Chapter 1101

Want to give my position to Huang Yan? Impossible.

Huang Longji angrily said: "Second uncle, third uncle, even if you are my uncles, I cannot submit; to take the family head position, one must prove oneself with strength—what does Huang Yan have?"

A weakling, a waste—what qualifies him to become head of the Huang Family?

Even if Yang'er dies, the family head position won't fall to Huang Yan; worst case, I'll go back and start a branch, I don't believe I won't produce a few talents.

Even if Huang Longji has more children with other women, it won't benefit Huang Yan.

These are his true feelings, and absolute proof of his dislike for Huang Yan.

Huang Wufeng glanced indifferently at Huang Longji and said: "Hmph, Family Head, even if you want to have children, it takes time—raising children takes time, every aspect takes time, at least twenty years, and that's assuming the child is a genius; if the child turns out inadequate, it could take longer."

Twenty years? Thirty? Fifty? You can wait, but the family cannot.

For the family, for the Huang Family's future, Family Head, you cannot be so selfish.

Huang Wufeng does not doubt that Huang Longji would not do this; this person truly has such thoughts, wanting women—there are plenty—and Huang Wufeng has no doubt about it.

But waiting several decades does not guarantee success.

It's better to take what's already available; why waste time and resources waiting for an uncertain answer? The Huang Family wouldn't do that, and Huang Wufeng wouldn't allow it.

So what? With my strength and lifespan, not just decades—I could wait centuries.

Huang Yan wanting to become head of the Huang Family? Impossible, unless I die.

He won't budge; no one can force him.

Huang Wufeng said nothing, merely staring at Huang Longji before him, realizing he was utterly resolute.

Family Head, may I ask why you hate Yang'er so much? He is your own son, bearing our Huang Family's bloodline—this is certain—yet, sharing the same blood, why treat him thus?

Huang Wufeng was utterly puzzled as to why.

Huang Wuheng also didn't know, and very much wanted to know the reason.

Huang Longji fell silent.

There's no reason; I simply don't like him.

That reason cannot convince them, nor the Huang Family.

Huang Wufeng frowned: "Family Head, I am not satisfied with that reason."

Huang Longji coldly said: "I am the Huang Family's head; I need no approval from you."

Within the Huang Family, he still holds authority; no one else can stop him.

By strength, those two uncles are no match for him; in the Huang Family, aside from his father Huang Wuji, he regards no one else.

Know this: Huang Longji himself is a Huang Family genius; otherwise, on what basis could he be the family head?

Rising among many talents, he stands at the Huang Family's peak.

He relies on strength—solid, tangible strength; his talent is the strongest among the previous generation of the Huang Family.

"'Family Head' is won with fists, not by uttering a couple of sentences."

"He, Huang Yan, is still not up to the mark."

Huang Wufeng and Huang Wuheng fell silent; that statement is indeed true.

Their agreement is useless; they must conquer the Huang Family's people to become its head.

Strength is paramount everywhere, incomparable to anything else.

Outside the formation.

On Longshe Shan.

Qinglong Daoren and Xinran Daoist heard these exchanges; the two glanced at each other and smiled.

Elder Xinran teased: "I wouldn't have thought Huang Longji hates Huang Yan so much; this kid is truly miserable, to have his own father despise him—aside from not being his bloodline, I can think of no other reason."

But the problem lies here: Huang Yan's bloodline is indeed that of the Huang Family, and also Huang Longji's bloodline—why then?

Their strength can still be discerned.

One's own bloodline cannot be feigned nor concealed.

Trying to fish in troubled waters is unlikely; any family's bloodline undergoes strict screening—without permission, one cannot be considered a member nor receive the family's cultivation.

Especially for such a great family, bloodline sensitivity is extreme; they would never overlook it.

Qinglong Daoren shook his head: "I don't know the specific reason; this kid's bloodline is fine."

"'Between father and son, they're like enemies—I've never seen such a thing before.'"

Huang Longji plays favorites, but not to this extent—he practically wants to kill Huang Yan.

This is too strange.

Or perhaps he has concealed it deeply; now he cannot hide himself, having previously acted the father.

Inside the formation, he exposed himself and can no longer conceal his inner thoughts.

Moreover, the formation's effect made him… expose his inner self; Huang Wufeng and Huang Wuheng stopped speaking, continued pressing for answers but got none—better to pretend ignorance—as they have begun distancing themselves from the family head, fearing he might go mad and attack them.

"'Daoist friend, you should still look at this kid—his condition is off.'"

Elder Xinran's voice rang out; Qinglong Daoren immediately lowered his head, seeing Huang Yan's body trembling all over—clearly, he too had heard Huang Longji's words, his mind unsettled, causing him to lose mental focus, and an accident occurred in the refinement of the Flame Yang Bone.

"'This kid really is…' Qinglong Daoren, helpless, acted, enveloping Huang Yan's body in Qinglong Yimu Fire."

The flames from Qinglong Yimu Fire and Flame Yang Bone merged, producing two extended-colored flames: one green, the Qinglong Yimu Fire, bearing a faint green hue—the color of vitality; the other, the Flame Yang Bone's flame, is crimson.

The two flames merged and entered Huang Yan's body, supplying him for joint refinement.

"'Kid, embrace and guard the dantian, don't think of anything else, circulate the technique.'"

Huang Yan's soul trembled; he reacted instantly, having no time to think or do anything else.

He circulated the Great Refining Life and Death Method, refining both Flame Yang Bone and Qinglong Yimu Fire together.

Both refined simultaneously, entering a balance; the flames from Qinglong Yimu Fire and Flame Yang Bone counteract each other, easing Huang Yan's pressure, allowing him to gradually absorb and refine them.

As long as this balance is not broken, he will come to no harm.

Qinglong Daoren stopped, clapped his hands and said, "Not bad, balance has been achieved; this kid won't cause any more trouble."

"Calmly devour and refine the Flame Yang Bone."

Qinglong Daoren instructed again, not allowing Huang Yan to think about those messy things, to focus on cultivation and on advancing his cultivation.

Strength is everything.

Without strength, he is nothing.

Huang Yan knows this and also understands the cruelty of reality; his father's words hurt him.

But that's just the fact.

His strength truly cannot make him the Family Head of the Huang Family; even if he became one, no one would respect him.

Within the Huang Family, strength speaks.