Invincible Soul Emperor

A deep sense of despair washed over Ye Qingchen. Despite all his efforts, he had not only failed to avenge his mother, but his fiancée had also just been abducted.

Ye Qingchen couldn’t accept this reality. Although his body was on the verge of collapse, he forced himself up and tried to chase after the Saint Heir’s Spirit Boat. But how could a Spirit Boat used by the Saint Heir be an ordinary vessel? In the blink of an eye, it vanished from everyone’s sight.

Still, Ye Qingchen continued to run in the direction the Spirit Boat had gone. Even though he could no longer see any trace of it, he had already resolved to rescue Qin Yue, even if it cost him his life.

Seeing his desperate state, the spectators on the high platform felt a pang of pity and leaped down, trying to stop him.

Finally, Ye Qingchen could hold on no longer. His vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Liang Fei immediately rushed over, hoisted Ye Qingchen onto his back, and sprinted toward Chen Yue Pavilion.

Inside Chen Yue Pavilion, everyone watched anxiously as Pill King Xi treated Ye Qingchen’s injuries. Tears streamed down Ye Changqing’s face. If anything were to happen to Ye Qingchen, he wouldn’t know how to face his deceased wife. Qin Zhantian stood beside him, constantly offering words of comfort, though he himself was deeply disturbed by Qin Yue’s abduction.

At this moment, Pill King Xi stopped his treatment, stood up, and carefully laid Ye Qingchen flat on the bed.

Liang Xiong hurried over, grabbing Pill King Xi’s hand. ”Pill King Xi, how is Mister Ye?”

Pill King Xi simply shook his head, and the color drained from everyone’s faces. Could it be that even a seventh-rank Pill King was helpless?

Seeing their expressions, Pill King Xi quickly explained, ”Mister Ye’s physical injuries are not serious. His collapse was caused by extreme emotional distress. As the old saying goes, ’a disease of the heart requires a medicine for the heart.’ This is beyond the scope of my medical arts.”

Ye Changqing wiped the tears from his eyes and asked with a trembling voice, ”Pill King Xi, when will Qingchen wake up?”

Pill King Xi glanced at Ye Qingchen on the bed and replied, ”I estimate he’ll awaken by tomorrow morning at the latest. Someone must stay with him today. I’m afraid Mister Ye might do something impulsive upon waking.”

Everyone agreed with Xi Jianwei’s assessment. The memory of Ye Qingchen’s frantic expression as he chased the Spirit Boat was still fresh in their minds. If he woke up and immediately tried to find Qin Yue again in his current condition, provoking the Saint Heir would be suicide.

They all voiced their willingness to stay and watch over Ye Qingchen. Seeing their resolve, Xi Jianwei could only shake his head helplessly before leaving the room. After all, with Ye Qingchen out of commission, he still had to manage the business of Chen Yue Pavilion.

Inside the room, the group waited with bated breath, their eyes fixed on Ye Qingchen. Sometime late in the night, his fingers twitched. The ever-attentive Liang Xiong noticed it immediately and moved to the bedside, with the others quickly gathering around.

A moment later, Ye Qingchen’s eyes slowly fluttered open. He looked around in a daze, his mind a blank. Then, an excruciating pain tore through his body, slowly pulling him back to full consciousness.

After regaining his senses, Ye Qingchen’s first instinct wasn’t to check on his injuries but to struggle to get out of bed, mumbling deliriously, ”Yue’er... Yue’er, I have to save Yue’er!”

”Qingchen! Lie down and don’t move! Your injuries haven’t healed yet,” Ye Changqing said, his eyes welling with tears as he gently pressed Ye Qingchen back onto the bed.

Qin Zhantian sighed and added, ”Qingchen, Qin Yue won’t be in any immediate danger. If you want to save her, you must wait until you’ve recovered. In your current state, even if you managed to reach the Central Region, could you really save her?” While his words were meant to comfort Ye Qingchen, Qin Zhantian was inwardly quite gratified. Seeing how deeply Ye Qingchen cares for my granddaughter, how can I, as her grandfather, not feel assured?

Liang Xiong, his son, Li Qingfeng, and the others also chimed in with words of reassurance. Ye Qingchen’s struggles gradually subsided, but his eyes were now intensely bloodshot as he fought to suppress the storm of emotions threatening to erupt within him.

”Ye Qingchen!” At that moment, Li Zongrui, who had been silent until now, finally stepped forward, pointing a finger at Ye Qingchen and shouting, ”With your talent, once you’ve recovered and cultivated for a while, that damn Saint Heir will be no match for you! Going to your death now is the act of a coward! If you die, who will avenge your mother? Who will save Qin Yue? What will happen to your father?”

Ye Qingchen stared at Li Zongrui with bloodshot eyes, but to everyone’s surprise, his gaze slowly began to clear. This made Li Qingfeng, who had been about to reprimand his son, freeze in place.

Li Zongrui chuckled smugly. ”That’s right, Ye Qingchen. For their sake, you have to cultivate hard and live well. Otherwise, I’ll be the first to look down on you!”

The blood-red hue finally receded from Ye Qingchen’s eyes, and he gave Li Zongrui a grateful look. He’s right. If I die, who will avenge my mother? There will be no one to ensure Qin Yue’s safety, and my father will be heartbroken. For them, I must live. I must strive to cultivate! I have the Dual Pupil Martial Soul, the Fen Tian Earth Fire, and a divine-level Cultivation Technique! I can definitely defeat that Saint Heir, rescue Qin Yue, and personally shred Huan Yuehua into a thousand pieces!

In that instant, Ye Qingchen was reborn. In the truest sense, it was at this moment that he forged an invincible warrior’s heart. From this day forward, he would never again fear any setback or hardship.

Seeing that Ye Qingchen had calmed down, everyone glanced at Li Zongrui in astonishment. Who would have thought that the ever-unreliable Li Zongrui could actually scold Ye Qingchen back to his senses?

Then, Ye Qingchen finally spoke, his voice raspy. ”Spirit Pills… feed me Spirit Pills…”

Upon hearing this, Liang Xiong hurriedly retrieved healing Spirit Pills from his storage ring and fed them to Ye Qingchen. Immediately, Pavilion Master Zhang began to channel his Soul Power, helping Ye Qingchen refine the medicine’s potency.

Seeing that Ye Qingchen had stabilized and was actively working to heal himself, everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief. Just then, Xi Jianwei received the news and returned with an assortment of healing Spirit Pills, joining the group in aiding Ye Qingchen’s recovery.

「The next day,」

Ye Qingchen’s body was mostly recovered. Though still weak, he could now walk on his own.

The very first thing Ye Qingchen did once he could walk was to order Chen Yue Pavilion to use all its resources to investigate the so-called Saint Heir and uncover his identity. Rising Sun Pavilion also mobilized its information network to begin the investigation.