"Who is your father?" Yu Yuanzhen interrupted coldly. "I never had a son like you."
Yu Yuanzhen truly did not understand where he had gone wrong, to give birth to someone like Yu Xiaogang.
"Get out of the clan," he said without hesitation. "From this moment onward, you have no relationship with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."
The verdict was absolute.
Hearing his father's words, Yu Xiaogang swallowed everything he had been about to say. The light in his eyes went out completely, leaving only hollow emptiness behind.
Yu Yuanzhen was genuinely afraid. Afraid that if he showed mercy today, one day in the future he would die of anger watching Yu Xiaogang continue disgracing the clan with his foolish actions.
Seeing Yu Xiaogang still standing there in a daze, Yu Yuanzhen roared,
"Get out. Now."
Yu Xiaogang did not respond. He stood motionless, as though his soul had already been torn away.
Flander, standing beside him, finally moved. With a deep sigh, he grabbed Yu Xiaogang's arm and began dragging him away.
As he pulled the dazed man forward, Flander's eyes caught sight of a familiar figure.
Liu Erlong.
The woman he had loved his entire life stood there silently, watching.
Flander turned his head toward her, but when he clearly saw her expression, his heart skipped a beat.
Disgust.
Pure, undisguised disgust filled her eyes as she looked at Yu Xiaogang.
Flander's face remained calm, but his heart surged with an emotion he could not suppress.
In the past, he had loved Liu Erlong. She, however, had loved Yu Xiaogang.
Now… she hated him.
That meant he still had a chance. He suppressed his emotions and dragged the dead-like Yu Xiaogang toward the exit.
As they passed by, all the clan members cursed Yu Xiaogang for disgracing their clan and expressed their happiness at expelling trash from the clan.
Yu Xiaogang did not react to any of these insults. His heart had already died when his father severed ties with him. These insults were nothing compared to losing his father's love. He was already losing the will to live.
Seeing Yu Xiaogang's condition, Flander grew worried and began dragging him faster.
Nearby, Yu Feng, who was Wu Lan in disguise, stood quietly, suppressing his laughter.
Watching Yu Xiaogang reduced to this state, he felt not a shred of pity.
This scumbag deserved far worse for everything he had done.
While Wu Lan was lost in thought, Yu Yuanzhen's exhausted voice sounded again.
"Yu Feng," he said heavily, "you came for the money, didn't you?"
Yu Yuanzhen wanted nothing more than to rest, but the clan token concerned the clan's reputation and the dignity of its direct descendants. It had to be resolved.
"Yes, Senior," Yu Feng replied calmly. "I came for my money."
"Yu Luomian," Yu Yuanzhen said, waving his hand, "give him the money."
With that, he turned away and returned to his residence, unwilling to stay any longer.
"Understood, Big Brother," Yu Luomian replied.
He brought out the gold soul coins and completed the exchange, retrieving the clan token.
Once everything was settled, Yu Feng left without another word.
After entering a secluded alley, his appearance shifted. The disguise faded, revealing Wu Lan. Space power rippled silently around him,
And in the next instant, he vanished, reappearing beside Xiao Wu and the others.
"How was it?" Wu Lan asked with a playful smile.
"Hahahaha! Brother, beautifully done!" Xiao Wu clapped her hands happily. "He totally deserved this!"
She looked delighted, thoroughly enjoying Yu Xiaogang's public disowning.
Zhu Zhuqing and the others were also enjoying the show.
Meanwhile…
Within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
Tang San, having just survived one crisis, now faced another.
He stood surrounded by three figures who were observing him.
"Uncle Ning," seeing them like this, Tang San felt a little panic inside but remained calm outwardly. He put on a fake smile and spoke respectfully, adjusting his expression to appear as sincere as possible. "Thank you for saving me. I will remember this kindness and repay it in the future."
Ning Fengzhi smiled back with an equally fake smile.
"No need to mention it," he replied. "This was a small matter. After all, you and my daughter are teammates."
The conversation circled around Ning Rongrong for a while.
Then Ning Fengzhi's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Rongrong said you are very powerful," he said slowly.
"Especially considering your Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit."
Here it comes.
Tang San's heart tightened.
He cursed Ning Rongrong's ancestors inwardly. His killing intent surged violently, but was forcibly suppressed.
Outwardly, he remained calm.
"Uncle Ning," Tang San said sincerely, "this is all thanks to my teacher's guidance. He always said, 'There are no useless Martial Spirits, only useless Soul Masters.' Those words pushed me to where I am today."
To save himself, he threw all the credit onto Yu Xiaogang.
Ning Fengzhi, Gu Rong, and Chen Xin's mouths twitched.
After poisoning his teacher's clan,
He still had the face to tell this?
Shameless.
Chen Xin's eyes turned cold. As a sword cultivator, he was straightforward by nature. At this moment, he made a decision.
No matter what,
He would never allow Tang San to marry Rongrong.
Gu Rong shared the same thought.
Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, to forcibly suppress his emotions.
"Little San," he said slowly, "you are too modest, your teacher may have guided you, but your own efforts were indispensable."
Tang San shook his head earnestly.
"Uncle Ning, I'm not being modest. My master arranged everything meticulously. I merely followed his teachings."
Silence fell, again.
This time, even Ning Fengzhi felt a headache.