of force with his palm, instantly crushing the cell phone into powder.

"What is it?" Anran hurriedly stood up, an expression of astonishment plastered across her face.

The very instant Ye Wenbin looked at Anran, a piercing, frigid killing intent shot from his eyes. An unsettling chill gripped Anran's heart; despite possessing all manner of cleverness, she still felt a spine-chilling cold creep up her back at that moment. She knew all too well that right now, killing her would be effortless for Ye Wenbin—hardly any more difficult than crushing an ant.

The strength of this Ye Wenbin was simply too terrifying, far beyond the realms of what Ye Wenze could achieve. He was an outstanding talent of the younger generation of the Ye family, and destined to be its future successor who would lead the family toward unprecedented glory.

At this moment, Anran truly experienced the terrifying gap in their power. Although she had orchestrated several subtle maneuvers behind Ye Wenbin's back, right now, she was utterly powerless to resist him. Immobilized by fear, she could only stare blankly at Ye Wenbin.

This sensation lasted for mere moments before Ye Wenbin reined in the murderous intent raging in his heart. Even so, his voice remained bone-chillingly cold as he spoke, "Wenze's limbs have been severed, and he's at the hospital now. I'm heading over immediately!"

Anran was slightly startled, a chilly draft fluttering against the clothes on her back. She quickly recovered her wits and said, "Second Brother Wenze had his limbs severed? Th-this... how is that possible?"

Ye Wenbin cast a glance at Anran before speaking coldly, "Enough, I have no time to waste words with you now. I'm going straight to the hospital!"

A thought flashed through Anran's mind. She gently bit her lower lip and murmured, "I'll go with you!"

Ye Wenbin glanced at her once more, then nodded. "Alright."

Jiangzhou First People's Hospital

Ye Wenze's surgery had already concluded—though to call it surgery was rather generous; it was essentially just wrapping his wounds in bandages. His limbs had been utterly destroyed by Chen Feng, leaving zero possibility of reattachment. As for his genitalia, they had been chopped into seven or eight pieces by Chen Feng, who had even cauterized the wounds for good measure. Medically speaking, any hope of successful treatment was virtually nonexistent.

Hiss!

Upon witnessing the wretched state Ye Wenze was in, Ye Wenbin's complexion shifted dramatically. He drew a sharp breath, staring in sheer disbelief at the horrific scene before him, before finally gritting his teeth and demanding, "Who was it? Who on earth did this?"

"Brother!" Hearing Ye Wenbin's voice, Ye Wenze slowly opened his eyes, letting out a heart-rending, soul-shattering cry from his throat. "Avenge me! You must avenge me!"

His piercing, shrill voice sounded as though it wanted to tear the heavens asunder. Though his body was weak from massive blood loss, he actually struggled and forced himself to sit up. Accompanied by his movement, fresh blood began to seep from his severed limbs, while more pooled from his lower body.

"How could this happen?"

Ye Wenbin's voice trembled, and a biting killing intent erupted from his body. Arrogant and haughty as he was, he shared an exceptionally close bond with Ye Wenze. Otherwise, he would never have shared Anran with him. Seeing his own biological younger brother reduced to such a miserable state instantly ignited an overwhelming impulse to kill within Ye Wenbin.

Standing to the side, Anran was also startled. She naturally understood Ye Wenze's arrogance and conceit, and she was well aware of just how terrifying his combat prowess was. Unlike her, who possessed only inner strength without actual martial arts techniques, his strength was formidable to the extreme. Yet a person of such caliber had been beaten into this wretched state.

Nearby, a disciple of the Ye family quickly stepped forward and recounted the entire sequence of events.

"Chen Feng?" Anran froze in place. She had assumed she would never hear that name again for the rest of her life. Never in her wildest dreams had she expected to hear Chen Feng's name once more under such circumstances.

"Are you certain it was Chen Feng?" Anran could not help asking again.

"Yes!" The Ye family disciple, clearly aware of Anran's identity, quickly replied, "I even have a photograph of him right here!"

As he spoke, the disciple hastily pulled out his phone. Anran cast a swift glance at the screen. The person depicted was none other than Chen Feng! Although his demeanor appeared somewhat more steadfast than it had two months prior, and his facial features had undergone the slightest of changes, Anran recognized his identity at the very first glance.

Anran had kept the fellow who had snatched away her title of top scorer in the national college entrance examination firmly engraved in her heart. Moreover, this very same person had once humiliated An Qye mercilessly in front of a vast crowd. By nature, Anran was not someone who forgot grudges easily.

"It really is him?" Anran felt it was utterly surreal. She had met Chen Feng before and knew he was quite capable in a fight, but that Chen Feng could beat Ye Wenze into such a state was something she found utterly impossible to believe. The gap in their strength had simply been too vast.

Naturally, Anran could not possibly know that Chen Feng had achieved the top score in the national college entrance exams, earned an abundance of achievement points, injected himself with the perfect-version super soldier serum, and extracted a multitude of abilities. In a remarkably short span of time, his power had undergone a world-shaking transformation.

"This brat!" Ye Wenbin snatched the phone away, a piercing killing intent flashing in his eyes. "Is it him?"

Even as he spoke, the pressure in Ye Wenbin's grip steadily increased. The phone instantly began to deform in his grasp; the screen shattered, and Chen Feng's photograph began to break apart into tiny pieces.

"Young Master Ye?" The Ye family disciple swallowed hard and spoke with a trembling voice, "We looked into it... this brat is backed by the Lu family."

"The Lu family?" With a final squeeze of Ye Wenbin's fingers, the entire phone was crushed into dust. A cold sneer escaped his lips as he continued, "If it were the main branch of the Lu family, I might hesitate to cross paths with their vanguard. But a mere discarded abandoned child of the Lu family thinks he is qualified to clamor before me?"

Saying this, Ye Wenbin sneered coldly and spoke with casual indifference, "Prepare the car immediately. I am going to the Lu family, and I will make the entire family of that discarded Lu scion pay with their lives!"