Conquest of Taboo and Debauchery

Chapter 130: 130: Ye Lingtian’s Death

Ye Fei's eyes narrowed as he blocked Ye Yu's attack effortlessly. With a swift motion, he extended his right hand like lightning, grabbing Ye Yu by the throat.

Ye Yu's face contorted in shock. He tried to evade by bending backward, but Ye Fei was too fast. Before he could react, Ye Fei had him by the neck, lifting him effortlessly.

Even as he struggled, Ye Yu could hardly believe what was happening. Was this the same Ye Fei, the supposedly weak boy he had always underestimated?

Ye Fei tightened his grip, his fingers digging into Ye Yu's throat until his face turned purple. "Hand over the antidote, and I'll let you live!" Ye Fei demanded. He knew the odds were slim, but there was still a faint hope. Perhaps the information he had on the poison was outdated, and the Evil God Organization had developed an antidote since then.

But Ye Yu just stared at him, a strange calm settling over his face. Then, to Ye Fei's surprise, Ye Yu sighed and said, "I didn't expect you to be the one hiding all along. Maybe the Ye family really is destined to survive."

"I'm not here for your riddles," Ye Fei snapped, his patience wearing thin. "Where is the antidote?"

Ye Yu let out a cold laugh. "There is no antidote. Even the Evil God Organization hasn't figured it out. Whether he survives or not, Ye Lingtian will be nothing more than a madman. You can't save him." His laughter grew louder, filled with a twisted satisfaction, as if reveling in the chaos he had caused.

Ye Fei's eyes darkened, suspicion creeping into his mind. Something didn't add up. Why would Ye Yu hate Ye Lingtian so much? Even if he was driven by greed and ambition, his hatred seemed too deep. Could it be that there was someone else behind all this? Someone who had planted Ye Yu in the Ye family from the very beginning?

The more Ye Fei thought about it, the more certain he became. This wasn't just about controlling the Ye family—there had to be a bigger plan at play. His thoughts drifted to the troubles the Liu family had been facing recently. Could it all be connected?

But there was no time to dwell on it now. Ye Fei loosened his grip slightly, giving Ye Yu a chance to speak. "Who's behind you?"

Ye Yu chuckled, his arrogance undiminished. "It's no use. Even if I told you, you wouldn't survive long enough to act. The people you're up against are far beyond anything you can handle. I suggest you let me go. That would be the smartest thing you could do."

Ye Fei's expression darkened. "Don't play games with me, Ye Yu. Tell me who it is, or I'll end you right now."

But Ye Yu just smirked. "Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't dare say their name. If I do, they'll come for me, and I'd rather die at your hands than theirs."

"Then you leave me no choice," Ye Fei said coldly. Without hesitation, he tightened his grip, snapping Ye Yu's neck with a sickening *crack.

For a moment, Ye Yu's face froze in disbelief, as if he couldn't fathom that Ye Fei had actually killed him. But it was too late—his body slumped to the ground, lifeless.

*Thud

Casting aside Ye Yu's corpse, Ye Fei rushed to his second uncle, who was barely clinging to life. "Second Uncle, how do you feel?" Ye Fei asked anxiously, his voice tinged with desperation.

Ye Lingtian's face was pale, and his breathing labored, but his eyes opened slightly, filled with clarity. Despite his weakened state, his mind was still sharp. He gazed at Ye Fei with a faint smile. "Xiaoman... You've grown strong... The Ye family will rely on you now," he whispered, struggling to speak.

"Uncle, hold on! I'll get help. I'll find a doctor!" Ye Fei exclaimed, panicking as he moved to place Ye Lingtian on the sofa so he could make a call.

But Ye Lingtian grabbed his arm weakly, shaking his head. "It's too late... I know my condition. Don't waste time. Listen carefully... Be wary of the people behind Ye Yu.

I've failed Xuyun and Jingjing this past years... I don't have the time to make it right. Promise me you'll take care of them."

Each word seemed to drain what little strength Ye Lingtian had left. He looked at Ye Fei with a mix of pride and sorrow.

Tears welled up in Ye Fei's eyes as he nodded, unable to stop the flood of emotions. "I promise, Uncle. I'll take care of them," he said, his voice trembling.

"Good boy... Don't cry. Be strong," Lingtian whispered, his hand weakly reaching up to wipe away Ye Fei's tears.

At that moment, footsteps echoed in the room. Ye Fei turned to see Zhang Yide entering with a group of men. The moment Zhang Yide saw Lingtian on the sofa, his face turned ashen. "Xiaotian! What happened?"

Lingtian opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His grip on Ye Fei's hand tightened briefly, and then, with a final look at Zhang Yide, his body went limp.

Realizing his second uncle was gone, Ye Fei couldn't hold back his grief any longer. He clutched Lingtian's body, tears streaming down his face. His sorrow was not just for Lingtian's death, but for the guilt that gnawed at him. If he had acted sooner, if he hadn't hesitated, maybe Lingtian would still be alive.

In that moment, Ye Fei's heart filled with regret, knowing he had been too late to save the man who had been like a father to him.