Chapter 1094: Huang Yan: Still Someone Loves Me

Second Uncle Huang Wufeng laughed, "Family Head, Huang Yan is the genius of our Huang Family. As elders and as Elders of the Huang Family, protecting the family's genius is our duty. Huang Yan has not betrayed the Huang Family; therefore, no one can lay a hand on Huang Yan."

"Including you, my Family Head, you must understand, Huang Yan is your son. Could it be that you would kill Huang Yan because of that woman Luo Feifei?"

"Luo Feifei brought it upon herself; she extracted Huang Yan's Flame Yang Bone and implanted it onto herself. Huang Yang obtained the Flame Yang Bone and still seeks to wipe out Huang Yan. They couldn't defeat him, and one of them was killed by Huang Yan; their skill was inferior, nothing more to say."

"We have arrived, so we will naturally no longer allow the Family Head to lay a hand on Huang Yan."

Third Uncle Huang Wuheng stepped forward, coldly saying, "Family Head, you had better think twice; do not lay a hand on… Huang Yan, otherwise we will have a hard time."

The two did not say it directly, but these words are no different from saying it outright.

Luo Feifei is dead, and that's that; she brought it on herself. The Huang Family cannot avenge her. People must pay for their own actions. Luo Feifei did something wrong and was killed in retaliation by Huang Yan; that was her folly.

Huang Yang is not dead yet; the great mistake has not been forged, and it can still be remedied.

They will not allow the Family Head to continue laying a hand on Huang Yan. If Huang Yan truly turns his back on the Huang Family, that would be a loss for the Huang Family.

Moreover, they favor Huang Yan even more, rather than Huang Yang.

Comparing the two, Huang Yang's talent is decent, but his temperament is a bit lacking; in all aspects he falls short, making him unsuitable to lead the Huang Family's rise.

"Second Uncle, Third Uncle, must you be like this?" Huang Longji gritted his teeth, "Luo Feifei is my wife, not some other woman. She is dead; as her husband, I cannot just stand by, can I?"

On one side is a son, on the other is a wife. The wife is dead; if he shows no reaction, the world would mock him.

Huang Yang collapsed; seeing his younger son's demeanor, Huang Longji was furious, insisting on avenging his wife and son.

Luo Feifei's death must be shouldered by someone; Huang Yan is the murderer. He did something wrong, so he must pay the price.

"Family Head, you must understand one thing: Luo Feifei was indeed your wife, but she was only a concubine; your true wife is someone else, and she is already dead."

"She is just a woman; dead is dead. Family Head, why cling to her?"

"If the Family Head needs women, we can find more for him, far better than Luo Feifei by countless multiples."

Given the Huang Family's strength and status, acquiring women is very easy.

If there is no restriction, dozens are no problem; the Huang Family controls a great many mortal forces, and women are plentiful. If they want female cultivators, that's also easy; many families seek marriage alliances with the Huang Family.

Huang Longji is the Huang Family's Family Head; with a single word, countless women would line up at his door.

"Second Uncle, Third Uncle, how can you speak of Luo Feifei that way? No matter what, she is my wife, the Huang Family's lady of the house." Huang Longji gritted his teeth.

He knows the second and third uncles despised Luo Feifei; he didn't expect that after her death, they would think it's even better.

"Lady of the house?" Huang Wufeng gave a cold smile, "Heh heh, Family Head, you are the only one who acknowledges her status. A concubine wants to be the Huang Family's lady of the house—truly laughable. How did she rise? You, Family Head, know better than we do."

"Today she dared to lay a hand on Huang Yan, extract his Flame Yang Bone, and seek to exterminate him; tomorrow she would dare to lay a hand on you and me; such a person cannot remain in the Huang Family."

"Her death is actually a good thing—for you, for us, and for the Huang Family, all good."

"Family Head, do not shed tears for such a woman; it's not worth it."

Huang Wufeng paid no heed to Huang Longji's attitude; he had kept these words hidden for a long time, and finally spoke them.

Huang Wuheng was more restrained and did not say those words.

They all dislike Luo Feifei and do not wish to avenge her.

"Second Uncle, Third Uncle, you are unwilling to stand up for Luo Feifei; I will."

Huang Longji said angrily, his wife is dead; he could not remain indifferent.

He could not also refrain from acting.

Huang Wufeng spread his hands, "Family Head, this is not up to you; in short, you cannot lay a hand on Huang Yan."

Huang Wuheng added, "Family Head, stop the fuss; for the Huang Family, for the clan, you must stay calm."

The two stood beside Huang Longji, not allowing him to act.

Outside the Formation.

Qinglong Daoren looked at the scene, laughing teasingly, "Kid, it seems that within the Huang Family, someone still cares for you."

Huang Yan laughed, "Of course, Master. Grandfather, Second Grandfather, and Third Grandfather loved me the most. I grew up under their protection; my growth as a disciple is thanks to them."

"My father ignored me, even harbored a slight dislike for me."

"I know, he thinks my mother's death was my fault, placing everything on my shoulders."

"He likes Huang Yang, and I am well aware of that, so I constantly strive to cultivate, constantly suppress Huang Yang, stepping on him again and again."

"I seek only one thing: to prove to everyone that I, Huang Yan, am the Huang Family's foremost genius."

Qinglong Daoren sneered, "You have achieved it, and then your fate will not be good."

Huang Yan: "…"

Elder Xinran Zhanglao let out a "pfft" sound and laughed.

"Pfft."

"Huang Yan, youngster, your idea is good, but you used the wrong method."

"There is no absolute power that can guarantee your safety; the higher the talent, the more one must know how to conceal oneself."

"Otherwise, you will die."

Geniuses often cannot smile till the end.

There is no other reason; they are overly proud, unwilling to bow, and do not conceal themselves, thus they encounter stronger foes and are slain by them.

Many geniuses flash like a fleeting flower, not because they are weak, but because they do not know how to hide themselves.

The world's divine abilities are myriad and strange, and there are countless ways to kill; wanting to kill is still very simple.

"Master Uncle taught, and the disciple has comprehended," Huang Yan bowed.

Elder Xinran Zhanglao nodded approvingly, "The boy is teachable. Huang Yan, in this, you must learn from your master: know how to conceal yourself, hide your clumsiness; if you do not act, that is fine, but once you act, cut the weeds at the roots."

"Remember, you must not release the tiger back to the mountain; once you choose to act, you must cut the weeds at the roots."

Huang Yan nodded seriously, "Disciple understands."

Elder Xinran Zhanglao stared at the Formation's Huang Yang and Huang Longji, coldly saying, "These two are both your relatives—one is your father, the other your younger brother. Eliminate them, and you will have no more concerns."

"Kid, can you do it?"

Huang Yan fell silent.

He looked into the formation, his gaze fell on his father Huang Longji.

Can he do it?

Huang Yan's forehead doesn't know, maybe he can't do it.

After all, that is his father, not someone else.