The Legendary Son-in-law of the Emperor Chapter 4 - 4 4 Ye Xuan Takes Action, Youwei Awakens

Jiang Jing’s mind was in a state of absolute chaos. She had never imagined that the life and Cultivation of her own daughter would one day depend on this foolish son-in-law.

“Let us step back and give the Master space,” Wu Jingshan prompted while signaling the others to move, adding with profound respect, “Everything now rests in the hands of the Master.”

Upon witnessing this display, a wave of intense jealousy washed over Zhao Yulong. Even in the presence of his father—the Saint Master of the Luotian Sacred Land—Wu Jingshan had never shown such deference. What possible power could this dim-witted Ye Xuan truly possess that would allow him to heal Youwei? Secretly, he hoped for a recovery, if only to fulfill his ambitions of forcing the Emperor Immortal Sect to submit. Once he finished his retreat, he was determined to marry Youwei; a goal supported by the entire Luotian Sacred Land.

While Wu Jingshan, Jiang Jing, and Zhou Bingyi watched Zhou Youwei with bated breath, oblivious to Zhao Yulong’s inner schemes, Ye Xuan gazed upon her stunning, ethereal face. A flicker of tenderness softened his eyes. He raised his right hand, pressing two fingers gently against her forehead, allowing a subtle strand of soul-essence to flow into her body.

Boom. Boom.

It sounded as if a cataclysmic battle was raging within, as the ferocious Power of Intense Sun clashed violently with the frigid Mystic Ice Power. Neither force would yield. Zhou Youwei was like a fragile petal caught in a vortex, moments away from being shredded by the tempest. Had Wu Jingshan attempted to intervene, he would have likely triggered her immediate demise rather than saving her. Ye Xuan, however, remained entirely composed.

In this world, every cultivator possesses a unique physique, usually defined by a single body and soul of varying strength. Yet, rare beings exist with Dual Souls or even Triple Souls. Such individuals either lead wasted lives or ascend to legendary status. His wife, Zhou Youwei, belonged to the former category, possessing both the Mystic Ice Body and the Fiery Sun Body. Over countless ages, Ye Xuan had encountered many such prodigies, and resolving these complications was mere routine for him.

Half an hour elapsed. To the onlookers, Ye Xuan remained as still as a statue, risking the appearance of his past incompetence. “If this actually works, I will eat my own words,” Zhao Yulong thought with a cruel sneer, utterly convinced of failure. He glanced at the visibly anxious Jiang Jing and whispered, “Aunt, do not fret. Even if Youwei loses her entire Cultivation, I, Zhao Yulong, will still take her as my wife.”

Jiang Jing forced a thin, strained smile. “You are very kind, Yulong. We can discuss these things once Youwei recovers.” Even in this critical moment, his self-serving nature was apparent, a fact that drew a look of pure disgust from Wu Jingshan, who burned with the urge to throw the man out.

“It is finished.” Ye Xuan abruptly opened his eyes and withdrew his hand. His face had grown paler, the expenditure of soul power proving taxing. Without another word, he moved to the side, sat down, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

“It is done?” Jiang Jing and Zhou Bingyi rushed to the bedside, desperate to check her condition. Zhao Yulong joined them, sneering to himself as he waited for proof of the fool’s failure. Meanwhile, Wu Jingshan approached Ye Xuan with a bow. “My gratitude for your efforts, Master.” Ye Xuan merely gave a slight nod, offering no reply. Wu Jingshan swallowed his many questions, fearing any disturbance to the Master’s rest, and cast a hopeful glance toward the bed.

Zhou Youwei’s eyelashes fluttered. The sight sent a shock of relief through Wu Jingshan—his respect for the Master deepened further. A divine being, truly, to have solved the impossible conundrum of Dual Souls with such ease. “Youwei?” Jiang Jing called out, her voice thick with emotion. Zhou Bingyi hovered nearby, clinging to a sliver of hope.

Zhao Yulong stared in stunned disbelief. Had the fool actually succeeded? As he looked at Ye Xuan meditating nearby, a sudden sense of dread crept into his heart. His confidence in forcing the Emperor Immortal Sect to submit vanished. This man was far from the incompetent jester he was rumored to be. “Could the rumors about him be entirely wrong?” Zhao Yulong wondered in doubt.

Zhou Youwei slowly opened her eyes. They were luminous and clear, yet clouded by confusion. “Was I not overcome by the madness? Someone must have saved me...” As she awakened, the entire Mystic Ice Cave Mansion seemed to ignite with renewed, vibrant spiritual energy. “Youwei,” Jiang Jing wept, “Oh, thank the heavens you are safe.”

“Mother, sister,” Zhou Youwei whispered with a faint smile. Zhou Bingyi broke into joyful tears. “That man, Ye Xuan, truly pulled you back from the brink.”

“Ye Xuan?” Zhou Youwei asked, puzzled. Zhao Yulong pushed forward, his face molded into a mask of excitement. “Youwei, I was terrified! Thank goodness you are awake; I could not bear to go on without you.”

Zhou Youwei’s gaze turned icy as she looked at him. “Zhao Yulong? Why are you here?” Oblivious or uncaring, he grinned. “I came to propose, truthfully. That Ye Xuan stood in my way during the prince competition, but this time, I will not be denied. Mother, what is your stance on this?”

Jiang Jing hesitated, glancing toward the meditating Ye Xuan. “Yulong, they have been married for a year.”

“Mother,” Zhao Yulong persisted, looking at her with faux-earnestness, “who is the better match for her? Myself, or him?” Jiang Jing struggled for words; by all conventional metrics, Zhao Yulong was superior. Yet, how could she disparage the man who had just resurrected her daughter? “You are a fine man, but I am content with my husband,” Zhou Youwei interjected, her voice soft yet laced with an authority that left no room for argument. “Please, do not disturb us again.”