Even the smallest decorative accents spoke volumes about the staggering depth of the clan's foundation, capable of displaying such extravagant ornamentation without hesitation.
Emblazoned onto the flank of the Qilin carriage was an emblem belonging exclusively to the Ye Clan—a stylized crest centered around the pitch-black character Ye, surrounded by intricate, ancient patterns.
Across the entire Immortal World, not a single soul failed to recognize this insignia, for it stood as the absolute symbol of supreme status.
Xia He and Qiu Lan stepped forward to the Qilin carriage in unison, lifting the luxurious curtains on either side.
With a effortless leap, Ye Yun boarded the Qilin carriage, stepping directly inside without even needing to stoop.
"Depart."
Xia He voiced the command clear and sharp before stepping into the carriage alongside Qiu Lan.
Receiving the order, the four divine Qilins immediately sprang into motion.
The Qilin carriage lurked forward smoothly, ascending directly into the open sky.
All around the floating palace, flocks of rare spiritual beasts scattered frantically in every direction, forced to yield the path before the four Qilins.
Even terrifyingly powerful beasts prudently veered aside the moment they caught sight of the Qilin carriage.
The master seated within this carriage was the Young Master of the Ye Clan—their absolute sovereign and master.
Along the elevated causeways and perimeter towers, armored guards snapped to rigid attention, bowing their heads in unison.
The servants scattered around the palace grounds dropped to their knees the moment they saw the carriage rise, bowing low to respectfully send off the young master.
Seated inside the vessel, Ye Yun extended his divine sense outward, capturing every detail of his surroundings with absolute clarity.
Holding such a remarkably elevated identity, a single word summed up his inner mood: exhilarating!
Incomparably, outrageously exhilarating!
A vast distance separated Ye Yun's private palace from the grand palace occupied by his father, Ye Changkong.
Traversing that expanse via standard flight methods would inevitably consume a considerable amount of time.
Right then, the cyan-scaled Wind Qilin began to radiate soft, shimmering ripples of azure light.
A surge of wind-manipulating power flowed outward from its body, enveloping the remaining three divine beasts.
The stride of the four Qilins quickened dramatically, accelerating the carriage into a blinding speed.
A streak of azure light flashed across the firmament, shooting toward the horizon like a falling star.
Yet within the cabin of the Qilin carriage, Ye Yun experienced not the slightest vibration, resting in absolute, unwavering stability.
Xia He and Qiu Lan attended to Ye Yun with meticulous care.
Kneeling behind him, Qiu Lan gently massaged his shoulders, her tender movements executed with deliberate care as though afraid of causing him the slightest discomfort.
Beside him, Xia He carefully peeled immortal fruits, holding each sweet bite up to his lips.
Ye Yun occasionally brushed his teeth against her delicate fingertips as he took the fruit, swallowing the morsels whole.
Having her fingers caught gently in his mouth caused a flush of faint crimson to bloom across Xia He's cheeks, yet she harbored not the slightest desire to pull back.
Both she and Qiu Lan had been destined from the start to spend their entire lives at Ye Yun's side.
Naturally assuming the roles of concubine maidservants in the future, neither would ever refuse such intimacy.
Living such a decadent, extravagant lifestyle, Ye Yun tasted a thrill unlike anything he had ever known.
He had no intention of letting this pleasure prove fleeting; he wanted this luxury to last forever.
To achieve that, he needed to utterly destroy every single Child of Fortune destined to trample him into the dirt.
Only by wiping them out entirely could he enjoy this life indefinitely.
A dark, dangerously charming smile touched Ye Yun's lips as he looked forward with rising anticipation to the kind of Children of Fortune he would soon encounter.
...
At the absolute center of the Ye Clan domain stood an enormous, towering palace complex.
This grand architecture dwarfed even Ye Yun's personal residence, serving as the official seat of Ye Changkong.
It housed not only his administrative halls, but also his private quarters and sprawling imperial gardens.
Its lavish luxury far exceeded even the grandeur of Ye Yun's estate.
Emerald peaks enveloped the perimeter, bathed in lush verdance and lingering immortal mist.
Exotic beasts wandered freely across the terrain, including rare species long thought extinct in the wider Immortal World.
Inside the central hall, Ye Changkong had just finished reviewing clan matters when a shadow materialized out of thin air within the chamber.
Without even raising his head, Ye Changkong asked in a flat tone.
"How stands the situation? Has the Young Master awakened?"
Though his posture remained completely composed, a subtle thread of anxiety churned beneath his calm exterior.
His agitation stemmed entirely from his son's sudden qi deviation; as a father, he could not help but worry deeply over his only child.
He simply refused to display such vulnerability before his subordinates.
The shadow coalesced into a humanoid form, kneeling respectfully on one knee while keeping his gaze lowered away from Ye Changkong.
A raspy, muffled voice echoed through the hall.
"Patriarch, the Young Master has awakened and is currently traveling toward your hall."
"Hmm?"
Hearing the report, Ye Changkong felt a surge of confusion.
What was going on?
Having just suffered a severe qi deviation, why would his son head straight to his hall upon waking rather than resting properly?
Unable to make sense of the situation, Ye Changkong asked tentatively.
"The Young Master... is unharmed?"
Hearing the inquiry, the shadow nodded repeatedly.
"Indeed. According to my observations, the Young Master displays zero lingering ill effects from a qi deviation; he appears completely recovered."
Ye Changkong remained puzzled, yet knowing Ye Yun was already en route, he realized he would receive his answers soon enough.
With a light wave of his hand, Ye Changkong instructed.
"Very well. You are dismissed; continue to guard the Young Master closely."
"Understood."
The shadow bowed before dissolving into a cloud of dark smoke, vanishing from the grand chamber.
Gazing toward the distance, Ye Changkong projected his voice into the open air.
"Yao, Yun'er has awakened. Come to the main hall."
Simultaneously, deep within the imperial gardens.
A woman sat wrapped in a white gown, its hem embroidered with soaring immortal birds, draped beneath a delicate layer of sheer white silk.
The gentle breeze stirred her robes, exuding an ethereal grace as her silken black hair spilled freely down to her waist, outlining a flawless figure.
This was Yun Yao—wife of Ye Changkong and mother to Ye Yun.
Yet seated among the blossoms, she harbored zero desire to admire the scenery.
The imperial gardens of the Ye Clan spanned a vast territory, brimming with rare plants and precious floral species.
Many of these exotic flowers served as invaluable ingredients for high-tier pills, yet here they grew simply as garden decorations.
Even such exquisite, rare blossoms failed to catch Yun Yao's interest in the slightest.
"Yun'er, when will you wake up...? Your mother worries for you so..."
Sitting alone, she murmured under her breath, memories of her son flitting through her mind.
Her delicate brows knit tightly in a expression of quiet sorrow.
"Yao, Yun'er has awakened. Come to the main hall."
Right then, a familiar voice resonated clearly beside her ear.
Hearing that her son had finally regained consciousness, Yun Yao stood up instantly.
Her eyes turned toward the direction of the main hall as she hurried toward it without a moment's delay.