Gazing at the lifeless beauty in his arms, a complex emotion flickered in Ye Ming's eyes.
He placed his palm against Du Yuemian's chest. A white energy flowed from his hand, entering her body.
"Am I going to die?"
Du Yuemian's consciousness was currently in a pitch-black void, silent and endless.
"What is that?"
Then, she saw a faint white dot of light in the distance. From its glow, she felt an unprecedented warmth.
She slowly walked towards the light, then quickened her pace, and finally broke into a run.
"Faster! Faster!"
Du Yuemian's heart cried out as she rushed towards the light.
Finally, she merged with the light source.
At the same moment, in reality, she opened her eyes.
"Welcome back!"
Ye Ming said with a light smile, looking at Du Yuemian, whose eyes still held a hint of confusion.
Did this "welcome back" refer only to Du Yuemian's life returning?
"I..."
Du Yuemian looked up at the familiar profile. Her memories slowly returned to her mind.
"Young Master... Young Master!" her voice trembled, her eyes hazy.
That phrase, "welcome back," made her feel as though she had been saved.
Yet, at this moment, she hadn't noticed she was lying in Ye Ming's arms. And there were several pairs of eyes watching them.
Ye Ming patted her shoulder, unconcerned by the surrounding gazes, and smiled. "Are you willing to return to my side?"
He looked at Du Yuemian, his words spoken from the heart.
Ye Ming had witnessed everything that had transpired. Now that Du Yuemian had shattered the nightmares in her heart, her path ahead would undoubtedly be bright and smooth.
Upon hearing the invitation, the haziness in Du Yuemian's eyes condensed into liquid and flowed down her cheeks.
"I... I am willing!"
She gritted her teeth, trying not to appear too fragile.
Though, at this moment, it was due to her excitement.
"Good!" Ye Ming scooped her up, speaking softly.
Du Yuemian was no longer in mortal danger, but her body was still extremely weak and required a day or two of rest.
"Ah! I..."
Ye Ming's action finally made Du Yuemian realize her current state.
At the same time, she saw the gazes around them.
Unconsciously, a blush bloomed on her previously snow-white face, making her look charming and endearing.
"Young... Young Master, perhaps you should put me down!" This was Du Yuemian's first experience of being carried in a princess hold, and she couldn't help but feel shy.
"Are you sure you can walk by yourself?" Ye Ming teased with a smile.
"I..."
Du Yuemian felt her body and found herself completely devoid of strength. Walking was out of the question; even standing was a challenge.
"Alright! Lie down quietly!" Ye Ming said with a hint of command. "I have something to discuss."
"Oh! Okay!"
Finally, Du Yuemian buried her head in Ye Ming's chest, not wanting anyone to see her embarrassment.
Thus, Ye Ming, holding Du Yuemian, turned to face the crowd.
At this moment, Zhong Wuhen watched Du Yuemian lying so docilely in Ye Ming's arms, his fists clenching once more.
The unyielding resentment, buried deep in his heart, was reawakened.
"Why would you choose death over me? Yet now, you lie in another man's embrace before everyone. Why?" His mind was like a frenzy.
"Young Master! Young Master! Calling him so intimately!"
A hint of insidious resentment, unnoticed even by himself, began to brew in his eyes.
However, Ye Ming noticed this scene. But he paid it no mind.
He took out the box containing the Crimson Heart Fruit from Du Yuemian's embrace and placed it on the ground. He said calmly, "This Crimson Heart Fruit is for you to decide. I will not interfere."
He added a final reminder, "But you must control yourselves."
Whether this was a reminder or a warning, no one could tell.
Then, Ye Ming prepared to leave with Du Yuemian and the long wooden box she carried.
"Stop right there!"
But someone was not willing to let him go.
Zhong Wuhen's face darkened, and he said coldly, "You can leave, but leave the woman behind!"
At this moment, for Zhong Wuhen, it was undoubtedly the greatest insult of his life.
His anger and resentment finally erupted.
"Young Master!"
At this point, Zhong Fengya seemed to notice something amiss with Zhong Wuhen.
In his impression, Zhong Wuhen was always calm and cautious. But now, he saw a hint of madness in him.
"A woman I cannot have, no one else shall have her either."
Zhong Wuhen, at this moment, had almost forgotten the identity and strength Ye Ming had displayed. In his eyes, there was only Du Yuemian.
"Grandpa Feng, stop him for me," Zhong Wuhen commanded in a low voice.
"Oh! Interesting!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Ming slowly turned around. Du Yuemian, still in his arms, also raised her head.
Seeing Zhong Wuhen's state, she was slightly taken aback.
Lin Fengxuan, standing nearby, also watched Zhong Wuhen with amusement.
"Old man, do you think you can stop me?" Ye Ming asked Zhong Fengya with a wicked smile.
"Mr. Ye, I must offend you."
As a subordinate, Zhong Fengya had no choice but to obey Zhong Wuhen's command.
He stamped one foot, and immense pressure instantly surged towards Ye Ming. A terrifying gust of wind swirled around him.
Zhong Fengya extended his aged right hand, countless streams of true qi converging into his palm. The surrounding storm began to compress, forming a miniature tornado in front of him.
Under the influence of this power, all the surrounding bricks and stones were swept into the terrifying vortex.
It was horrifying!
This was his full-power strike.
Feeling the terrifying might of this force, Zhong Wuhen couldn't help but smirk. In his eyes, everyone would submit before this power.
"Anyone who dares to steal my woman must die!"
His heart roared.
"Go!"
Zhong Fengya hurled the terrifying tornado towards Ye Ming.
"Such imposing momentum!"
Ye Ming sighed slightly as he looked at the surging attack.
Du Yuemian, in his arms, showed no fear when faced with such an attack. No one present knew Ye Ming's true power better than she did.
Because the man holding her at this moment was the Lord of Gods.
As the terrifying tornado reached Ye Ming, he merely extended his right hand and slowly opened it.
Then, before everyone's eyes, he slowly closed his palm. The violent tornado began to shrink bit by bit. Even the rubble within it began to shrink.
No!
It wasn't shrinking, it was being annihilated.
As Ye Ming's palm closed into a fist, everything swept up in the tornado was directly annihilated in the air, leaving no trace.
Including the tornado itself.