"Madam, what's wrong?"
Hearing the sound of a dicine bowl shattering, Ye Ao on the bed also looked over.
But after looking over, that figure beca as stiff as Xia Wei, unable to move.
Because the figure at the doorway, smiling, was far too familiar to him, a person unforgettable in life.
"Mother, Father!"
Ye Chen looked at his beautiful mother in front of him, then at his father sick on the bed not far away. Even with the calm mindset that could face threats from the emperor clans without wavering, a great wave was stirred in him in the presence of his dearest parents.
"Chen'er, is it really you?" Xia Wei looked at her son's figure in front of her, reaching out with a trembling hand, yet afraid this wasn't real, her hand quivered.
But Ye Chen reached out and grabbed her hand, the warmth and strength made Xia Wei realize this was real, not an illusion.
"My son, my dearest Chen'er, you have finally co back."
Xia Wei couldn't help but rush forward to hug Ye Chen, holding his hand and caressing his face, still the sa as before, just more mature. The familiar bloodline beneath the flesh gave her a sense of peace, smiling as tears flowed; these were tears of overwhelming joy.
He forever rembered when his son led their entire family and the people of Luofeng City away from the Tiandu Continent, entering the King's Ancient Road to battle invaders, leaving for many years without returning.
Until one year, a group claiming to be from the Heavenly and Myriads of Realms family arrived, taking their branch from the small town, unwilling to leave but had to go, completely leaving the small town of Luofeng City where he was born and raised.
Xia Wei thought they would never et again in this lifeti, but didn't expect fate to be so miraculous.
Ye Ao on the bed was also extrely excited, but being a man, his eyes reddened, and tears glimred faintly as he said, "Madam, why are you standing there stunned, quickly bring Chen'er in, sit down; there's plenty of ti to talk slowly."
"Yes, yes, plenty of ti to talk slowly." Xia Wei realized, looked at her son, and smiled: "Mother was out of sorts, co and sit down first, I'll pour you so tea."
But Ye Chen suddenly knelt on the ground, heavily kowtowing to his parents, thump, thump, echoing: "Your child has returned."
The Combat Saint King kneels not to heaven, nor earth, only bows to emperors, but kneels before his parents, no matter how great he becos; this is true filial piety.
"Child, what are you doing? Get up quickly." Xia Wei hurriedly pulled at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen remained kneeling, saying: "Father, Mother, it's this unfilial child who has been away, but I swear, it will never happen again, I will stay by your side forever."
"Good, good, good."
The couple was deeply moved, Xia Wei pulled Ye Chen to stand, Ye Ao wanted to get out of bed, but a violent cough spattered blood from his lips, yet he insisted on getting up.
But Ye Chen strode to the bed, held his father's shoulders and said: "Father, let check your injuries."
As he looked at the familiar yet stern, pale face on the bed, Ye Chen's heart ached, and boundless anger welled up inside.
Who dared to harm his father? Surely courting death?
But his expression remained unchanged, grabbing his father's wrist, Ye Ao patted Ye Chen's hand and chuckled: "Child, don't worry, Father is fine, just accidentally injured, nothing serious."
But Ye Chen's face grew darker step by step, as if shrouded in boundless shadow.
Because in an instant of probing, he not only felt his father's injuries, so internal wounds were actually simple. For soone like Ye Ao, who had reached the Demigod Realm with his Primordial Spirit as the base, physical wounds were not much concern.
But on his Primordial Spirit, there was a clear malicious curse, clinging to the Primordial Spirit, not only difficult to extinguish but constantly eroding it.
If it weren't for years in the Ye Family's blessed cultivation environnt allowing him to reach the Divinity Transformation Realm, he would have died long ago. But even so, half the Primordial Spirit had been eroded.
The degree of erosion would completely consu his Primordial Spirit in just a few years, leaving Ye Ao truly beyond salvation.
Ye Chen was filled with infinite rage—who acted so villainously, daring to curse and erode the Primordial Spirit so?
But he did not ask; the first priority was to extract the curse from Ye Ao and heal his injuries.
Boom—
Ye Chen directly activated the God King Revival Technique, displaying a Supre Healing Secret Technique, flooding Ye Ao's body with Divine Light, instantly causing his flesh to glow, his wounds to fully heal internally.
And the endless Divine Light enveloped his Primordial Spirit, directly extracting the wisp of black curse power, quickly restoring the Primordial Spirit.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Ao completely recovered from his injuries, this scene leaving him utterly astounded, like witnessing a Divine Miracle.
He knew his son was powerful, already surpassing him on the Tiandu Continent, but didn't expect such greatness.
Ye Ao imdiately rose from bed, feeling his entire body brimming with endless energy, Divine Power flowing effortlessly, reversing all previous lethargy.
But Ye Chen did not stop, further infusing a trace of Combat Saint Body Essence Blood into his father.
He didn't give too much, fearing Ye Ao couldn't handle it.
But even that trace caused Ye Ao's whole body to radiate golden light, expelling black impurities, his Cultivation surging astonishingly, directly leaping from the Fifth Layer Heaven to the Seventh Layer Heaven Super Divinity Transformation Realm.
This delighted Ye Ao infinitely, not only fully recovering from his injuries but becoming stronger.
Xia Wei, seeing her husband recover, was also filled with delight.
"Mother, you co too." Ye Chen led Xia Wei by the hand, feeling her once tender white hand now wrinkled, pained, he sent a surge of Golden Blood Qi into her, thoroughly cleansing her body, even more potently than washing marrow and muscles.
Black, foul-slling impurities were expelled, imdiately making her appear more refined and radiant, her pale complexion restored with rosiness, even erasing crow's feet, making her look much younger and prettier.
Her son's return, her husband's recovery, a rejuvenated self, Xia Wei was very happy.
At this ti, a knock sounded, a voice calling from outside: "Master, Madam, the elder requests your presence and the young master's in the main hall, waiting for you."
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