Chapter 1481 - 1458: Avoided Like the Plague
The two of them faced off for a long time, glaring coldly at each other, neither backing down.
Seeing the situation deadlock and the smell of gunpowder rapidly spreading, Wang Feng hurriedly pulled Ling Fufu away. "Fufu, calm down! Calm down!"
In truth, Wang Feng was standing on Ling Mengmeng’s side; she felt Ling Mengmeng was absolutely right.
Since Ye Huan was already a cripple, there was no need to curry favor with him anymore.
Wang Feng had already started thinking about how to get Ling Wuye to retract the marriage between Ling Fufu and Ye Huan. She absolutely couldn’t let her daughter marry this useless trash Ye Huan!
"What a waste of my mood. I thought you’d turned badass, reborn as a dragon, but in the end you’re still just a worm. What a joke." Wang Feng glanced at Ye Huan from the corner of her eye, full of disdain, then said to Ling Fufu, "Fufu, from now on don’t get too close to Ye Huan, got it? You’re not from the same world. You’re destined to become the queen of the Endless Deep Mountains, and he, who’s already废掉, is no longer worthy of you!"
"Didn’t you learn enough from yesterday, when you underestimated Ye Huan?" Ling Fufu was very displeased. She felt her mom’s face looked pretty ugly too—yesterday she’d been in a rush to marry her off to Ye Huan, and today she was telling her not to get too close to him.
The contrast from one day to the next was too big; she was deeply disappointed in Wang Feng.
Wang Feng, however, was disdainful. "I learned my lesson yesterday, sure, but today the facts are right in front of us. Ye Huan has lost the ancestors’ favor, he has no chance to awaken his bloodline, he’s destined to be a cripple."
Ling Fufu let out a small sigh. She felt the people of the Ling Family were really stupid, always rushing to make conclusions about everything.
But in her eyes, things were not that simple!
A minute later, Wang Feng walked to the front of the crowd, waved her hand, and said, "Everyone can start entering the hot spring one after another, to see whether you can awaken your bloodline and obtain the fortune given by the ancestors!"
The place exploded; everyone leaped into the hot spring in succession.
The hot spring was huge, about the size of two football fields.
Ye Huan and Ye Bingning walked quite far away before leaping into the warm-to-the-point-of-scorching spring water.
"Boss, this hot spring actually feels pretty good." After feeling out the temperature and tying her long hair into a bun on top of her head, Ye Bingning let out a long, satisfied breath of turbid air.
"It’s alright."
Ye Huan smiled; he did feel it was pretty nice.
Ye Bingning blinked and pressed, "Boss, do you feel anything? Like, say, your bloodline about to awaken?"
"Nope." Ye Huan pondered for a while, felt out his body, and finally gave this conclusion.
"This so-called Ling Family ancestor, could his mind really be that petty?"
Ye Bingning instantly got upset, her delicate brows standing on end.
Her voice wasn’t quiet; many people heard her clearly.
"Heh, at a time like this, instead of thinking how to make up for things, they’re actually blaming the ancestors. What a joke."
"Sigh, those two are simply hopeless. They don’t cherish a chance to fight for fortune and awaken their bloodline, instead they sit there bitching about the ancestors. Truly ridiculous!"
"To think I even treated Ye Huan as an idol yesterday. I was so stupid! Of course, Ye Huan is an even bigger dumb-***!"
The Ling Family juniors clustered together, letting out a wave of mockery.
While mocking, they also deliberately pulled a bit farther away from Ye Huan.
The reason was very simple—they were worried that if they stayed too close to Ye Huan, the ancestors might mistake them for being on the same side as him, and then they wouldn’t be able to receive any benefits from the ancestors!
Many of the Ling Family juniors were already treating Ye Huan like a Plague God.
Other than Ling Fufu, there were a few Ling Family juniors as well.
Most of them didn’t deliberately move farther from Ye Huan, but they didn’t move closer either.
Only Ling Fufu, after tying her hair into a ponytail, swam through the white mist toward Ye Huan’s side.
"Not even a hint of your bloodline awakening?" Ling Fufu came to Ye Huan’s side, frowned, and asked.
Ye Huan subconsciously glanced at her.
Right now Ling Fufu was wearing a light, fiery-red gauze dress.
Soaked in the hot spring water, the gauze had become a bit transparent, clinging tightly to her smooth, delicate body. Her ultra-perfect S-shaped curves were fully displayed, and patches of fair skin, reddened from the hot water, were exposed to the air.
Describing Ling Fufu as "temptingly luscious" couldn’t be more fitting.
However, Ye Huan just gave her a glance, then withdrew his gaze and nodded with a smile. "No feeling at all."
As he spoke, for some reason, he glanced down at the Ye Bingning in his arms.
From this vantage point, he could clearly observe Ye Bingning’s proud figure and that impressive "scale" in a certain area.
After he withdrew his gaze this time, he showed a strange expression, drew in a breath of cold air, and his face was full of bafflement as if saying: No way, they’re both beauties—how can the gap be this big?
"Hey hey hey, you bastard, what are you thinking?!"
Seeing the look on his face, Ling Fufu instantly flew into a shameful rage, scooped up a handful of hot spring water with both hands, and splashed it right in Ye Huan’s face!
She naturally understood his expression was saying: they’re both beauties, so how come one is a flat plain with nothing to see, while the other is towering ranges of lofty peaks?!
In fact, Ye Huan even wanted to say that if Ye Bingning could spare just a little to give to Ling Fufu, Fufu wouldn’t be so dead-flat.
But those were the sort of thoughts that should stay in his heart; if he actually said them out loud, being hacked into eight pieces by Ling Fufu would probably be considered getting off easy.
"Nothing much, just sighing about life a little." Ye Huan cradled the back of his head, whistled, and put on a nonchalant look.
Ling Fufu secretly glanced at Ye Bingning’s proud figure, a trace of envy flashing through her beautiful eyes, and she said faintly, "If Heaven were even a bit fair, it wouldn’t have sculpted her so ’perfect’ while making me this ’poor.’"
"Cough cough cough—"
Ye Huan choked, coughing several times in a row. He hadn’t expected Ling Fufu to voice exactly what he’d just been thinking!
Their "tacit understanding" was off the charts!
"I think you can awaken your bloodline in this hot spring. Do your best." Ling Fufu said faintly, then sat cross-legged in the hot spring, closed her eyes, as if starting to enjoy the pleasure of soaking.
Ye Huan and Ye Bingning did the same, enjoying the process.
Brother Huan didn’t care whether his bloodline awakened or not. Awakening would be good, of course, but even if it didn’t, it didn’t affect anything. He was confident he could rely on his own effort and will to climb to the true summit.
At the same time—
"What’s going on? Why hasn’t Cousin Fufu recognized reality yet, and is still getting so close to Ye Huan? Doesn’t she know that Ye Huan, whose bloodline can’t be awakened, is already unworthy of her, unfit to be her lifelong partner?"
"Sigh, I guess Cousin Fufu still hasn’t recognized reality! She’s actually still speaking up for Ye Huan and standing by his side, unbelievable. The ancestors will probably be enraged by this and refuse to give her any fortune or inheritance."
"I bet after the Patriarch named her as the wife of Huaxia’s Dragon Son yesterday, she got so overwhelmed with happiness that she now stubbornly fantasizes she can definitely become the wife of the leader of the Hundred Clans and enjoy supreme power in the future. Little does she know, that dream has already shattered. Ye Huan is destined to never become the leader of the Hundred Clans."
The last to speak was Ling Mengmeng. She spoke with a light laugh, though a flash of venom glinted deep in her eyes.
Her words, however, made a lot of sense and won the approval of many.
Ling Fufu was far too foolish!
Thinking this, they pulled away from Ye Huan and the others again, as if he were the very source of a plague, desperate to avoid him.