Extra: Luo Yudie (Part 2)

Originally, the sword unleashed by the Black-Clothed Man was incredibly sharp and powerful, capable of shattering anything.

But to his surprise, the Young man reached out and directly gathered the Sword Qi, shrinking it to about a foot long, where it pulsed like a small snake in his palm.

Then, with a gentle squeeze, the Sword Qi dissipated, turning into countless scattered light particles that vanished.

“This…”

Seeing this, the Black-Clothed Man’s eyes flashed with immense shock.

He was very clear about his Cultivation and knew how powerful that sword strike was, yet he never dreamed it would be casually nullified by someone’s grab. What kind of strength was needed to achieve that?

“Who… who are you?”

The Young man chuckled playfully, “Want to know? Then go ask Lord Yama!”

After speaking, he flicked his finger, and a sharp palm wind shot directly towards the Black-Clothed Man’s chest.

The Black-Clothed Man’s expression was grim. Knowing the opponent’s powerful Cultivation, he dared not be negligent. The long sword in his hand burst forth with dazzling Sword Qi, and he met the attack with all his might.

His intention was that since the assassination had failed, he should escape as quickly as possible.

This guy was indeed experienced in combat. He wanted to block the opponent’s finger wind and then use the recoil to quickly escape the area.

The idea was beautiful, but reality was cruel. His sword, with its Sword Qi like a rainbow, had no resistance whatsoever against the opponent’s finger wind.

There was a fundamental difference in quality between the two, as if a large, powerful cotton ball, no matter how big or forceful, could not resist the penetration of a steel needle.

The finger wind pierced through his shoulder, even creating a hole through his long sword, and then, with undiminished force, directly pierced through his chest.

“Ugh…”

The Black-Clothed Man’s eyes widened suddenly, filled with unwillingness. He never imagined that the opponent could be so incredibly powerful.

But the Young man didn't even give him a chance to speak, flicking his finger again, shattering the overflowing Primordial Spirit into dust.

All of this happened in a flash, almost in the blink of an eye, the Black-Clothed Man was killed on the spot.

Luo Yudie, who had already prepared herself for death, heard the unusual commotion, opened her eyes, and instantly froze, as if petrified by a body-fixing spell.

A moment later, her lips trembled, overwhelmingly excited, her body uncontrollably shaking.

“Little brother, is that you? You came back for me, didn’t you? I still have a chance, don’t I?”

“Ah?”

The Young man, having dealt with the Black-Clothed Man, had just turned around when he saw her in this state and heard her words, utterly bewildered.

“Little brother, take me away, I’ll go with you…”

Luo Yudie lunged forward, throwing herself into the Young man’s embrace, her arms tightly wrapped around him, her voice trembling, tears streaming down her face.

“Uh!”

The Young man was startled and quickly pushed her away, “Aunt Luo, are you injured, or did that guy cast an illusion on you?”

“Aunt Luo!”

These three words were like a divine thunder from the heavens, or a bucket of cold water poured over her head, instantly bringing Luo Yudie back to her senses.

This absolutely couldn't be Ye Bufan; that man would only call her 'Elder Sister,' never 'Auntie.' Had she made a mistake?

The moment she sobered up, she retreated as if shocked by electricity.

Upon closer inspection of the Young man in front of her, she finally realized that although his build and appearance were ninety percent similar to Ye Bufan, he was ultimately not that man.

It turned out she had just made a huge blunder, which made Luo Yudie’s cheeks instantly flush with shame.

“Who… who are you?”

“I am Ye Qingdi. My father is Ye Bufan, and my mother is Gong Qingxuan.”

It turned out this Young man was one of the former twins, Ye Bufan’s son, Ye Qingdi.

“This…”

Hearing that this was that man's son, and that she had just been so out of control and even hugged him, Luo Yudie was so mortified she wished she could just dig a hole and disappear.

It was simply too embarrassing.

“Aunt Luo, how are you? Are you alright? Was it because I acted too late, and you were ambushed by that guy?”

Ye Qingdi looked at Luo Yudie with a puzzled expression, but found nothing amiss.

“I… I’m fine. It was just too unexpected. I really didn’t think his son would have grown so big…”

Luo Yudie was a bit flustered, and also felt a little bitter.

Back then, she chose Jubao Pavilion. Although she had now built a commercial Empire, what did it matter? He even had a son.

If she had chosen another path back then, would her own son also be this old by now?

As a business queen, her psychological fortitude was excellent. She quickly adjusted her emotions and emerged from the awkwardness.

“Um… Qingdi, where’s your father? Why didn’t he come?”

“You mean him? He’s swamped right now. Besides my mother, he has twenty-seven other aunts. Do you think he’s busy or not?”

Ye Qingdi said this with a look of lingering fear, “Father is too miserable. I definitely can’t be like him in the future.”

“Uh… twenty-eight…”

Although Luo Yudie was mentally prepared, knowing that excellent men were never short of women, she was still shocked by this number.

Ye Qingdi had no experience with women and didn't notice her unusual reaction. He continued, “My mother and the remaining aunts have agreed that someone will be with my father every day, the goal being to keep an eye on him and ensure he doesn’t expand the quota anymore.

Otherwise, if it’s a leap year with a leap month, he wouldn’t even get a turn once a month…”

“This…”

Hearing these words, Luo Yudie’s heart was filled with mixed emotions.

So many women had made the right choice, and she had indeed chosen wrongly.

The crucial point was that, according to this, she would no longer have any chance in the future; it would even be difficult to see Ye Bufan.

Seeing her crestfallen expression, Ye Qingdi asked, “Aunt Luo, what’s wrong?”

“I’m fine.”

Luo Yudie shook her head, “Qingdi, why did you come to me? Is there something you need?”

“There is something.”

Ye Qingdi scratched his head, “I want to learn business from Aunt Luo.”

“Learn business?”

Luo Yudie was stunned for a moment, “Why? Shouldn’t you focus on Cultivating?”

“I don’t have much Aptitude for Cultivating, and I don’t really like it. I still prefer business.”

As soon as Ye Qingdi spoke, Luo Yudie looked at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage expert lying dead on the ground, utterly speechless.

In his twenties, he casually killed a Tribulation Transcendence Stage Cultivator with one slap. Your family calls that 'no Aptitude'?

In fact, he was right. The second generation of the entire Ye family was filled with Prodigies. Compared to his Heaven-Defying siblings, Ye Qingdi only had average Aptitude.

For example, his twin brother, Ye Qinghuang, was already a Yuansheng Stage expert, while he was only at the Yuandi Stage, which was a great blow to his confidence.

Coupled with his strong interest in business, he insisted on pursuing it.

Ye Bufan had no strict requirements for his children's development; he let them do as they pleased, so he naturally wouldn't stop him.

However, he felt that staying at the Immortal Chamber of Commerce as a Crown Prince was meaningless, so he recommended him to Luo Yudie.

“Aunt Luo, I can be your assistant and also work as a free bodyguard. How does that sound?”

Ye Qingdi was full of anticipation. Normally, the Kunlun Continent could not withstand a Chaos Yuandi.

However, he was different from ordinary Cultivators. His family’s secret technique could suppress his own strength, and when he acted, he could condense Chaotic Origin Energy into a single point, making it extremely powerful yet without causing spatial collapse.

“Alright!”

Luo Yudie nodded, but sighed inwardly.

Ye Bufan sending his son here was actually sending a signal, telling her there was no need to wait any longer, and that there was no longer any possibility between them.

But facts are facts, and emotions are emotions. Could she still accept another man?

At this moment, Stephen Chow’s famous line echoed in her mind again: “Once, there was a sincere love placed before me, but I did not cherish it. Only when I lost it did I feel endless regret. There is no greater pain in the world than this…”

[Extra chapter coming!]