Chapter 102 The Missing Sisters of the Zhou Family

“Long live the master, and may the martial world be united under you!”
Without hesitation, Ye Xiaomei knelt down, her gaze toward Ye Tian flickering with boundless fervor, as if he were the light of her entire life.
Too powerful—simply too powerful!
With such a formidable master, what more could she wish for?
Barely in his twenties, yet capable of annihilating shadow-level experts in an instant, his martial prowess approaching the realm of a Martial King, and wielding a body of enigmatic immortal arts!
As long as she served him well, what could she not obtain?
“Enough, you can stop flattering me now…”
Despite his skyrocketing cultivation, Ye Tian’s mood was far from pleasant. With each advancement, his true dragon bloodline was further awakened.
Now, within his chest, his dragon heart stirred restlessly, the power of his bloodline surging forth.
This was bad.
Currently, only Senior Sister Gu’s pure yin constitution could suppress it, but she was injured and unfit for any exertion.
Aside from her, there was only Gu Qing’er.
That girl… Forget it, they barely knew each other.
Thinking of this, Ye Tian grew anxious. In his present state, he could last at most another week; if he didn’t find a way to suppress it, he would either lose his sanity and become a monster ruled by uncontrollable desire,
or, worse, be utterly overwhelmed by his bloodline’s power and die on the spot!
“Senior Sister, please recover soon,” Ye Tian prayed silently.
Otherwise, your junior will explode right before your eyes.
“By the way, Master, Miss Tang is looking for you. She said she wanted to grant you some… position?” Ye Xiaomei explained.
“It’s a military rank,” Ye Tian replied.
“Yes, that’s it! A military rank! Master, you’re going to be an official!” Ye Xiaomei was elated.
“What official? It’s just an honorary title, not even a real position.”
He waved his hand, refusing to look at Ye Xiaomei kneeling at his feet. From his lofty vantage, he gazed down at her mysterious depths, and his lower abdomen burned with heat.
If he kept looking, he feared he would lose control.
“Add my contact information first. When there’s work, I’ll call you. For now, rest in the Ye Family estate.”
“Yes, Master.”
Leaving the basement, Ye Tian headed straight for the Itou family’s headquarters. Tang Wanyue was already waiting in the hall, her face weary—she likely hadn’t slept all night.
“Ye Tian, you really have a way—mid-battle, you whisked away that Japanese girl, and only returned this morning.”
“Don’t be sarcastic. You know I didn’t do anything.”
Ye Tian replied, annoyed.

“Hmm, your aura seems even stronger now!”
Suddenly, Tang Wanyue’s eyes widened, as if she’d made an unexpected discovery.
Wait!
This guy was at the Northern Dipper Realm—the Northern Dipper Realm isn’t so easy to break through!
She herself was stuck in the late stage of the Mount Tai Realm, unable to progress; it would take her at least another two or three years of accumulation before she had a chance. Yet Ye Tian was only a few years older than she was, and breakthroughs for him seemed as effortless as eating or drinking.
“Be honest with me—what realm are you at now?”
Due to the vast difference in martial cultivation, Tang Wanyue couldn’t even see through Ye Tian’s level.
“Late stage.”
Northern Dipper Realm, late stage!
At this, the renowned prodigy, the general of the Northern Defense Army, hailed as the number one genius beauty, was utterly speechless.
Tang Wanyue fell silent.
As the saying goes, mountains beyond mountains, people beyond people—comparison only breeds resentment. At this moment, Tang Wanyue no longer wanted to speak to Ye Tian; she turned away from him and said nothing.
Ye Tian was puzzled and asked,
“Didn’t you say you had something to discuss? Why so quiet all of a sudden?”
“Get lost!”
She kicked him, and finally, with impatience, said, “Given your elimination of the major Japanese assassin organization, my father contacted the higher-ups and secured a major general’s rank for you.”
“From now on, you’ll receive a monthly stipend of fifty thousand yuan, and if you wish to take up an official post, your treatment will naturally be adjusted accordingly.”
“So, even if I don’t work, I’ll get fifty thousand yuan a month?” Ye Tian asked.
“Yes, that’s right.”
Tang Wanyue nodded.
“Other than that, your status is elevated; nothing particularly special, really.”
“As for your major general’s warrant, in a few days I’ll arrange for someone to deliver it to you personally. The procedures are already submitted; you’re officially a major general now.”
After explaining, the ponytailed girl waved her hand, yawned, and left.
Was that all?
Watching her sway away, Ye Tian was speechless. Fifty thousand yuan a month meant little to him now.
As for the rank, it was utterly useless—perhaps it might even become a constraint.
The urgent matter was still his dragon heart!
Yet, as he fretted over how to resolve the dragon heart issue, his phone rang.
It was Zhou Manshan calling.

“Ye Tian, have my two daughters come to your place?”
On the other end, Zhou Manshan sounded anxious.
“Since ten o’clock last night, Mangyun and Xiaoxiao left and haven’t replied to any of my messages. I’m worried—could Xu Manjin have kidnapped them again?”
“No, Xu Manjin won’t bother them anymore.” Ye Tian replied.
Zhou Manshan didn’t know that Xu Manjin had already died by Ye Tian’s hand, his ashes likely scattered in the Yangtze River.
“Uncle Zhou, please calm down. I’ll help you find them.”
Ye Tian frowned. “Send me their birth dates and times.”
“Alright.”
Soon, Zhou Manshan sent the sisters’ birth information via text message.
“Rest assured at home. I’ll bring them back.”
Upon receiving the information, Ye Tian replied without hesitation, and hung up before Zhou Manshan could thank him.
He then used their birth data to calculate, murmuring under his breath:
“Yang people born of Jia and Ji, Yin people born of Yi and Geng, Bing and Xin children face secret harm, Ding king absent from kin’s hands, Wu and Gui lost objects do not return.”
After a simple calculation, Ye Tian’s brows furrowed deeply.
“A dire omen!”
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Jiang Province, Yingtian City.
A vast estate, lush with greenery.
Within the deep courtyards—
“Young Master Assevis, the two girls you took a fancy to when passing through Zhongdu have been brought here for you.”
An elderly man in formal attire approached a blond, blue-eyed young man, speaking respectfully.
“Then hurry up and bring them in!”
The young foreigner spoke fluent Dragon Language, his tone full of disdain. His gaze toward the elder was as if he were looking at a mere swine.
“Don’t waste my time. If you ruin my mood, the Jin family will never survive in Yingtian City!”
“Yes, yes, right away!”
The old man hurriedly clapped his hands and retreated obsequiously.
Soon, a group of muscular, bare-chested foreign enforcers appeared, carrying two large burlap sacks forward.