"What?! Yuntian was killed by that Ling Clan heir?!"
In the main hall of the Yu Family, all the Yu Family experts had gathered, their gazes filled with shock and fear as they looked at the white-haired elder seated at the head of the hall. Although the aura around the elder was terrifying, his face was somewhat pale.
Ahem! "That's right!" Yu Baitang sighed, a trace of gloom in his eyes.
"How could this be… How could Yuntian have provoked that Ling Clan heir…" Yu Yangzi staggered, nearly falling to the ground. Yu Yuntian was his only son, the publicly acknowledged young master of the entire Yu Family. A Holy Master's direct disciple, renowned as a heaven's pride. In the hearts of Yu Yangzi and the others, he was the hope who had the potential to reach the Emperor Realm and lead the Yu Family to glory. But now, that hope was shattered!
Damn that Ling Clan heir! Damn the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Master!
But no matter how fiercely they cursed in their hearts, everyone in the Yu Family understood that given their family's strength and background, let alone the Ling Clan, they absolutely dared not provoke any of the supreme orthodoxies on the Eastern Territories' soil. They could only swallow this grievance.
"Ancestor…" Yu Yangzi clenched his fists, his expression weary, as if he had aged decades in an instant.
"I know you're unwilling. So am I. But if the Holy Master of Ten Thousand Swords hadn't warned me today, I'm afraid I would have made a grave mistake. We cannot afford to provoke the Ling Clan. Rather than harbor hatred for them, Yangzi, you should… hurry up and have another child." Yu Baitang had no idea why Ling Xiao killed Yu Yuntian, but since the Holy Master of Ten Thousand Swords hadn't intervened, there must be… a deeper meaning. These old fossils who had lived countless years were all shrewd at heart. So, Yu Baitang had accepted that sword strike; even with his soul severely injured, he hadn't felt the slightest hostility towards Ling Xiao.
The older one gets, the more one fears death.
Yu Yuntian's death pained him,but not enough to lose his life over it. As for the indignation in Yu Yangzi's heart… it would probably fade with time.
"Ancestor…" Yu Yangzi's face twitched.
Dammit! Are you trying to work me to death so you can inherit my position as family head? How old am I? Have another child?
On the path of cultivation,the higher one's realm, the smaller the probability of producing offspring. Otherwise, look at those ancient remnant species among the demon race; didn't they all slowly disappear? But… Facing the behemoth that was the Ling Clan, Yu Yangzi truly couldn't muster a trace of hatred. Otherwise, the Yu Family would surely face disaster; he still had that much sense of proportion.
"From today onward, I will be going into closed-door cultivation. I hope to hear good news from you by the time I emerge." Yu Baitang stood up, gave everyone in the hall a deep look, then flashed and instantly vanished from his spot.
"Ah…" Yu Yangzi closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh.
But just then, he distinctly felt the space within the entire hall fluctuate for an instant. Immediately after, the Yu Family Ancestor who had just disappeared reappeared before everyone.
"Huh? Ancestor… you…" The Yu Family members were instantly baffled. Hadn't the Ancestor just left? Why was he back?
"I just remembered, there seems to be something I forgot to ask you." Yu Baitang walked up to Yu Yangzi, his brow furrowed.
Thud. Yu Yangzi's heart skipped a beat. Could it be the Ancestor found out… I secretly embezzled the family's spirit stones to have fun outside?
"Yangzi, I stand before you now. Tell me, how much do I resemble your father?" A smile suddenly bloomed on Yu Baitang's face, one that actually carried a somewhat… coquettish flavor.
"My father? You… aren't you my great-grandfather?!" In that moment, Yu Yangzi's mind and spirit trembled!
Could it be… Impossible! Absurd!! Utter nonsense!
Even if it were true…for the Ancestor to say such a thing now, wasn't he afraid the family members would laugh at him?
"Ancestor…"
"Come closer. Come, have a good look." Yu Baitang's smile was gentle as he beckoned Yu Yangzi closer.
"It seems… there is a bit of a resemblance!" Dammit! I've lived all these years, lost a son today, and now I've gained a father?!
But!!
Just as Yu Yangzi, his expression puzzled, walked up to Yu Baitang and leaned in to observe his face closely, a hint of mockery suddenly flashed in the Ancestor's eyes. Yu Yangzi only saw a black light flash, and then he felt a pain in his chest. What Yu Family Ancestor was before him? All that remained was a face of peerless, enchanting beauty.
So beautiful.
That was Yu Yangzi's last astonished thought before death.
Buzz!
The world suddenly turned dark.In the blink of an eye, his figure seemed to be pulled by some strange force into a completely black space. In the center of this space stood a towering black ancient hall, a thousand ren high. Demonic patterns flickered on its surface, revealing an endless, primordial aura.
Even now, Yu Yangzi was still somewhat dazed.
How did the Ancestor suddenly become my father? How did my father suddenly draw a blade and kill me? How did I see a woman of peerless beauty before I died? How could I, a dignified Divine King, be brought to such a bizarre place without even having time to struggle?
And who is that young man standing atop the hall? Why does the way he looks at me seem full of greed?
Yu Yangzi felt a tightness below.Damn it, could it be some old monster in the Sacred Dynasty has taken a fancy to my… good looks?
"Family Head Yu." Ling Xiao's figure stood above the Soul Palace, looking coldly down at Yu Yangzi below.
Another Divine King remnant soul.
His soul realm had long since stepped into the Divine King level,far surpassing his actual cultivation. This was his reliance, his trump card. At a critical moment, it could be used to turn the tide of battle.
You thought only Sons of Fate pretend to be pigs to eat tigers? When I play the pig, even my own father wouldn't recognize me!
Heh… Hmph.
Call me by my English name, George!
"You are… You are Ling Xiao!!!" Yu Yangzi was stunned for a moment before suddenly realizing.
Starry Emperor Robes, peerless immortal demeanor! Who else could it be but that Ling Clan heir?! But… where was this place? Why did it give people a feeling of despair and loneliness?
"Heh, Family Head Yu, Brother Yuntian asked me to bring you a message before he died." Ling Xiao nodded with a smile, stepping forward slowly as he walked towards Yu Yangzi.
"Wh… What message?!" A dark gleam flashed in Yu Yangzi's eyes.
Before, he had thought that as long as the Yu Family showed no hostility, this Ling Clan heir would let them off. But now it seemed their Yu Family had been wishful thinking. This Ling Clan heir lived up to his reputation as a cruel, murderous demon. So young, yet so ruthless and merciless.
In that case…
"Brother Yuntian said he couldn't bear to part with the Yu Family. He asked me to send all of you down to keep him company." Ling Xiao gave a sinister smile. Suddenly, demonic light shot to the heavens from all over his body. A terrifying demonic intent, like a tidal wave, swept out. Before Yu Yangzi could even react, a giant demonic phantom suddenly descended from the sky, directly enveloping his entire being.
"This aura… No… No…" The desperate scream was cut short.
Ling Xiao's figure reappeared below the Soul Palace. He looked up at the slightly taller black ancient hall, a trace of solemnity actually on his face.
The stronger his strength, the more attention he would attract from others. The more eyes on him, the more karma he would bear. Every step required caution.
The night is dark and the road is slippery; this world is complex!