I'm invincible once I descend the mountain; the beautiful CEO is forcing me to get our marriage

Ye An's casual "hmm" sounded like a silent command.

The air in the entire villa seemed to freeze.

General Chen Long's slightly bowed body weighed more heavily than any mountain, pressing down on the hearts of everyone present.

In the hall, the guests who had been making a ruckus and mocking noise just moments before now held their breath, their hearts pounding as they stared intently at the young man in the corner.

He was sitting there, but it was as if he belonged to a different world from everyone else.

Han Fei's face was completely drained of color, turning as pale as paper.

She lost her grip on the wine glass, and it crashed to the ground with a loud bang, scattering red wine and shards of glass everywhere, but she didn't even notice.

Only three words kept echoing in my mind: "Master Ye!"

Ma Chao, who was next to her, suddenly felt his legs go weak, and he would have collapsed if he hadn't been holding onto the table next to him.

He finally understood what kind of person he had just been pointing his finger at and cursing.

"Grandpa! You...you must have mistaken me for someone else?"

Chen Zhewen finally managed to squeeze out a sound from his throat. He couldn't accept this reality and cried out in despair.

"He...he's just an arrogant and ignorant fool! How could he possibly be the Master Ye who even Ji Ting bowed down to!"

His pride and dignity made it impossible for him to believe what he was seeing.

After an initial moment of stunned silence, Lin Chanyi's beautiful eyes shone with an unprecedented light.

It's him!

It's really him!

Her suspicion was confirmed in such a direct and brilliant way.

As she watched Ye An's retreating figure, her heart pounded. A mix of admiration, joy, and infatuation surged through her, making her feel slightly dizzy.

Chen Long did not answer Chen Zhewen, nor did he even turn around to look at him.

He slowly straightened up, then suddenly turned around, swung his arm in a wide arc, and with all his might, delivered a resounding slap to Chen Zhewen's face!

"Snapped!"

The sound was frighteningly crisp, echoing through the deathly silent hall.

Chen Zhewen was spun halfway by the slap and almost fell over.

Half of his face swelled up at a visible speed, leaving a clear five-finger mark on it.

He was completely stunned, his ears were ringing, and his mind was blank.

From childhood to adulthood, he has always been a chosen one, the first true disciple of Medicine King Valley. When has he ever suffered such an insult?

Especially in front of his junior sister Lin Chanyi, and in front of so many young people.

Chen Long didn't even glance at his grand-nephew again.

He turned to Ye An again, his posture even more humble than before, even carrying a hint of apology, and asked in a low voice:

"Master Ye, this boy is unruly and has offended you. And these few ignorant fools... what should we do with them?"

These words effectively handed over the decision-making power entirely to Ye An.

Ye An finally swallowed the grape.

He picked up a napkin and slowly wiped his fingers.

After doing all this, he raised his eyelids and glanced at Han Fei, Ma Chao, and the others who were already paralyzed with fear on the ground. His tone was as calm as if he were talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.

"Noisy."

"I don't want to see them again."

"yes!"

Chen Long stood ramrod straight and immediately accepted the order.

He abruptly turned his head, his eyes sharpening, and shouted at Chen Zheyuan beside him in a deep voice:

"Zheyuan! Throw all these things, along with everyone who was just being rude, out of here!"

Chen Zheyuan acted immediately.

Two guards standing like javelins behind him strode forward and grabbed the already limp Han Fei and Ma Chao like chickens.

"General Chen, spare my life!"

"Master Ye, I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

No matter how much they cried and begged for mercy, they were dragged out without any mercy, and their mournful cries came to an abrupt end at the door.

As the group was cleared out, an even more terrifying silence descended upon the hall.

The remaining guests were all silent, heads bowed, not daring to even breathe, for fear that they would be the next to be thrown out.

Chen Zhewen remained frozen in place.

The excruciating pain on my face was nothing compared to the shock and humiliation I felt.

He could feel that the back of his clothes was completely soaked with cold sweat.

He stared intently at Ye An, his eyes filled with regret, fear, and a hint of jealousy he couldn't suppress.

Ye An finally stood up.

He straightened the hem of his clothes, breaking the suffocating silence.

"Alright, all the bystanders have been dealt with."

He looked at Chen Long and said calmly.

"Mr. Chen, we should get down to business."

"Yes, yes! Master Ye, please!"

Chen Long felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and quickly turned to the side, giving Chen Zheyuan a wink.

"Zheyuan, lead the way."

Chen Zheyuan was a quick-witted man. He immediately understood, walked forward, and bowed, making a "please" gesture.

Chen Long himself lagged half a step behind Ye An, his back slightly hunched. His posture lacked any semblance of the majesty of a military leader; he resembled an extremely respectful old steward.

Ye An didn't react much and walked towards the second floor.

Only when the three figures completely disappeared around the corner of the stairs did the taut string in the entire hall finally snap.

A series of heavy, labored breathing sounds rose and fell, one after another, as if they had just been pulled out of the water.

Several girls' legs went weak, and they would have sat down on the ground if someone hadn't been there to support them.

Everyone's backs were soaked.

The next second, everyone's eyes were instantly and simultaneously focused on Chen Daidai.

The oppressive aura they felt just now was so intense that they dared not look at it for long. Now, thinking back on it, their minds went blank and their hearts pounded wildly.

A girl who was closest to Chen Daidai, her voice still trembling, cautiously leaned closer and asked:

"Dai Dai...that...that Mr. Ye, he...he really is...the legendary Master Ye?"

This question reflects the sentiments of everyone present.

Chen Daidai swallowed, feeling her heart still pounding.

She looked around at the faces that were still shaken, yet filled with curiosity and fear, and took a deep breath.

"I can only tell you this," her voice wasn't loud, but it carried in the quiet hall to everyone's ears, "that he is someone our entire Chen family must look up to."

These words, like a boulder, were once again thrown into the calm lake.

The entire Chen family... must look up to them?

Everyone's minds went blank.

What kind of family is the Chen family?

That was the true pillar of the Jiangnan Provincial Military Region.

It would make the entire Chen family look up to it...

So, what kind of extraordinary person is this Master Ye?

No one dared to ask any further questions. All they needed to do was keep those words in mind and use their imaginations to guess, which was enough to keep them up at night.

Lin Chanyi did not participate in the discussion.

Her gaze lingered on the direction of the stairs, which were now empty, but she could still seem to see that slender and upright figure.

It was him, really him.

That feeling is indescribable.

It's like you accidentally discover a beautiful stone, thinking it's a treasure you own, only to find one day that everyone tells you it's not a stone, but the sun in the sky.

Shock, joy, and an indescribable sense of pride.

It took her an unknown amount of time before she seemed to snap out of her reverie.

She glanced casually and saw Chen Zhewen standing alone not far away.

He remained in that position, standing there looking utterly lost.

Half of his face was swollen, with clear five-finger marks on it, and his eyes were vacant and unfocused.

The gentle, confident, and almost perfect senior brother she once admired now looked pathetic and ridiculous.

The light in Lin Chanyi's eyes dimmed slightly.

She said nothing and silently withdrew her gaze.

Although Lin Chanyi's glance was fleeting and perhaps even devoid of emotion, Chen Zhewen sensed it.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, sending a sharp, piercing pain through him.

But how can this physical pain compare to the humiliation and collapse in one's heart?

The stinging pain on her face, the fearful yet somewhat gloating looks from those around her, and... Lin Chanyi's last look.

That wasn't heartache, concern, or even sympathy.

It was disappointment, the utter disappointment that comes after watching a terrible performance.

An indescribable hatred and resentment, like a venomous snake, crawled out from the darkest corner of his heart, frantically tearing at his reason.

On what grounds?

Why is it that this poor kid who appeared out of nowhere deserves such respect from my great-grandfather?

Can someone decide someone's life or death with just a single sentence?

And yet... he could so easily steal all of his junior sister's attention?

Chen Zhewen gritted his teeth, and for the first time, undisguised resentment and malice appeared in his eyes.

……

……

The study on the second floor was much quieter than the hall downstairs.

The heavy solid wood door blocked out all sound, leaving only a faint scent of books and ink in the air.

Chen Long personally opened an antique sandalwood box and pushed it in front of Ye An.

Inside the box lay several medicinal herbs of different shapes and sizes. Some were shimmering and colorful, while others were withered and yellow, but all of them exuded a unique medicinal fragrance.

He pushed the box in front of Ye An, but his face showed no joy; instead, it was grave.

"Master Ye, these were collected according to the list you provided. However, the names you gave us are not quite the same as the current usage. We consulted many experienced herbalists and ancient books, but we still can't be 100% certain. These are the items you requested."

Ye An nodded and reached out to pick up one of the medicinal herbs that resembled a lingzhi mushroom but was entirely red.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Chen," he said. "This is already very good."

This is the truth.

The list he gave Chen Long contained the main ingredients for refining the Peiyuan Pill.

In this city where spiritual energy is scarce, finding even one or two plants is considered extremely lucky. The fact that Chen Long was able to gather almost half of them in such a short time shows that he had indeed put in his effort and used a great deal of energy.

Ye An knew that Jiangnan Province, located on a plain with a humid climate, was not suitable for the growth of medicinal herbs in some extremely cold or arid regions. The fact that they could find these herbs already demonstrated the Chen family's capabilities.

Chen Long breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Ye An showed no dissatisfaction.

Chen Zheyuan, who was behind him, also stepped forward at this moment, pushing in a large wooden box that was about half a person's height.

"Master Ye," Chen Zheyuan began, his tone tinged with a hint of eager anticipation, "Back in Xunlong Mountain, you mentioned that piece of rotten wood was also useful, so I paid special attention to it. I acquired this from a small village in a county below. Strangely enough, that village is a famous longevity village."

"Oh?" Ye An became interested.

Chen Zheyuan continued:

"The villagers say they often use the leaves of this tree to make tea, which is cooling and helps to reduce internal heat. I found it unusual and thought it might be the same thing as the rotten wood you mentioned, so I brought the whole thing to you. I don't know if it will be of any use to you."

Ye An stepped forward and unlocked the box.

When the lid of the box was opened, it wasn't some dead wood inside, but a small tree that was a little over a meter tall.

The tree was dug up entirely, roots and all. The bark was bluish-green and very smooth. The edges of the leaves had several notches, and the shapes were somewhat unusual.

Although it had been in the box for a while, it still looked very lively.

Ye An's gaze paused for a moment when he saw the small tree.

He reached out and gently touched the green bark with his fingertips, then picked up a leaf and smelled it.

A fresh scent of grass and trees, mixed with a faint trace of spiritual energy.

Sycamore wood.

It is still a living, first-tier sycamore tree that has already reached the next level.

Ye An's heart skipped a beat.

This is truly a stroke of luck!

He silently recited the Lesser Divine Mantra in his mind to suppress the excitement welling up from the bottom of his heart.

This thing is worth hundreds or thousands of times more than that box of medicinal herbs combined.

The paulownia tree is a spiritual tree that can grow and evolve indefinitely.

Although it takes at least two hundred years for a sapling to grow to the first level in places with scarce spiritual energy, once it survives, it can regulate the earth's veins, gather spiritual energy, and improve the surrounding environment on its own.

Many major cultivation sects possess similar spiritual wood as their sect's treasure, used to suppress the sect's fortune and create blessed lands.

Chen Zheyuan said that it was collected from the longevity village, which makes sense.

With these phoenix trees around, even the lowest grade, they can gradually improve the local environment and help ordinary people in the area live longer. This is perfectly normal.

This tree is a treasure from top to bottom, from its bark to its leaves and trunk.

The bark and leaves can be used to make talisman paper, the sap of the tree can be used as ink to draw talismans, and the trunk itself is an excellent material for making ritual implements, musical instruments and various wooden objects.

The most precious thing is the parasol tree fruit that it produces after it flowers and bears fruit. It is the main ingredient for refining the first-grade high-quality pill "Qingxin Pill".

The Heart-Clearing Pill, as its name suggests, has the effect of clearing the mind and brightening the spirit. It is one of the few pills that can directly enhance spiritual awareness.

For cultivators at the Innate Realm or even higher, the strength of their divine sense is sometimes more important than the depth of their true essence.

Ye An looked at the tree and already had a plan in mind.

He needs to find a place to plant this tree.

As long as this paulownia tree exists, he will have a continuous source of spiritual energy and a base for materials.