Chapter 1062: Huang Yan Takes a Master, Self-Mocking His Foolishness

Daring to attack those few guards and even kill them in this state, tsk tsk, kid, you're really ruthless.

Ruthless to himself, ruthless to enemies—this kid is a talent.

With such perseverance, you'd be a talent anywhere. Xinran Zhanglao quickly saw through Huang Yan's condition and sneered on the spot: "Your talent is not bad, but having such talent without the corresponding strength to protect yourself, having your bones dug out is perfectly normal, kid. Did you offend someone? Those people not only dug out your bones, they also sent people to exterminate you."

To eradicate the root, leaving him no way out—clearly, the attacker truly wanted him dead.

Just from this, it's enough to show how important Huang Yan is to that person; otherwise, they wouldn't have done this.

Huang Yan opened his mouth but couldn't speak, instead staring pale at the man and woman before him—they were the masters of this formation, seemingly both human, their strength unfathomable; both were very strong, able to survive here and set up the formation, which would be impossible without real power.

"Yeah, this kid is really ruthless toward himself." Qinglong Daoren saw through Huang Yan's condition at a glance, casually waved his hand, sending some spirit energy and vitality to him, helping him heal some injuries and regain some strength.

The spirit energy and vitality existed only briefly before beginning to dissipate; his bones were gone and could not retain spirit energy and vitality. The lingering vitality and spirit energy repaired his body, giving Huang Yan a chance to catch his breath, and his complexion began to regain some color.

But he was still in pain; the chest pain made him unable to bear it, almost causing him to faint.

He endured it and stood up, though he could collapse at any moment.

"Cough cough, Huang Yan thanks the two seniors for their life-saving grace; Huang Yan will never forget it."

He clasped his hands, bowed, expressed thanks—Huang Yan's set of actions was quite proper and very polite.

Xinran Zhanglao waved his hand: "Enough, kid, no need for formalities; you should be well aware of your own condition."

"Even if we save you, kid, with your current state you won't live long."

"Kid, what do you have in mind?"

Huang Yan gave a bitter smile: "I don't know either; I'll take it step by step—first restore my cultivation, then think about other things."

Xinran Zhanglao knew this would happen; the kid had no way— that bone was extremely important, forcibly dug out, causing Huang Yan enormous harm: his origin damaged, his foundation destroyed, all his cultivation lost.

Furthermore, it caused massive damage to his body; if not repaired in time, …

Huang Yan naturally understood this situation, but he had no way to deal with it; this was the first time he'd encountered such a thing.

On Longshe Shan there are many spiritual medicines; if he could use some, perhaps they could repair his bones.

"Kid, someone can help you restore your cultivation—would you be willing to take him as your master?" Xinran Zhanglao looked at Huang Yan with a smiling squint; this kid was truly not bad, and out of sympathy, Xinran Zhanglao spoke up for him.

Huang Yan eagerly looked at Xinran Zhanglao: "I'm willing, Master."

Xinran Zhanglao waved his hand: "Not me, but him."

Huang Yan realized he had bowed to the wrong person, immediately turned, bowed toward Qinglong Daoren, clasped his hands and said: "Disciple pays respects to Master."

These motions were too practiced; seeing Qinglong Daoren show no reaction, Huang Yan went 'plop' and dropped to his knees.

His whole body knelt before Qinglong Daoren, then he kowtowed on the ground.

Three resonant kowtows, performed in one fluid motion, needing no reminder.

Qinglong Daoren stared, mouth agape at this scene—this kid was far too familiar, calling him Master so quickly really left him unable to refuse; the words reached his lips but he couldn't utter them.

Everyone's already kowtowing—how could you still refuse?

Xinran Zhanglao was greatly relieved; this kid was truly sensible and truly smart, understanding at a hint.

"Daoist friend, you haven't taken a liking to this kid, have you? Now that the kid is willing to take you as master, why don't you hurry and accept him as a disciple?"

Huang Yan was deeply grateful to Xinran Zhanglao, continually showing him goodwill.

Qinglong Daoren lowered his head, looking at the kid before him—his body was in terrible shape, yet he still chose to kneel and kowtow; three resonant kowtows weren't enough, this kid kept kowtowing, kowtowing continuously until Qinglong Daoren nodded to stop.

Huang Yan clearly understood that if he missed this opportunity, he might really die.

The Flame Yang Bone was gone, his body was ruined, his cultivation followed suit—that woman struck viciously, giving him no chance.

Huang Yan wanted revenge; he had to heal his body and restore his cultivation, and Qinglong Daoren was his only hope, the sole person capable of healing his body—such a person, whether calling him master or even adopting Qinglong Daoren as a foster father, Huang Yan would hesitate not at all.

"Master above, disciple Huang Yan pays respects to Master."

Huang Yan shouted loudly, then kowtowed, kowtowed, kowtowed.

Xinran Zhanglao's face was full of satisfaction.

Qinglong Daoren raised his hand and said: "Alright, rise—since you're so sincere, I'll take you as my disciple."

"Yes, Master." Huang Yan hurriedly rose; he was still very weak, panting even just from standing up.

Xinran Zhanglao spoke again: "Daoist friend, do you have any way to heal his injuries? I've examined his wound—the attacker not only dug out his bone, that piece of bone was lodged where his heart is; after the bone was removed, his heart was also damaged."

"Moreover, his dantian seems to have a crack; the attacker, with malicious intent, aimed to cripple this kid."

"Kid, what exactly did you offend to deserve such a vicious move?"

Huang Yan's face darkened as he recounted the events in full detail, one five one ten.

After hearing it, Xinran Zhanglao's brows knit tightly, his eyes cold: "Your father really married a good wife, treating his own child like this—is your younger brother's talent poor?"

Huang Yan replied: "Not at all—it's quite good, even a bit better than mine."

"Then why would your stepmother do this?" Xinran Zhanglao was somewhat puzzled; two geniuses in one family are supreme treasures in any clan, hard enough to protect—how could they harm such a talent?

A single genius is enough to let a family shine for a thousand years, even longer.

Two geniuses make it even more terrifying.

What a pity—Huang Yan has been ruined.

Such a fine genius, just wasted like that.

And they still want to exterminate him completely—really, his stepmother is a piece of work?

"She simply finds me displeasing, thinks I'm blocking her son's path, wants the Huang family to focus all resources on cultivating her son—my existence hinders her son."

"Moreover, she never liked me; she probably wanted to kill me long ago, but she hid it well—this time she took advantage of my lowered guard and struck directly."

"I'm so stupid… I actually… trusted them."

"Hehe."