At the foot of Qingcheng Mountain.
Before the gates of the Ye Family.
Several guards shoved and pushed a frail-looking girl out of the Ye residence.
She was petite and weak, no match for these body-refining guards. She was tossed out of the gates like a chick!
"By the order of the Family Head, Ye Chen is now a cripple! He is expelled from the family, henceforth having no ties to the Ye Family!"
"Ye Chen and Ye Lin are forbidden from setting foot in the Ye Family ever again!"
"Violators will be beaten to death on sight!"
A guard bellowed at the girl and the person in the carriage by the gate.
The girl had delicate features, pale lips, and tears welling up in her eyes as she looked pleadingly at the guards at the entrance.
"Please... please, save my brother!"
"Even if there are no medicinal pills, at least give me some silver to buy herbal medicine!"
The girl's eyes were rimmed red, tears falling like pearls—plip, plop.
Passersby seeing this scene couldn't help but discuss.
"Isn't that the younger sister of the Ye Family's young genius, Ye Chen? Why is she being driven out?"
"What young genius? That's all in the past! This morning, Ye Chen was fighting with the Young Master of the Wang Family over territory. He was ambushed by the Wang Family's Grand Elder. They say he was crippled on the spot, his meridians severed!"
"When a man falls from power, his friends are few. When the rabbit is dead, the hound is boiled. That's just the way of the world!"
Seeing Ye Lin in such a state, the guards at the gate also felt uncomfortable.
At that moment.
A guard with a longsword at his waist fished out a handful of broken silver from his robes. Seeing no one passing by within the compound,
he took two steps in one and stuffed the silver into Ye Lin's hand.
"I have elders above and children below. This is all I can help with!"
His name was Wang Qiang, and he was on good terms with Ye Chen, often eating meat and drinking wine together.
He had witnessed Ye Chen's disaster with his own eyes.
Just then.
A mocking laugh came from behind the guards.
"Well, well! Is this watchdog putting on a show of brotherly affection with this discarded trash?"
Hearing this laughter,
Wang Qiang's face instantly changed. His body trembled involuntarily, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
A young man in luxurious robes, idly holding a paper fan, walked over.
He looked at Wang Qiang, a cold smile appearing on his effeminately handsome face.
"A slave who doesn't follow the rules—three hundred strokes of the rod!"
Three hundred?
Upon hearing this, Wang Qiang's legs went weak, filled with deep regret for giving Ye Lin those few taels of broken silver.
Guards immediately rushed forward and dragged Wang Qiang away.
"Oh ho, if it isn't Sister Ye Lin?"
"Where's Ye Chen? Is he lying in the carriage, unable to move?"
The opulently dressed young man approached.
Ye Lin hurriedly tried to stuff the silver into her sleeve.
Seeing her movement, the young man sneered, flicking his wrist to open the paper fan.
A sharp, fierce gust of wind shot towards Ye Lin's hand.
Ye Lin had never practiced martial arts since childhood and was frail. How could she dodge this fan strike?
With a cry of pain, she was struck, her hand bleeding profusely, and all the silver scattered on the ground.
But Ye Lin paid no heed to the pain, scrambling to pick up the silver scattered on the ground.
Seeing this, the young man walked up to Ye Lin with a jeering expression. He lifted his foot and stepped on Ye Lin's hand, which was still trying to gather the silver, a playful look on his face. "Little girl, you really are a tough one, just like your ill-fated brother!"
A sinister smile spread across the young man's face as a faint yellow glow emanated from his foot stepping on Ye Lin's hand.
Spiritual Energy!
The young man was actually channeling spiritual energy into his foot to crush Ye Lin.
With this step, even if Ye Lin's hand didn't break, it would be crippled!
Just then.
A cool, clear voice rang out.
"Ye Tian, the Family Head summons you to a meeting!"
Hearing this,
Ye Tian twirled his fan, storing it in his sleeve.
Turning around, he saw a graceful figure approaching slowly.
The newcomer's clothes fluttered gently, her three thousand strands of black hair dancing in the wind. Her face was devastatingly beautiful, enough to steal one's breath away.
Her pair of exquisite legs, in particular, was captivating.
She drifted over, her gaze calm as she looked at Ye Tian.
"It's Ye Shuang, the daughter of the Ye Family Head!"
Someone in the crowd recognized the woman in red.
"So it's Sister Shuang. What brings you here?"
Ye Tian was merely the grandson of the Ye Family's Grand Elder, his status naturally inferior to Ye Shuang's.
He immediately put away his fan, greeting her with a smiling face—a stark contrast to his earlier attitude towards Ye Lin.
Faced with Ye Tian's hypocritical expression, Ye Shuang said nothing.
She simply walked to Ye Lin's side, glancing at the bright red fan mark on her pale hand.
Her cool, beautiful face showed no change in expression.
Ye Shuang looked at Ye Lin, then walked past her to the carriage.
She lifted the curtain, looking at the young man lying inside.
"Farewell."
Two light, airy words, her voice like celestial music.
But to Ye Chen, lying in the carriage, they sounded undeniably cold and detached.
Ye Chen had heard everything that just happened.
His meridians were all severed; he couldn't move his body now. Even the slightest movement felt like ten thousand needles stabbing him.
His dantian was ruined, cutting off any future cultivation. He was a cripple.
Ye Chen felt utterly helpless.
Other people who transmigrate get god-tier starting hands.
What about my transmigration?
A crippled start from the get-go?
He made no response to Ye Shuang's words.
Ye Shuang glanced at him once, then turned and left without the slightest hesitation.
Watching Ye Shuang's retreating back, Ye Chen felt dazed.
In his memories, Ye Shuang had harbored a secret crush on Ye Chen.
But Ye Chen had an existing engagement and had never become involved with Ye Shuang.
Seeing Ye Shuang leave, Ye Tian let out a cold sneer.
Flicking his sleeves, he hurried off in the direction Ye Shuang had gone.
Seeing the two leave, Ye Lin approached the carriage.
She lifted the curtain, forcing a smile onto her pale little face.
Seeing the bright red fan mark on her wrist,
Ye Chen's eyes reddened.
Noticing Ye Chen's gaze, Ye Lin quickly withdrew her hand, hiding the injured arm in her sleeve.
"You..."
A wave of bitter sorrow washed over Ye Chen's heart.
"Brother, let's go find Sister Xian'er right now! She'll definitely have a way to save you!"
Ye Lin walked to the front of the carriage, struggling to drive it.
Back when Ye Chen was uninjured, Ye Lin was the beloved little princess of the Ye Family.
Where would she have learned to drive a carriage?
The carriage wobbled and swayed along, bumping and stopping intermittently.
Inside the carriage.
Ye Chen stared at the roof.
Thinking about everything that had happened.
He had grown up in the Ye Family since childhood; his parents had disappeared who knows how long ago.
Only Ye Lin had depended on him and lived with him.
Fortunately, his talent was good; he was considered outstanding among the disciples of his generation in the Ye Family.
Even Ye Shuang, the daughter of the Family Head, couldn't compare to him.
Therefore, before his injury, he had thrived in the Ye Family, even being groomed as a potential next Family Head.
Ye Chen was someone who knew how to repay kindness. He had always considered the Ye Family his true home, striving hard for it.
In the conflicts between the Ye Family and the other two major families of Qingcheng Mountain, Ye Chen's contributions were undoubtedly great.
But now.
After his injury.
Everything had changed.
When the Family Head and the Elders learned that Ye Chen's injuries were irrecoverable,
they made the "wise" choice to abandon him.
A discarded piece holds no use for the Ye Family!
Ye Chen murmured the words.
Pain shot through his body, causing his senses to grow increasingly numb until he finally lost consciousness.