I Betrayed My Family and Devoted Myself to the Demonic Empress

Chapter 3: What a Vicious White Lotus:

Silence.

A deathly silence.

In the grand hall, Ye Chuchen looked at his stunned sisters, Ye Xuan, who was secretly enjoying the show, and his father—no, the aloof and untouchable Patriarch of the Ye Clan, Ye Ding.

Ye Chuchen let out a deep breath.

He straightened his back, feeling an unprecedented sense of relief and freedom.

“Brother Chuchen, hurry and apologize to Father! Stop making Father and our sisters angry.”

Ye Xuan’s soft, concerned voice echoed through the hall, snapping Ye Chuchen out of his thoughts and breaking the heavy silence.

When Ye Chuchen declared that he wanted to leave the Ye Clan and sever his ties with his father, Ye Ding and his sisters were genuinely shocked.

They…

They might hate Ye Chuchen, look down on him, and see him as a burden.

But…

But Ye Chuchen was still Ye Ding’s biological son. He was Ye Han and Ye Qingqing’s blood-related younger brother. He was Ye Linger’s real older brother.

Blood was thicker than water!

All they wanted was for Ye Chuchen to relinquish the title of Holy Son to Ye Xuan. It wasn’t a big deal.

If he just agreed, wouldn’t that be the best outcome for everyone?

Why did he have to make things so difficult by talking about severing ties and leaving the clan?

They never intended to kick Ye Chuchen out of the family. After all, he was no longer the most dazzling genius of the Mythic Desolation Continent. He was now a cripple, a man with no cultivation.

Without the Ye Clan’s protection.

Without Ye Ding’s shelter.

Without Ye Han, Ye Qingqing, and the others looking after him.

Ye Chuchen wouldn’t even make it out of the clan’s gates before being devoured by the beasts lurking in the deep mountains.

Did he not understand how ruthless the cultivation world was? Did he not know that the wilderness was teeming with ferocious monsters?

If he knew, then why would he still say something so absurd as cutting ties with the clan and leaving?

Ye Ding was baffled.

Ye Qingqing, Ye Han, and Ye Linger were just as confused.

The Ye Chuchen they knew had always been an obedient lapdog, wagging his tail and desperately seeking their approval. Even when kicked aside, he still came crawling back.

Yet today…

He was standing tall?

What gave him such confidence? Had his cultivation returned?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!!

“Brother Chuchen, don’t be impulsive! Don’t say such things in anger!”

Seeing Ye Ding hesitate and his sisters momentarily silenced by Ye Chuchen’s words, Ye Xuan—only ten years old—once again revealed his white lotus nature.

Ye Xuan walked up to Ye Chuchen, his chubby little hands tugging at Ye Chuchen’s sleeve, his face full of worry and concern.

“Brother Chuchen, even though you often steal our sisters’ treasures and broke Father’s favorite pill furnace a few days ago… these are just small matters. Father and our sisters aren’t truly angry with you.”

“As long as you apologize to Father and our sisters, kneel, and beg for their forgiveness, they will definitely—”

“We’re all family. Can’t we talk things through? Why do you have to threaten Father and our sisters?”

“Father is the Patriarch of the Ye Clan, a true Saint-level powerhouse. He won’t give in just because of your threats.”

Boom!

The moment Ye Xuan finished speaking, a nameless fire surged in the hearts of Ye Ding and the sisters, burning fiercely.

Threaten.

So this brat was threatening them?!

No wonder!

No wonder he dared to say he wanted to leave the Ye Clan and sever ties!

He must have thought that Ye Ding was soft-hearted, that he still cared for their father-son relationship, and that he would cave under pressure just to keep the title of Holy Son in the family.

Such scheming. Such viciousness!

Ye Linger, Ye Han, and Ye Qingqing’s gazes toward Ye Chuchen instantly filled with disgust and contempt.

“Ye Chuchen, you’re so manipulative! If not for Xiao Xuan pointing it out, I would have fallen for your act!”

“Exactly! Talking about leaving the Ye Clan and severing ties—do you even have the guts?”

“Using such a cruel scheme against your own family… Ye Chuchen, I really misjudged you!!”

…

Faced with their accusations, Ye Chuchen didn’t argue.

Instead, he forcefully shook off Ye Xuan’s hand, removing the little white lotus’s grip on his sleeve.

Ye Xuan was deliberately fanning the flames, twisting the narrative to suit his own agenda. Ye Chuchen could see that clearly. But he had no intention of explaining himself.

His only goal was to leave the Ye Clan and cut ties with Ye Ding.

That was the only thing that mattered.

He had already given up on this so-called family!

The more Ye Xuan stirred up trouble, the greater his chances of leaving the Ye Clan.

What a vicious white lotus!!

“You unfilial son! You wretched child!!”

“If you spent even half this effort on cultivating, your strength would have already recovered by now!!”

Now fully enraged, Ye Ding released his terrifying Saint’s pressure once again, attempting to crush Ye Chuchen into submission—to make him kneel before him like in the past, obedient and begging for mercy.

Crack! Crack!

Under the immense pressure, the sound of bones fracturing echoed through the hall.

Blood once again trickled from the corner of Ye Chuchen’s mouth.

Yet no matter how strong the pressure grew, Ye Chuchen remained standing tall.

With his mortal body, he resisted the crushing force of a Saint.

Even though it inflicted severe internal injuries.

This time, he would not kneel!

He would never bow again!!

“Hmph, disgraceful wretch!!”

Just as the Saint’s pressure was about to reduce Ye Chuchen to a pile of broken bones, Ye Ding suddenly withdrew his aura.

He let out a cold snort, but the hatred and resentment in his heart toward Ye Chuchen had reached an all-time high.

“You forced my hand, unfilial son!!”

Even a tiger wouldn’t eat its own cubs, and Ye Ding didn’t dare to truly kill Ye Chuchen.

Moreover, Ye Chuchen was still the greatest benefactor of the Ye Clan. If he died at Ye Ding’s hands, how would the clan members view their Patriarch?

But this wretched son dared to threaten him?

Did he think Ye Ding truly wouldn’t expel him from the clan?

He was gravely mistaken!

As the Patriarch of the Ye Clan, as a Saint-level powerhouse, Ye Ding despised being threatened the most.

And now, the one threatening him was none other than his own worthless son!!

If Ye Chuchen dared to defy him today, what was stopping him from turning against him tomorrow?

Unforgivable!!

The more he thought about it, the more furious Ye Ding became. His face turned cold as he let out a chilling snort.

“I hereby declare—”

“Patriarch! Patriarch, wait!!”

Just as Ye Ding was about to announce Ye Chuchen’s expulsion from the clan, hurried footsteps echoed through the hall.

The clan’s steward, Butler Fu, rushed in holding a jade-green pill bottle in his trembling hands.

No one cared what Butler Fu was saying.

All eyes were locked on the emerald pill bottle in his hands.

Ye Xuan’s face lit up with excitement, and the fire-attribute spiritual energy in his body surged uncontrollably.

Even though the bottle had not been opened, the overwhelming fire-elemental aura it emitted immediately captivated everyone present.

The pill inside…

Its grade was definitely extraordinary!

Ye Chuchen’s expression darkened.

Not good.

He suddenly remembered what was about to happen next.

But Butler Fu, desperate to clear Ye Chuchen’s name, continued speaking hurriedly.

“Patriarch! Ladies! You… you have wronged the Holy Son!!”

“The Holy Son never stole the Millennium Fire Reishi! In fact… when he heard that Young Master Xiao Xuan needed it to break through, he…”