Chapter 415: All Is Within the Foolish Laughter!

The middle-aged man's stern face bore fatigue, and his eyes were tinged red.

His beard around the jaw was unkempt, and his hair was also somewhat disheveled.

"Master, long time no see."

His voice was low and pleasant, yet as mellow as aged wine.

Ye Qingran thought for a moment; indeed, it had been a long time.

"Your performance was good."

Ye Qingran raised an eyebrow and smiled.

Feng Mian scratched his head and smiled.

He truly had been racing under star and moon, not as the outsiders claimed, but because he genuinely missed this master.

He couldn't wait to see her!

Heaven knows how delighted he was when Ye Qingran sent her a message, saying he needed to cooperate in a performance.

With almost no delay, he rushed from the Xuan Yuan Wang Chao across countless miles.

Few in the outside world know that the Sect Master Feng Mian of the Divine Medicine Sect, a top-tier medical sect in the Central Region, is actually a disciple of Ye Qingran.

Calling him a disciple is actually not quite accurate.

After all, without the formal ceremony of taking a master, it cannot be considered a true master‑disciple relationship.

Nevertheless, in Feng Mian's eyes, a teacher for a day is a teacher for life.

If not for Ye Qingran's teachings and guidance, he would not have achieved today, nor would the Divine Medicine Sect have.

Moreover, Ye Qingran is also his savior.

She once rescued him from peril, giving him the courage to live.

Ye Qingran had actually corrected Feng Mian many times, but since he was willing to call her that, she agreed.

By their count, the two had not seen each other for three years.

The last time she passed the Divine Medicine Sect, Feng Mian happened to be traveling abroad, so they missed each other, and Feng Mian was annoyed for a long time.

Before arriving, Feng Mian felt he had much to say, but when he truly saw Ye Qingran, all the words turned into a foolish laugh.

Everything lies within that foolish laugh!

The master and disciple chatted for a quarter of an hour.

"Alright, that's enough; you should be out now. In other words, you don't need my teaching any longer, right?"

Feng Mian was reluctant to part.

However, he now has a mission, and besides, he's already in Xiliang City, so he still has opportunities ahead.

"Then master, I'll leave first."

Feng Mian left the Ye Residence, and a crowd of common folk, seeing him emerge, swarmed around him.

"Sect Master, may I ask how Ye Qingran is doing?"

"Is she alright? With your medical skill, you can save her, right?"

"Sect Master, we are also worried about her; just tell us!"

Facing countless curious gazes, Feng Mian wore a sorrowful expression, finally sighing, shaking his head, and leapt onto his horse.

Just as he was about to leave, a clear, resonant voice rang out from the crowd.

"I wonder if the Sect Master of the Divine Medicine Sect knows what incurable disease my sister has?"

The voice sounded oddly yin‑yang, yet carried a sense of familiarity.

The crowd followed the voice, and saw two black silhouettes reflected in their pupils.

One man, one woman.

Both wore black robes, black conical hats covering their heads, with black veils hanging down, obscuring their faces.

This woman calls Ye Qingran sister?

Is she a member of the Ye Family?

"May I ask who you are?"

Feng Mian asked.

The woman in black did not answer immediately, but paced toward Feng Mian, and the crowd instinctively cleared a path.

When she drew near, the woman finally reached up, removed her hat, and revealed a stunningly beautiful face.

Upon seeing her face, the crowd was dumbfounded, as if they had seen a ghost.

"This... Ye Huanhuan?!"

Since the day Ye Qingran defeated the Qingyun Sword Immortal and eliminated the Wind and Cloud Disciple Ling Qingwu of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect, Ye Huanhuan had vanished without a trace.

As if she had evaporated from the world.

For a long time, no one heard that name.

Some said Ye Huanhuan was dead.

Others said she escaped Xiliang City and became a destitute beggar.

Still others said she was noticed by a high‑ranking official because of her striking beauty...

Now, she's back?

Ye Huanhuan faced the crowd, her exquisite beauty even more radiant than before.

In her gaze was unprecedented sharpness and a near‑mad sense of triumph.

"Not bad, I am Ye Huanhuan! I have returned!"

She shouted, her voice infused with heavy Mysterious Force, echoing into the distance!

She wants everyone in Xiliang City to know that she, Ye Huanhuan, is not dead, nor the destitute figure of rumors; she lives better than anyone!

Ye Huanhuan?

A hint of dark light flashed across Feng Mian's eyes.

This woman is actually Ye Huanhuan!

Feng Mian clenched the hand inside his sleeve.

If it weren't for the mission he carries, he would really want to kill her on the spot!

Upon hearing that Ye Huanhuan had returned, Ye Yu and Zhao Shi from the manor stumbled out in a rush.

"Huan'er?"

Ye Yu's eyebrows were shaking from excitement.

"Wuu~"

Zhao Shi had her tongue torn out, she can no longer speak, only able to make the "wuu" sound.

But in her widened eyes, the excitement was about to overflow.

Huanhuan, her Huanhuan has returned!

"Father, Mother, I'm back!"

Ye Huanhuan was very calm.

When she saw Ye Yu and Zhao Shi, her heart no longer held the feelings from before.

To her, Zhao Shi and Ye Yu were nothing but two useless wastes!

That's all!

However, she would not show it.

"Father, Mother, during the time I was away, have you been well?"

Zhao Shi again began the excited "wu-wu-wu".

Not good, not good at all, that bitch Ye Qingran—she bullied people too much, she ripped out my tongue! I hate her, I want her to also experience having her tongue ripped out! Furthermore, I will have her drawn and quartered, death by a thousand cuts, to ease my hatred!

Best to kill her two children as well!

Zhao Shi's face was full of malice.

"Huanhuan, that rebellious woman Ye Qingran is no good to us at all, especially during the time you were away—she's utterly heartless! You must not be like her!"

Ye Yu sighed.

Looking at Ye Huanhuan's gaze, it was as if he saw a lifeline.

This daughter is Ye Yu's last hope!

"Don't worry, it won't happen."

"Huanhuan, how have you been during this time?"

Ye Huanhuan smirked proudly, "I've been doing quite well."

Many people couldn't bear to watch.

"Ye Huanhuan, how dare you come back? Five years ago, on Broken Soul Abyss, you did those things to Ye Qingran—we all know about it!"

"Exactly! You shameless wretch! You dug out people's spiritual roots, ruined their appearances, and even harmed their children!"

"You're utterly despicable and shameless—people like you belong in hell!"

People pointed and gossiped, their words filled with hatred for Ye Huanhuan.

Originally, her disappearing without a trace would have been fine, but she dared to come back?!

Who gave her the face to return?

Facing the condemnation of thousands, Ye Huanhuan smiled calmly.

If it were the past, she would have long felt nowhere to hide, dying of shame.

But she is no longer the Ye Huanhuan of before.

When a person has experienced despair, having walked from the gates of hell and back, many things can be seen lightly.

What Ye Huanhuan used to care about most was her reputation.

But now, she cares about nothing.

Because she realized that only great strength is truly useful.

Everything else is worthless!

"Hahaha~"

Ye Huanhuan first gave a cold smile, then laughed louder and louder, finally bursting into uproarious laughter that made her tremble.