?51: Chapter 51 Return to Blood Sea Battlefield 51: Chapter 51 Return to Blood Sea Battlefield Ye Xuan returned home, and the two women glanced sideways with different expressions, but without exception, there was a hint of joy in their hearts, which they themselves had not realized.

    Having suddenly two women in the house made Ye Xuan quite uneasy.

    During dinner, Ye Xuan ate with his head down, showing no inclination to talk.

    During this time, Ye’s mother chatted and laughed with the two women, refraining from mentioning the embarrassing stories of Ye Xuan’s childhood until it was very late at night when the two women bid farewell to Ye’s mother.

    “Mr.

    Ye, your mother’s cooking is really good.

    I will definitely come often in the future,” Yun Mengyao said with a slight smile as they parted.

    “Auntie, goodbye,” Xia Qingzhu said politely to Ye’s mother, casting a silent glance at Ye Xuan before the two women left his house together.

    “Xuan, you and Qingzhu...” Ye’s mother hesitated as she watched the two women leave; naturally, she knew of the past between Xia Qingzhu and Ye Xuan, but she hadn’t expected to see this woman at their home today.

    “She and I have nothing to do with each other,” Ye Xuan shook his head.

    “Ah!” Ye’s mother sighed, then said, “Qingzhu is a daughter of the Xia family; we can’t ascend to their level, but I see that Mengyao is a good girl.

    Xuan, why not...”

    Ye Xuan could see the expectancy in his mother’s eyes, and he responded earnestly, “Mom, the things I pursue are not romance and children, I hope you can understand.”

    “Brother, Teacher Yun is really great, aren’t you really considering it?” Ye Ling’er interjected timely.

    Ye Xuan wanted to say that if he were just an ordinary person, perhaps Yun Mengyao would indeed be a great choice, but he was no ordinary person; he was destined to leave this world sooner or later, and had no intention of getting involved in so-called romantic entanglements.

    Ye Xuan’s stance was clear, leaving his mother unable to persuade him further, so she simply mentioned she was tired and returned to her room.

    Watching his mother’s disappointed departure, Ye Xuan was well aware that in his mother’s heart, he was eventually bound to marry and have children—a major life event.

    What mother in the world doesn’t care about her son’s future?

    But ultimately, every mortal dies, an unchangeable destiny.

    Even if he truly married and had children, after a hundred years, with no one by his side, would that truly be the ending he desired?

    “Ling’er, I need to take a long trip.

    I’ll be back before the New Year.

    Please tell mom,” Ye Xuan said as he suppressed his troubled thoughts and spoke directly to Ye Ling’er.

    “Brother, you’ve just come back, and you’re going somewhere else again?

    And for such a long time?” Ye Ling’er questioned.

    Hearing Ye Ling’er’s words, Ye Xuan gazed in the direction of Duanchang Mountain, his eyes profound, and said, “There are some things you don’t understand.

    Everyone has their own responsibilities, and that place is my responsibility.”

    After saying this, Ye Xuan walked out of his home.

    Under the moonlight, his silhouette appeared somewhat lonely and desolate—as if he were walking alone on an ancient road, with no one able to understand the world he inhabited.

    Watching Ye Xuan’s departing figure, Ye Ling’er was stunned, recalling a phrase she could no longer remember where she read, but which now surfaced in her mind at that moment:

    “There has never been a ‘peaceful time’; it’s just someone else carrying the burden forward for you.”

    ...

    In a coffee house.

    Xia Qingzhu and Yun Mengyao sat facing each other, the atmosphere slightly somber, until after about ten breaths, Xia Qingzhu was the first to break the silence.

    “Do you like Ye Xuan?”

    Staring at Xia Qingzhu’s very serious expression, Yun Mengyao was taken aback and said, “Is this why you brought me here, to ask me this question?”

    “Tell me, do you like him?” Xia Qingzhu asked earnestly.

    “Miss Xia, you might be mistaken, I am only Ye Ling’er’s teacher, and I am merely here for a home visit.” Facing Xia Qingzhu’s imposing aura, Yun Mengyao maintained her composure and said.

    “We are both women, and a woman’s intuition is very accurate, my feeling tells me that you like him.” Xia Qingzhu said softly.

    “Miss Xia, this joke is not funny at all.

    How could I possibly like someone so rough?”

    Yun Mengyao bit her lip, a trace of shyness flashed across her eyes as she looked directly at Xia Qingzhu, her voice slightly displeased, “And even if I did like him, it seems to have nothing to do with you, does it?”

    “Indeed!”

    Watching Yun Mengyao’s budding feelings, Xia Qingzhu slowly nodded.

    “Miss Xia, what exactly do you mean?” Yun Mengyao asked, her finely arched eyebrows slightly furrowed.

    “Mengyao, I want to tell you that Ye Xuan is no ordinary person, he is truly not suitable for you, I hope you will refrain from contact with him in the future.” Xia Qingzhu said.

    “Miss Xia, are you warning me?” Yun Mengyao asked.

    “It’s not so much a warning, I just will not allow any other woman to get close to him.” As a daughter of the Xia family, Xia Qingzhu possessed a tremendous aura, which burst forth at that moment.

    Looking at Xia Qingzhu’s cold and formidable aura, Yun Mengyao was startled but retorted, “I’m not sure what kind of person he is, but even if I do like him, it’s my own right.

    You have no authority to dictate my actions.”

    Yun Mengyao stood up to leave, not wishing to exchange another word with Xia Qingzhu.

    However, just as she was about to exit the coffee house, Xia Qingzhu’s voice slowly rose.

    “I’ve known him for four years, we were childhood friends, I understand him very well, what about you?”

    Hearing Xia Qingzhu’s remarks, a surge of anger rose in Yun Mengyao’s heart.

    She turned around and said, “You understand him?

    But today I saw him shut you out, he doesn’t seem to like you either, does he?”

    The silent war between the two women continued, and naturally, Ye Xuan would be unaware of this scene.

    Even if he knew, he would not bother with such trivial matters.

    ...

    Duanchang Mountain, towering high with a menacing silhouette, its mountain range stretches continuously, inhabited by fierce beasts and poisonous insects, it is one of the world’s eight marvelous mountains, as well as an extremely ancient Primordial Forest.

    Towering ancient trees with lush vegetation, a breeze brought a refreshing scent of grass and wood, accompanied by the chirping of birds occasionally echoing throughout the Primordial Forest.

    Ye Xuan strolled through Duanchang Mountain, his every step seemingly shrinking the ground beneath him, as he moved deeper into the mountain.

    Returning to this familiar place, his mind wandered.

    Ye Xuan did not expect to return here so soon, but his mind was preoccupied with the thoughts of the Blood Sea Battlefield, leaving him no desire to appreciate the Primordial Forest.

    Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

    When Ye Xuan reached the deepest part of the mountain, what appeared before him was a thousand-foot waterfall, its clear, jade-like waves continuously beating against a pond, splashing beads of crystal-clear water.

    A Green Stele, ten zhang in height and ten in width, stood as if it had been there since the distant past, positioned right in the center of the pond.

    Hum!

    Ye Xuan took a step forward, and the void burst into ripples, bringing him directly in front of the Green Stone Monument.

    Looking at the monument in front of him, Ye Xuan did not hesitate any longer; his palms suddenly struck out, and a Blood Rune spread out, causing the monument to undergo an incredibly mystical change.

    Boom, boom, boom!

    With a thunderous explosion, the monument transformed, and a Blood-colored Light Gate appeared before Ye Xuan’s eyes.

    As he stepped through, the Blood-colored Light Gate suddenly vanished, reverting to the appearance of a Green Stele, as if the previous scene had been nothing but an illusion.