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🕑 Added 2025-08-23 19:17:02 +0000 UTCRecord of the Enchanting Mother and Beautiful Wife (The World’s Number One Beautiful Mother Sword Immortal) Chapter 51
Pushing open the door of the Qingfeng Inn, sunlight stabbed straight into my eyes, making me squint.
The noise of the bustling street outside rushed in the shouts of peddlers and the footsteps of passersby blending together. In this world, it’s always the law of the jungle: whoever has the harder fist is in the right.
That sword just now wasn’t only for my mother it was also for Wang Zheng to see.
I took Lingxi’s hand; her small hand was soft but a little cold. I deliberately softened my tone and smiled, “Come on, wife, let’s see what your mother-in-law is up to.”
Squeezing her fingertips, I wanted to help her relax. The bloody scene in the inn just now had clearly frightened her.
Lingxi followed beside me, her steps dragging, face as pale as paper, eyes still filled with fear.
She lowered her head and softly answered, “Mm.” Seeing her like this made me feel uneasy I wanted to comfort her, but the words stuck in my throat and didn’t come out.
I sighed, tightened my grip on her hand, and quickened my pace, wanting to get her away from the shadow of blood as soon as possible.
I pushed open the door of the tailor’s shop. The wooden door creaked. Old Hao stood in the outer room, back to the door, staring blankly into the inner room, looking as stiff as a wooden statue he didn’t even notice me coming in.
He held a magnolia flower in his hand, unconsciously pinching the stem, his face full of a silly smile.
I followed his gaze and couldn’t help but widen my eyes Mother was standing in front of an old bronze mirror, wearing a dress that stunned me a wedding dress.
It looked just like a wedding dress from Earth, all made of light white gauze, the style almost identical to those on Earth, layers upon layers wrapping her body, the whole person snowy white and stunningly beautiful.
Her smooth shoulders were exposed, like flawless jade; her chest full and mature; the long skirt trailing on the ground like a flowing spring, the gauze layers rippling with every sway so beautiful it was dreamlike.
Lingxi suddenly let go of my hand and ran over, her eyes wide in amazement, unable to help exclaiming:
“Wow~~ Mother-in-law… this dress is so pretty!”
Her voice was tinged with excitement, the fear from before already gone.
I watched her move next to Mother, reaching out a finger to gently touch the white gauze, her face full of envy.
The scene from the last time Mother came to the tailor’s flashed through my mind no wonder this wedding dress took so long, she must have described the style in detail to the owner last time, which led to today’s Earth-style wedding dress.
I remembered how she gestured enthusiastically that day, the tailor boss nodding in confusion. Now thinking about it, she must have poured all her Earth wedding fantasies into the poor guy.
Mother turned and beckoned to me:
“Son, you’re here. Come look do I look good?”
She wore a happy smile, a girlish shyness in her expression, like a little girl waiting to be praised.
Seeing Mother like this filled me with comfort, but also a surge of complex emotions.
I walked up, nodding like a bobblehead, repeatedly saying, “Beautiful, you look good in anything.”
Mother’s smile grew even brighter:
“My son knows how to talk.”
“Mother-in-law, how come I’ve never seen this style of dress before?” Lingxi’s finger traced the gauze, her eyes full of envy.
The tailor boss came over, face full of smiles:
“This was specially made according to Madam’s description. In all my years of making clothes, I never imagined such a design truly an eye-opener.”
He stroked his beard, full of admiration, looking at the wedding dress as if it were a rare treasure.
“No matter how pretty the dress, it depends on who’s wearing it. My wife looks the prettiest,” Old Hao chimed in, imitating me.
With his praise, Mother’s smile blossomed even more, like spring flowers.
I was a bit annoyed by their public display of affection especially since he copied my way of praising Mother. I cursed him silently, old bastard.
“That’s it, nothing needs changing,” Mother said with satisfaction, smiling sweetly.
She turned and walked into the inner room, the wooden door creaking shut, leaving us waiting outside.
The shopkeeper quickly tidied up the needles and thread on the table, humming a little tune this wedding dress probably made him a lot of money.
Lingxi sidled up to me, whispering, “Mother-in-law looks so good in that dress. Husband, do you think I’d look good in it too…” She trailed off, her face flushing red.
I couldn’t help but chuckle, “You’d look beautiful too.”
Soon, the inner door opened and Mother came out in her purple gauze dress, the hem swaying, her beauty alluring and full of charm.
She smiled at the shopkeeper, “Wrap it up.”
The shopkeeper agreed, took out a clean silk cloth, and carefully wrapped the wedding dress as if handling a treasure.
Old Hao pulled out a handful of silver, slapping it on the table: “Thanks for your hard work.”
“Not at all, not at all,” the shopkeeper replied, his face wrinkled with smiles.
The group left the shop, sunlight spilling onto the stone road, warming and relaxing.
We strolled around town for a while. Lingxi dragged me to see the sugar figurine stall, while Mother and Old Hao’s soft laughter drifted in our ears. Only then did we slowly return to the mountain gate.
Along the way, Wang Zheng looked uneasy and unnatural probably never expected me to kill so decisively today.
I deliberately walked behind, side by side with Wang Zheng, glancing at Mother and Lingxi, and said quietly:
“They are my bottom line. I want them to be happy. But if anyone ever…” I looked at him, not finishing the sentence.
Wang Zheng quickly replied,
“Yes… understood, Young Master Lin. Next time I won’t let this happen again…”
I patted his arm: “As long as you understand. You’re one of us now, no need to be nervous…”
“Yes…” Wang Zheng nodded. I changed the subject: “Why do you look stronger again?”
“I’m not sure. Ever since I started practicing the Longevity Formula, I feel like I’ve gotten taller…”
“Hmm…” I couldn’t get anything more out of him, but felt like I was missing something.
When we reached the village at the foot of the mountain, I sensed someone’s presence a person I really disliked.
Ye Wuhen…
At that moment, Ye Wuhen was standing in Old Hao’s courtyard, drinking from a wine jar. When he saw us, he called out:
“Big brother…”
Old Hao was surprised: “Wuhen, why are you here?”
Before I could speak, Mother jumped in: “Oh, isn’t this little Wuhen? Call me sister-in-law.”
She tightened her grip on Old Hao’s arm, looking up at him.
Ye Wuhen stared at Mother in silence. Mother shook Old Hao’s arm, acting coy: “Husband, your brother doesn’t acknowledge me.”
“Wuhen…” Old Hao’s expression sharpened, calling out.
“Sis… sister-in-law.”
“…Too quiet, I can’t hear.”
“Sister-in-law!”
“Now that’s better, hehe.” Mother smiled at Ye Wuhen.
Why do I feel like my seniority just dropped a notch?
I cursed inwardly, feeling stifled. Ye Wuhen looked a bit annoyed, but with Old Hao there, he didn’t dare get angry.
Ye Wuhen turned and pulled out a bloodstained bag from behind him.
I stared at him as he suddenly threw down the bag a human head rolled out. It was Ye Canglan!!!
That was the vice sect master of the Longevity Sect, a top Destiny Realm expert dead???
The head rolled to our feet. Everyone was shocked, including Old Hao. Mother’s laughter stopped abruptly, her face turning pale as she looked at Old Hao. Lingxi hid behind me in fright.
“Wuhen, what’s going on?” Old Hao asked urgently, his voice trembling.
“I went to find Father,” Ye Wuhen replied.
Was this guy crazy? He actually went to see his father in closed-door cultivation and killed his second uncle Ye Canglan?
What about his father what kind of monster is he…
“Father came out of seclusion?” Old Hao asked anxiously.
Ye Wuhen didn’t answer, just said, “Father wants you to return and take charge of the Longevity Sect. Things aren’t peaceful in the north lately.”
Old Hao frowned: “I… don’t want to go back yet.”
“Big brother, you’d better go talk to Father.” Ye Wuhen pointed up the mountain, then turned, eyes full of malice as he looked at me.
I ignored him, but thought of Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother they were still up at the sect, damn!
Mother’s face tensed as she looked at Old Hao, “Husband, Qingshan and Qingzhu are still up there.”
She unconsciously gripped Old Hao’s sleeve, eyes full of worry.
Old Hao nodded, glanced at me, then flew up the mountain. His figure disappeared in a flash, his robe fluttering in the wind.
I gritted my teeth and said quietly, “Let’s go up too.” Mother nodded, pulling Lingxi along behind me.
“Little Lingxi.” Ye Wuhen suddenly called out. Lingxi hurried behind me in fright. Wang Zheng and I immediately blocked Ye Wuhen. His voice was low and unsettling. I frowned, staring at his gloomy face, wondering what trick he was up to.
Lingxi clung to my clothes, trembling slightly.
“Ye Wuhen, what do you want?” My mind raced, thinking of what to do next.
“You protect them,” I whispered to Wang Zheng, my hand already on my sword hilt, eyes locked on him.
“She’s mine.” Ye Wuhen finished, and a palm wind whooshed at us. I formed a shield with my spiritual sense, drew my sword, and we clashed instantly.
I was no longer the waste who’d been suppressed by his cultivation when I first arrived in this world. With a swing, my sword qi sliced through the air, forcing him back several steps.
If I wanted to kill, I could have cut him down, but thinking of his unfathomable father up the mountain, I held back.
Ye Wuhen was still unwilling, but couldn’t break through me. I protected everyone as we headed up the mountain.
He attacked again, but I blocked it with a sword, his eyes full of venom like poisoned blades. But no matter how unwilling, he couldn’t do anything to me.
I snorted coldly and led Mother and Lingxi onward, his curses low behind us, but he didn’t dare follow.
Almost at the mountain gate, Old Hao came out, an old man in white robes with white hair at his side.
Was this the Longevity Sect master?
The old man’s steps were steady, his face deeply wrinkled as if carved by knives, but his eyes were bright and piercing, as if they could see through people. Everyone unconsciously slowed down. I gripped my sword, heart racing, because I couldn’t sense any spiritual power from him he seemed like an ordinary villager, which made my heart sink.
I sent out my spiritual sense, but it was like throwing a stone into a deep pond no ripples at all.
What cultivation was this old guy? If he wasn’t a mortal, he must be terrifyingly strong.
“Wuhen.”
The old man’s voice rang out. Ye Wuhen obediently walked over, “Father.”
He put away his arrogance, standing by Old Hao like a tamed wolf cub.
He was pretending to be well-behaved now, but the unwillingness in his eyes couldn’t be hidden.
The old man looked at us, his gaze pausing on me, and asked:
“This young man, is he one of yours?”
His voice carried an indescribable pressure. I straightened, meeting his gaze this was no time to be timid.
“Yes, Father,” Old Hao replied respectfully.
He shot me a glance, as if warning me not to speak out of turn.
“Good, good,” the old man said, turning to Mother, then looking at Old Hao with a helpless expression.
A complicated light flashed in his eyes, as if sighing, as if blaming.
“Father, this is my wife,” Old Hao said respectfully, glancing at Mother. She looked much more natural than me, stepping forward and respectfully saying,
“Father.”
I was stunned Mother’s acting was Oscar-worthy. In a flash, she went from a nervous newlywed to a dutiful daughter-in-law.
“How did she cultivate…” the old man frowned, asking Old Hao quietly. “Father… I don’t mind…” Old Hao quickly replied. “You…”
The old man didn’t finish, his eyes growing more puzzled.
I stood aside, listening in. Mother’s cultivation method was bound to be exposed. “Son, son, quick, call him Grandpa,” Mother’s voice suddenly sounded in my mind, urgent as if she wanted to pinch me.
I almost didn’t react. “Mom, what?”
She grew more urgent: “Oh, don’t be stubborn calling him Grandpa won’t hurt you!”
“Grandpa.”
I forced out the word. The old man clearly froze, turning to Old Hao.
My voice wasn’t loud, but in the quiet at the mountain gate, it was especially clear. That “Grandpa” gave me goosebumps.
Old Hao’s eyes were wide with surprise, but he couldn’t hide his smile. He quickly said, “Father, this is my and Xiaorui’s child.”
If looks could kill, I’d have rolled my eyes. Then a voice interrupted my inner complaints.
“Big brother,” Ye Wuhen called quietly. Old Hao glared at him for the first time: “Shut up.” His tone was uncharacteristically stern.
Ye Wuhen stiffened, lowering his head in silence. Old Hao finally showed some backbone.
The old man laughed heartily:
“Come, come, let Grandpa have a look.” He took my hand, smiling kindly. “No wonder you’re so talented you’re my grandson. Wuhui, why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
His grip was gentle and warm, not at all like an old man’s hand. Seeing Old Hao silent, I quickly said, “Father must have wanted to surprise you, so he didn’t say anything.” I turned to Old Hao, “Isn’t that right, Father?”
Old Hao froze, then nodded vigorously, “Yes, yes, that’s right!”
Quick on the uptake at least I wasn’t left carrying the act alone.
“Hahaha, what’s your name?” The old man patted my shoulder, his laughter as hearty as mountain wind.
His eyes sparkled, as if appraising a treasure. I straightened, took a deep breath, and replied, “My name is Lin Lu, I take my mother’s surname…”
If this old man really accepted me as his grandson, life would…
But when I said I took my mother’s surname, the old man’s face clearly darkened. He looked at Old Hao and asked, “Hmm? Why not Ye?”
My heart skipped a beat. The old man’s gaze made me uneasy, like he’d suddenly turned from kindly grandpa to stern judge.
Old Hao was stumped, and I didn’t know what to say either. I’d just said my name was Lin Lu and hadn’t thought about this.
Old Hao opened his mouth, trying to explain, but couldn’t get a word out, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
My mind raced one careless word and I’d dug myself into a hole. If this old guy pressed the point, my “grandson” status might be in danger.
Ye Wuhen stood by, sneering as if enjoying the show.
At that moment, Mother suddenly burst into tears, “Father, you must stand up for us. This heartless man, back then…”
Her voice choked, tears streaming down like broken pearls, and she knelt with a thud, her frail body trembling like a willow in the wind.
She looked up, eyes full of tears, and sobbed, “Back then, he was obsessed with the Dao, abandoning me with baby Lu in swaddling clothes. For more than ten years, not a word. I, a lone woman, raised him with great hardship!”
I was stunned almost believed her myself.
Everyone was shocked by Mother’s performance, especially Old Hao, who looked like he was about to die, his face pale, lips trembling as if struck by lightning, his eyes darting between Mother and the old man, mumbling, “Xiaorui… I… I didn’t…”
Even Ye Wuhen was wide-eyed, clearly not expecting this turn.
The old man frowned, turning to Old Hao: “Wuhui, how dare you do such a thing!”
His voice rang in my ears, followed by a barrage of scolding:
“The Ye family has always had a good name, and you abandon your wife and child unworthy as a husband and father! Do you even remember the family rules?”
Old Hao hung his head like a scolded child, sweat dripping down his temples, not daring to say a word.
I sneaked a glance at Mother tears still on her face, but she secretly winked at me.
I got the hint, about to pile on, but she beat me to it.
She stood up, wiped her tears, and said gently, “Father, don’t blame him. He treats me and Lu very well now. I’ve long let go of the pain from back then.”
She paused, then took Old Hao’s hand, saying,
“Husband, isn’t that right?”
Old Hao, as if saved, nodded quickly: “Yes, yes, Xiaorui is right!”
As he spoke, he wiped his sweat with his sleeve.
Originally, I planned for this old man to be the boss, but then decided to write more, so progress slowed. Plus, I haven’t been in great shape these days, lots going on… sigh…
No more to say.
Thanks for understanding.
Don’t worry, it won’t get too depraved.
