A master of both medicine and martial arts, he picked up a beautiful CEO as his wife.

After the punch, both of them, the two brothers, stopped their attacks.

Is it true or false?

But the surprise and doubt in each other's eyes were even greater than before!

Ye Feng was surprised by the amount of cultivation his senior brother had expended; Shen Yu was surprised by Ye Feng's body, which was beyond the realm of ordinary peak energy.

"Your Peak Sun..."

Shen Yu stared at Ye Feng, his expression complex. "All I know is that when Master accepted you as his disciple, he said one thing to me: he said your body is his 'one in a thousand years, a peak Yang body,' something he was born with, not something he cultivated." In the past few years, Master has been much more genuine and attentive to you than to us ordinary fellow disciples, pouring out all his family's knowledge and practically raising you as his heir!

"As for the rest, Master didn't say, and we dare not ask, but your body is definitely not that of an ordinary person." Shen Yu shook his head. "But your body is definitely not something an ordinary person can achieve. It can resonate with this ultimate peak of yang energy."

As he spoke, his eyes involuntarily drifted back to Lin Yuqing, and his voice abruptly stopped.

"The ultimate Yang... the ultimate Yin..." Shen Yu murmured to himself, as if he had pulled these two unrelated things together, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"Junior Brother!" He suddenly grabbed Ye Feng's arm. "Does your tribulation really require 'True Yin' to suppress? She...she saved you when you were about to die?"

Ye Feng's eyes suddenly widened considerably.

His senior brother's rapid-fire words were frighteningly precise, each word striking at his Achilles' heel without a single empty phrase. It almost instilled a sense of dread in Ye Feng. In the past six months, he had seen too many daggers hidden behind smiles, villains disguised as acquaintances. Although he could tell that Shen Yu was the successor of Nirvana Mountain, the way he seemed to say whatever he wanted in his eyes always made him hesitant to confide in him.

The instinct to protect Lin Yuqing suppressed the joy of seeing her.

"How did you know?" Ye Feng asked in a deep voice, his tone icy.

Shen Yu lowered his hand, stumbled back into his chair, the flush on his face completely gone, and murmured:

"As expected... it's still the same... the 'person connected to you by blood' that Master mentioned, it's her..."

When Shen Yu looked up at Lin Yuqing, his gaze was no longer one of curiosity, but rather a complex mix of shock, pity, and deep wariness.

"Her yin meridians..."

Shen Yu said, word by word, "I have lived for thirty years, but I have never seen a book about this. I only saw it once in the oldest forbidden book in our sect. It is a kind of physique that may only appear once in a thousand years."

"Delicate, yet dangerous." Shen Yu spoke in a barely audible voice, "This body represents the ultimate Yin in the universe, a 'catalyst' that triggers extraordinary changes in the world. Countless eyes are watching the birth of such a child—some protect her, but many more want to take her away, to use her as a 'key' to unlock something, to snatch her away, skin her alive, and suck her blood!"

"Our sect's forbidden books contain only a few words about her lineage, but every single one is stained with blood and fire," Shen Yu said with a bitter smile. "A thousand years of pure Yin has never been good luck; it's a deadly calamity."

"It's not just about helping you overcome your tribulation. It's also connected to the root of the incident that happened on Nirvana Mountain more than twenty years ago, and the grudge that Master covered up with the words 'The abyss will stir again.'"

"Could it be that her yin veins... Zhao—"

At this point, Shen Yu abruptly stopped speaking, as if a hand had grabbed his throat. His face was deathly pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat, as if his last words had touched upon a taboo that could kill him.

"I won't say..." He shook his head, his voice filled with genuine fear. "Master has ordered that revealing her background will immediately bring about your death, harming her and you. Right now, her identity is unknown, and your tribulation is not yet resolved. Revealing it now will only harm both of you."

Seeing the horrified expression on his senior brother's face, Ye Feng didn't press the matter further. It was clear that Shen Yu wasn't feigning fear—a secret that a Nirvana Mountain disciple dared to be so afraid to reveal must be extremely dangerous. Was this what Master meant by repeatedly warning him "not to speak of it"? Knowing some facts too early is not a blessing, but a curse.

But the more he thought about it, the deeper the fog in his heart seemed to grow. "What kind of calamity is weighing on Lin Yuqing?" And what kind of calamity is it, connected to her own death throes and the incident at Nirvana Mountain twenty years ago? He didn't know. What he did know was that the answer, most likely the same as the answer to curing his death throes, was hidden in the mountains he had to return to.

The study was quiet, deathly silent.

Lin Yuqing stood to one side, her face already pale.

She still thought of herself as just an ordinary rich second-generation heiress, a CEO of Mr. Lin's company. But the suspicions she had swallowed for the past six months as "coincidences" turned into a chilling chain after Shen Yu's words—the inexplicable poisoning and pursuit on the roadside that night, her mother's sudden and swift-to-death illness twenty years ago, the relentless pursuit and eradication of her and her mother by two generations of the Li family, Zhao Hui's greedy gaze as he left, as if looking at a treasure… It turned out that from the moment she was born, she might have been at the center of an unknown, enormous trap, and none of it was accidental.

"Her yin energy, could it be... Zhao—"

"That word."

It was swallowed whole by Shen Yusheng.

"Zhao".

Her mother.

Her maiden name is Zhao!

Madam Zhao...

She suddenly remembered something, something she had never forgotten.

In the days leading up to her death, her mother, with her withered hands, would repeatedly touch her brow, murmuring over and over again, "My Yuqing, you have a good life, a clean life..."

At that time, she was still young and thought he was talking nonsense.

But now that I think about it, my mother's eyes were so dark back then, and there was clearly something in them filled with fear and pleading for help.

Does she know?

I know.

That sudden illness was because Mom used herself to block her twenty years, right?

Lin Yuqing's tears fell unexpectedly.

A loud "bang" rang in Lin Yuqing's mind.

She swayed twice, almost falling to the ground, when an arm grabbed her—Ye Feng, who had somehow gotten to her side.

He gripped her shoulders tightly, his warm hands pressed against her skin, heavy and strong.

He could feel her body trembling in his hand, like leaves in the autumn wind.

"do not be afraid."

His gentle voice reached my ears, like the warmest haven, "The sky won't fall down—I'm here."

"Ye Feng..."