Chapter 14: A Treasure: Wood Fire Spiritual Root
“Old Master, I did not make this up. If you do not believe me, then go ahead and investigate. If I have lied about anything, may lightning strike me five times!” the Fifth Concubine swore while sobbing.
Ye Yuxuan was no longer suspicious of her words. He turned toward Su Yufeng, and his eyes seemed as if they might shoot flames at her. “Malicious woman, you dared to harm my beloved daughter?”
Before, she had been Ye Yuxuan’s most worthless daughter. But now that her Wood Fire Spiritual Root had awakened, she had abruptly transformed into his “beloved daughter.” Because the Wood Fire Spiritual Root’s elements were complementary, Ye Ruyi was now the most suitable candidate to practice elixir creation techniques. Although Ye Shanshan was known as a gifted Spiritual Elixir Alchemist, she possessed the inferior Fire Spiritual Root. Compared with the Wood Fire Spiritual Root, there was a huge difference.
Ye Yuxuan himself had proclaimed that the Ye Clan had the best lineage of elixir alchemists in the Lei Kingdom. However, he had allowed such a gem to gather dust in his residence. Not only that, he had almost caused her death. If this news got out, he would certainly be a laughing stock.
“Old Master, I have been wrongly accused!” Su Yufeng said, gaping at Ye Yuxuan pitifully.
After being his wife for so many years, Su Yufeng understood Ye Yuxuan’s personality well. He was not furious because of his profound feelings for the Fifth Concubine and Ye Ruyi, but because she had failed to fulfill her promise to bring Ye Jiuge to her knees. He felt that he had been lied to. Su Yufeng felt slightly anxious. She did not understand how her perfect plan had culminated in this situation.
“Wicked woman, just you wait. I will return later and get even with you.” Ye Yuxuan flung up his sleeves in anger then headed off to the Fifth Concubine’s residence with hurried steps.
He was in a rush to find out if his beloved daughter truly possessed the Wood Fire Spiritual Root. Su Yufeng and Ye Shanshan did not dare follow him. They could only watch the Fifth Concubine leave, grasping after Ye Jiuge with vengeful eyes.
“Mother, what should we do now?” As Ye Shanshan helped Su Yufeng up, she looked downtrodden. The red palm print on her face had not yet faded.