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"Right."
After putting away the Bone Chilling Flame, Xiao Yan flicked his sleeve and tossed out a black figure, throwing it to the ground as casually as throwing away trash.
It was Hun Yu.
At this moment, this young elite from the Hun Clan, ranked among the top three of the younger generation, one of the so-called candidates for the Hun Clan's future clan leader, looked utterly miserable.
His injuries were severe, and with his Dou Qi sealed, he couldn't even heal himself or suppress his wounds. These past few days, the scorching force raging inside his body had tortured him to the point of wishing for death.
He was barely hanging on, half a step from losing his life altogether. Falling into Xiao Yan's hands, his treatment was naturally not going to be any better. Xiao Yan sparing him from being tortured to death on the spot was already considered mercy.
Among the dozen or so Hun Clan members, he was now the only one still alive. The others had most likely long been drained and devoured by Ah Da. Their corpses probably ended up in Du Jiao's stomach.
"Cough, cough."
Hun Yu lay on the ground, struggling to flip himself over. He propped himself up, coughed a few times, then slowly opened his eyes. Staring at the master and disciples before him, his face was ashen.
At this point, he had nothing left to say.
Escape was absolutely impossible.
"How do we deal with him?" Xiao Yan asked.
"Do whatever you want. He's useless now. Originally, I thought about using him to fish for a bigger catch, but thinking about it again, forget it. No need to overly provoke the Hun Clan's nerves."
Wei Yang said calmly, "You can extract his soul first, then burn him with a Heavenly Flame for a few days. He should become very obedient. Ask him for whatever information you want—like your father's whereabouts. After you're done, hand him to Ah Da to finish him off cleanly."
"Mm." Xiao Yan nodded.
Yao Lao stroked his beard without speaking, expression calm. He had no objections.
When dealing with the Hun Clan, mercy had no place.
"You people!" Hun Yu gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot with hatred. Yet he didn't beg for mercy because he knew it was useless.
But fear? He couldn't deny that. Cruel. Extracting his soul was one thing, but burning him with Heavenly Flame too? More ruthless than the Hun Clan itself.
"Hehe, the world says my Hun Clan is cruel and vicious, but it seems the famed Saint Yao of Central Plains and his disciple are no less ruthless than us!" Hun Yu sneered.
"To deal with beasts like you, we naturally don't need kindness nor morality." Xiao Yan said coldly.
"Humph, thanks to you Hun Clan people, I spent decades surviving with only a remnant soul left. The suffering I endured was far from little. When it comes to enemies, I'm not naive." Yao Lao said faintly.
"Hahaha!" Hearing this, Hun Yu suddenly burst out laughing, expression twisted. "My Hun Clan will never let you off!"
"Noisy." Wei Yang flicked his finger, sealing the man's mouth. His voice stopped abruptly, turning into muffled groans trapped in his throat.
"Hmph, perhaps in just a few years, even if your Hun Clan doesn't come looking for us, we will personally visit your doorstep."
Wei Yang snorted lightly. He rose to his feet, flicked his sleeve, and walked away.
Back Mountain.
The weather was clear; sunlight warm and bright.
A gentle breeze drifted by, soothing and pleasant. It rustled through the lotus leaves covering the pond and rippled the surface of the water. By the lotus pond, on the grass, Shuo'er and little Xiao Xiao were happily playing together.
Wei Ye sat at a desk, earnestly studying an ancient scroll. Beside him, Wei Yang lay lazily on the grass, hands behind his head, eyes half-closed, and the sunlight making him drowsy. Ever since they returned, he had finally taken a few days to truly relax.
A needed calm after the emotional weight brought by a hundred lifetimes of reincarnation. In the daytime, he accompanied his children. At night, he accompanied his wife. Life was quite comfortable.
Just as Wei Yang's eyelids grew heavier and he was about to drift into sleep, ready to meet Duke Zhou in a dream for a game of chess—
"Dad."
Wei Ye leaned over, pointing at an ancient character on the scroll. "How do you read this word?"
Wei Yang smacked his lips, helplessly opening one eye. He glanced at it, then quickly shut his eye again and answered lazily, "That word is read as 'yan'. I'm telling you kid, you must've been daydreaming during class. You can't even recognize this?"
"This is an ancient character. I don't know all of them yet." Wei Ye muttered back, lowering his head and continuing to study seriously. "So this is the word 'yan'... I learned another ancient character."
"Haa~~~"
Interrupted from his sleepiness, Wei Yang decided not to sleep anymore. He sat up, stretched lazily, and let out a long yawn.
He picked up a tea cup and took a sip to rinse his mouth. Then he popped two grapes into his mouth and chewed.
"Dad." Seeing that he wasn't sleeping, Wei Ye's eyes lit up. He quickly put down the ancient scroll, scooted closer, and asked quietly, "When can I go out and adventure across the continent?"
Hearing this, Wei Yang shot him a sideways look. He turned his head away, spit out a few grape seeds, and said irritably, "What are you thinking? You've barely grown any hair and you already want to go running around?"
Then he raised his hand and knocked his son on the head. "Before you're fifteen, and before your realm reaches the peak of Dou Zong, don't even think about it! Adventure across the continent? Might as well deliver your head straight to Hall of Souls."
Wei Ye covered his head, but his small face was filled with excitement, "Fifteen years old, peak Dou Zong—that's not far for me!"
Then he clenched his tiny fists, eyes full of yearning, "By then, I'll definitely become even more famous than you were, Dad! I'll inherit your title as a peerless monster genius!"
"I'll step over all my peers and make the whole world know the name Wei Ye!"
"Oh? Pretty ambitious." Wei Yang grinned and nodded, ruffling his hair with satisfaction. "Kid's got ideals. Deserves to be my son."
"Hehe, Grandpa Master also said I'll be able to achieve it in the future." Wei Ye puffed up his chest, lifting his little chin with both pride and seriousness.
"Nonsense. This is something you should achieve. If you can't even reach that, then you'd be too disappointing."
Wei Yang nodded slightly, agreeing with the boy's aspirations, "You need to understand—just the resources consumed on you are things others dream of for their entire lives but can never obtain. If I had your conditions back then, I'd probably already be a Dou Di."
"Huh? Dou Di?!" Wei Ye's eyes widened, staring at Wei Yang in shock.
His expression clearly said: I may be young, but I've read books. Dad, don't you dare lie to me.
He felt like his father was bragging. After all, a Dou Di was something that hadn't appeared on the Dou Qi Continent for many years.
"What? You think your dad is lying?"
Wei Yang's face darkened.
He snorted. "I'm a Dou Sheng now. Becoming a Dou Di is only—cough—a few steps away. Don't doubt it. If I had your resources back then, even if I didn't reach Dou Di, I'd be close. At the very least, reaching something like Xiao Xuan's level would've been no problem."
"Alright…" Wei Ye shrugged, looking like: You're my dad, so whatever you say is right.
"You brat!" Wei Yang's teeth itched. He really wanted to take out a leather belt.
"You're still young. There are things you don't understand yet, and I can't explain them all to you now. Just remember—a Dou Di is just another cultivation realm. It's not as impossible as the world imagines." Wei Yang waved his hand and spoke calmly.
"But, having ideals and ambition is good. Still, you must remember never to become arrogant or look down on others. No matter the situation, always treat your opponents or enemies seriously. Only by staying humble and cautious can you live long. Reckless people don't live long, understand?"
Wei Ye nodded seriously. "Got it. Grandpa Master taught us that too."
"Good." Wei Yang nodded. "Grow quietly, don't show off too much—that's always the safest. We can set a small short-term goal. For example… become a Dou Sheng."
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