Chapter 230 – Why Is He Here?

For seven consecutive days, the weather remained clear and pleasant.

Under Ling Wei’s meticulous care, Ye Kuang’s recovery progressed far more rapidly than anticipated.

During this period, he discovered an astonishing phenomenon.

The more severe his injuries, the more pronounced the strengthening of his physical body became.

Though he didn’t know what hidden technique lay within his body, he now deeply understood: only with bones and sinews like iron could one become indestructible!

Little did he know, this was precisely the first stage of cultivation for “Myriad Tribulations Undying.” Only by enduring and withstanding cruel fate could one forge an immortal physique!

One had to admit, the ancestor who created this technique was truly remarkable—enduring sufferings beyond ordinary tolerance, tempering oneself through myriad tribulations, and relying on mortal will to overcome countless hardships, thus achieving an undying body.

Ye Kuang couldn’t help but exhale softly and open his eyes, feeling the powerful pulsations in his chest and experiencing the circulating undying energy throughout his body.

These inexplicable sensations overwhelmed him, and he found himself deeply immersed in them.

Just then, Ling Wei pushed the door open again, holding a bowl of sweet congee and medicinal soup in her hands.

The pungent odor invaded his nostrils, making him recoil in disgust.

Even someone as tough as Ye Kuang couldn’t help but cover his nose and gesture for her to take it away.

Seeing this, Ling Wei could only sigh and persuade him, “Bitter medicine may be hard to swallow, but it cures the illness. You brat, drink it quickly.”

As she spoke, she took on the role of an elder sister, showing meticulous care and concern for her younger brother.

It could be said that their seven days together had significantly improved their relationship, no longer as distant as before.

Here, it was a natural display of the pure bond between siblings.

Ye Kuang: “I won’t drink it, I won’t drink it.”

His words, spoken with a childlike tone, were not only expressive and unrestrained but also reflected the innocence and simplicity of a truly genuine person.

Ling Wei found it both irritating and amusing. Instead of seeing it as immaturity, she felt an indescribable sense of kinship with him.

It was as if they shared similar hardships, devoid of any scheming, or as if they were sincerely facing each other without any complications.

And this was the fundamental reason why she regarded Ye Kuang differently.

As the saying goes: A noble heart is open and sincere, and any woman would inevitably be drawn to it.

Here, though Ling Wei couldn’t yet say she had developed romantic feelings, it was undeniable that her heart had already been stirred, and she had developed an inexplicable fondness for Ye Kuang.

However, constrained by her age, she neither dared to believe nor admit it.

After all, they had only known each other for seven days. Who could say whether this was love or fate?

On the other hand, Ye Kuang’s behavior and way of speaking were truly exasperating. His mindset was like that of a six-year-old child, acting without thinking, simply following his whims—if he liked something, it was good; if he didn’t, no amount of persuasion would change his mind.

“You brat, sit still and don’t move around.”

“I won’t.”

“You… you’re such a big fool. Drink it now.”

“You’re the… big fool. What does ‘big fool’ mean? I won’t drink it…” As Ye Kuang spoke, he tried to escape.

But as soon as he moved, he found himself pinned firmly to the bed by Ling Wei. Escape was impossible, and hiding was even more out of the question.For a moment, the two of them tugged and pulled at each other, their bodies making contact as if they were siblings playfully roughhousing. Yet before long, their interactions took on a tone that was both innocent and ambiguous.

By the time Ling Wei noticed something amiss, she realized their behavior had become somewhat inappropriate.

Her face flushed instantly with surprise. She wanted to say something but quickly understood that arguing with Ye Kuang in his current state would be like playing the lute to a cow—utterly pointless.

“You brat, drink it or don’t…” Ling Wei said irritably.

But surprisingly, before she even finished speaking, her anger subsided.

At that moment, Ye Kuang suddenly grabbed the bowl of medicinal soup, pinched his nose, and downed it in one gulp.

Ling Wei: “……”

Ye Kuang smacked his lips, seemingly not quite satisfied, as if he wanted more.

The medicinal soup might have smelled unpleasant, but it tasted like thick, exquisite nectar—a testament to the charm of the herbal ingredients.

Pfft!

The sight of this made Ling Wei both angry and amused. It was as if she had anticipated it, yet deep down, she couldn’t quite define what role this foolish boy played in her life.

All she felt was that she had someone to care for—someone who was like a younger brother, yet also… someone who made her suddenly experience a different kind of joy in life.

This was an experience she had never had in her thirty years of life. Not only did she get to play the role of an older sister, but she also developed a vague, indescribable feeling.

Ye Kuang: “Sister, you smell so good…”

But as soon as these words left his mouth, though he might not have meant anything by them, they struck a chord with the listener.

Ling Wei’s aura erupted abruptly, forming a storm within a three-meter radius around her, forcefully throwing someone away.

“Ouch…”

Even someone as strong as Ye Kuang was sent flying by this invisible force, landing hard on the ground.

At the same time, Ling Wei’s entire face flushed crimson. The moment she recalled the embarrassing scene from earlier, she couldn’t help but feel a wave of heat wash over her body.

Though Ye Kuang seemed like a fool, his body was robust, and he exuded a distinctly masculine, vigorous aura at all times.

In an instant, this sent Ling Wei’s thoughts into disarray. Unable to find any words to scold him, she could only flee the room as if escaping.

Bang!

As the door shuddered shut, only Ye Kuang remained in the room, rubbing his sore backside and grimacing in pain.

“What’s going on? Every time it’s like this—throwing me around for no reason…”

But before he could finish muttering to himself, the door was pushed open once again.

The person who entered was, of course, none other than Ling Wei!

Seeing her, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but pout, clearly still a bit upset about the earlier incident that had hurt him.

But suddenly, his expression changed dramatically.

Behind Ling Wei was another figure.

It was none other than the Middle-Aged Strongman (Martial Uncle), Reverend Kaitai!

“Grrr…” Ye Kuang bared his hostility, crouching on the bed with claws outstretched and his hair flying wildly.

Ling Wei’s expression shifted at the sight.

In her eyes, how could her usually gentle younger brother suddenly become so unfamiliar?

The Ye Kuang before her now resembled a beast ready to devour its prey, his entire body radiating a palpable sense of danger.

Reverend Kaitai, upon seeing this, felt his anger surge. Recalling everything that had happened over the past few days, his fury only grew: “What is he doing here?”