CHAPTER 398: CHAPTER 260: THE GLORY OF THE YUN RESIDENCE

High-level warriors clashing in duel, especially those of the Martial Saint Level, how could they not undergo Beast Blood Frenzy in the final battle?

Yun Bahe back then, it was also in the last critical moment, through Beast Blood Frenzy, that he managed to fight Tian Quezi to a standstill.

Upon learning that he could not undergo Beast Blood Frenzy, Yun Bahe’s tall figure trembled slightly, although he was still somewhat in disbelief, Yun Sheng’s affirmative tone left him momentarily disheartened.

He reflected and realized that, indeed, since about eight years ago, he had not undergone Beast Blood Frenzy anymore.

Beside the fact that within Great Zhou City there were few worthy opponents to trigger his Beast Blood Frenzy, another reason was that Beast Blood Frenzy inherently takes a heavy toll on the body.

Especially for those at a higher Martial Realm, martial artists would be unable to use their fighting spirit for a certain period of time after going berserk.

"Sheng’er, are you certain? How can I suddenly be unable to undergo Beast Blood Frenzy?" Yun Canglang also showed an anxious expression.

As a martial artist, he understood well that, with little difference in martial capabilities, if Tian Quezi could undergo Beast Blood Frenzy while Yun Bahe could not, Yun Bahe would undoubtedly be doomed to defeat.

"I am certain, as for the cause of this phenomenon, I am temporarily helpless," said Yun Sheng, puzzled. She was sure that there were no signs of poisoning or internal injuries in Yun Bahe’s body; it was just that his blood was very strange.

For the moment, she couldn’t find any solution.

If the issue had been discovered earlier, she might have been able to find a targeted cure, but with the duel against Tian Quezi just ten days away, it was all too late.

"Sheng’er, you must have a way, you even healed Second Uncle’s hand, can’t you..." Yun Canglang pleaded with Yun Sheng, having believed her words.

The usually contentious Yun Bahe, at this moment, however, remained silent, with a somber expression as he sat down on the Taishi Chair.

Uncle Yun couldn’t help but urge, "Master, please consider your servant’s plea, just this one contest you are still..."

Yun Bahe let out a wistful smile, with a trace of weariness in his voice: "Yun Song, don’t you understand? Yun Residence is already in too deep."

Yun Sheng remained silent.

The light in Yun Canglang’s eyes darkened, while Uncle Yun’s old eyes couldn’t help but moisten.

Everyone in the room understood that this battle was about much more than just Yun Bahe’s honor; it wasn’t only about the ownership of a quarter of the Purple Gold Vein, but it concerned the lives of more than a hundred people from the Yun Residence.

Emperor of Great Zhou’s recent actions made it very clear that he intended to deal with the Yun Residence, but had been held back by Yun Bahe’s presence.

If Yun Bahe could not even defend the honor of the Martial Saint, then what was the point of keeping the Yun Residence around?

"Young lady, let me ask you one more question, if I... insist on undergoing Beast Blood Frenzy, what would be the outcome?" Yun Bahe lifted his eyes, filled with nothing but resolve.

"After one frenzy, you might at best completely lose your fighting spirit, at worst be left crippled, and if you are carelessly injured by an enemy, you would die from your blood exploding within," Yun Sheng stated word by word.

In Yun Sheng’s words, there was not the slightest hint of a joke.

She was serious.

She even wanted to, like Uncle Yun, open her mouth to advise Yun Bahe not to force himself.

"I’m tired, Yun Song, see the guests out," Yun Bahe said wearily as he closed his eyes and raised his hand, making a gesture to dismiss the guests.

Yun Bahe had made up his mind; he would rather die from a failed Beast Blood transformation than flee from battle and be the laughingstock of the entire Great Zhou.

Uncle Yun, with no other choice, left the room along with Yun Canglang and Yun Sheng.

"Uncle Yun, please bring me the old general’s regular diet and the elixirs he has been taking to have a look," even though Yun Bahe had made up his mind, Yun Sheng still suspected that Yun Bahe’s physical condition was the result of someone’s tampering.

If it could be confirmed as foul play, then there might still be a chance for the situation to turn around.

Uncle Yun had always been personally in charge of Yun Bahe’s diet. Therefore, he quickly brought over Yun Bahe’s food and elixirs, presenting them to Yun Sheng for review one by one.

After inspecting each item, Yun Sheng found no issues.

"Is that everything? Uncle Yun, think again, is there anything missing?" Yun Sheng reminded Uncle Yun.

"There’s truly nothing else. The Old General now holds an idle position at the court and is not accustomed to social engagements. If there really is something omitted... Ah, yes, the Third Miss brews soup for the master every day," Uncle Yun suddenly recalled this detail.

Apart from the dietary care and elixirs he had arranged, the only addition was the soup from the Third Miss.

"Yun Cangxue’s brewed soup? What kind of soups are these?" Yun Sheng also noticed that since the incident at the Yun Residence, he hadn’t seen Yun Cangxue.

Logically, after such a major incident at the birthday feast, and as the de facto ruler of the Yun Residence, how could Yun Cangxue not make any inquiries?

"Just the usual chicken soup, ginseng soup. Every afternoon, the master would drink a bowl," Uncle Yun found it odd; why suddenly was Yun Sheng asking about this?

"Uncle Yun, starting tomorrow, secretly instruct the servants to save a little of the soup given to the Old General. Remember, the leftover soup should be sent to the medical hall," Yun Sheng ordered.

"Sheng’er, are you suspecting the Third Sister? It’s impossible, how could she harm our father," Yun Canglang protested unbelievingly.

"I am merely suspicious. After I’ve inspected the leftover soup, we’ll know," Yun Sheng also took a portion of the elixirs that Yun Bahe had been taking.

As night deepened, Yun Bahe sat alone in his room.

Since his wife’s death more than twenty years ago, he had not remarried, living alone in the vast residence.

In the courtyard, red lanterns from the birthday feast swayed in the nightly breeze.

Yun Bahe alone stepped out of the courtyard.

He opened his hand and looked at his palm. Compared to years past, his hands had aged considerably.

With a flicker, Yun Bahe’s figure quickly swept out of the courtyard.

"Who’s there!" The Hidden Guards concealed within the Yun Residence heard a disturbance.

"It’s me. There’s no need to follow. This old man is going out for a walk," said Yun Bahe, his voice blending with the night and disappearing into the vast darkness.

The streets of Yujing were now deserted.

Yun Bahe followed the long street all the way to the outside of the Little Ci’en Hall.

Without making any noise or alerting anyone inside the medical hall, he entered the courtyard and stepped into a room that was slightly ajar.

It was a narrow but tidy room with only the simplest furniture, and on the bed lay a person.

Within the icy blue Yun Meng Ice Sleep Magic Array, Yun Canghai lay as silent as countless nights before, in a serene stillness.

He seemed to be quietly asleep, without making a sound.

Yun Bahe, familiar with the place, walked around the head of the bed and sat down, gazing at his son on the bed—the son who once made him furiously angry, yet also the son he was most proud of in his life.

One lay in quiet repose, the other sat in utter silence.

Unnoticed, more than half the night passed by.

No one knew that for the past few months, Yun Bahe had been visiting the Little Ci’en Hall every other day, sitting there for three to four hours from the third watch until dawn.