Chapter 1103: Huang Longji's Grudge

"Can you handle it?" Elder Xinran didn't know Qinglong Daoren's exact strength; he was only a new split, and when she arrived at Tianwai together, she was merely at the True Person Realm, and after these years Ding Tian was also only at the True Person Realm peak; perhaps she could reach the True Destiny Realm, but she could never defeat the True Destiny Peak of Huang Wuji.

Even if cultivation improves quickly, it cannot be that fast.

Can the Formation hold up? If it can't, what about the two of them?

All these need to be considered clearly; we must not fail to prepare in advance.

Qinglong Daoren smiled lightly: "It's trivial, you needn't worry. As long as it isn't the Dao Realm that comes, no one can break my Formation; even if the Dao Realm arrives, it cannot escape my palm."

Elder Xinran was very doubtful, not because she didn't trust Qinglong Daoren, but if Chen Chuyang were here she certainly wouldn't think it was bragging; she knows Chen Chuyang's strength very well—he is extremely powerful and perverse.

An external avatar is still just a split; no matter how strong the split is, it cannot catch up to Chen Chuyang's cultivation in just a few years.

"Can you really do it?" Elder Xinran asked.

Qinglong Daoren was amused and said, "I am certain I can; you can be completely at ease."

"Alright." Elder Xinran still doubted, but one cannot question Qinglong Daoren face‑to‑face; after all they are comrades, and exposing him directly would hurt his heart.

"I will still prepare in advance to avoid being caught off guard later," Elder Xinran muttered internally, began accumulating Technique, ensuring they were in the utmost peak state; even the True Destiny Realm, she was not afraid.

If I truly have to risk everything, I can fight Huang Wuji for a while; though I cannot defeat him, at least I can hold him off for some time.

Then, let Qinglong Daoren devise a method, using the Formation to leave this place.

Moreover, the battle may not even start; this place is the domain of beasts, and Huang Wuji does not wish to attract the attention of Mangshan Demon Palace, so certainly does not want to fight.

A battle at their level would inevitably cause the heavens and earth's spiritual qi to tremble, impossible to hide from the Strong Ones.

Outside the Formation.

Huang Wuji stood there, hands clasped behind his back, staring at the Formation before him, a mist—a mass of fog—obscuring everything, also covering the Formation's traces.

After a while, Huang Wuji took out a jade tablet that emitted a faint glow, pointing toward the deep interior of the mountain before him.

"A very strange Formation; I don't know what kind it is. This Formation is not simple; rushing in might even trap me inside."

"The one who set up this Formation cannot be a beast; a human arranging a Formation here? What is their intention?"

"Could it be to reside here? Or perhaps…"

Huang Wuji squinted; these questions instantly brought many thoughts, but he had no choice—only after entering could he learn the mastermind's purpose. He needed to confirm his son's safety, as well as Yan Er and Yang Er's safety.

They all must not have anything happen to them; as for Luo Feifei, if she dies, she dies, and he wouldn't care.

Huang Wuji lifted his foot, stepped into the Formation before him, his figure vanishing into the mist, entering the Formation. Huang Wuji frowned tightly: "These mists are strange; they can devour the true qi on my body and my vitality, the devouring strength is neither strong nor weak."

"Moreover, my Spiritual Sense cannot spread outward; at most within a ten‑meter radius, within that range I can do nothing."

"No wonder after they entered there was no news; it turns out they were trapped inside the Formation."

It was only a brief quarter‑hour, yet Huang Wuji extracted a lot of information.

After confirming the Formation's characteristics and some attack methods, he began to move forward.

It seemed purposeful to move forward, not blindly.

Mist Formation, Illusion Formation, cannot hinder his steps.

Half an hour later.

Huang Wuji saw his son Huang Longji, and also saw his two younger brothers.

"Second brother, third brother, and Longji, what are you doing?"

The three heard this and immediately stood up; Huang Wufeng watched the newcomer warily, doubting his identity, and asked directly, "Who are you?"

Huang Wuheng also stared, ready to act at any moment.

The two's attitude made Huang Wuji feel very depressed.

Huang Longji looked up and asked, "Father, is that you?"

Huang Wuji nodded: "Master, Longji, what is this?"

"And second brother, third brother, why are you staring at me like that?"

Huang Wufeng realized it was the elder brother, exhaled, and explained: "Elder brother, we're not targeting you; this Formation is strange—every so often some phantoms appear, confusing us, and we thought you, elder brother, were also a manifestation of the Formation, so…"

Having suffered losses, they naturally know the Formation's power; it can spawn people anytime to bewilder you.

Once you trust the other side, you will encounter danger.

And a slight misstep means death.

Those from the Luo Family died that way—killed by their own people, not outsiders—a very sad fate.

Huang Wuji, after hearing Huang Wufeng's explanation, thought aloud: "So that's it; no wonder I felt someone watching me all the way here. Mist Formation and Illusion Formation cannot affect me, so they won't appear."

"Longji, what about Yang Er?"

"And Feifei?"

There were no other figures around; aside from the three before his eyes, there was no one else.

The damned are all dead, all gone.

Either they were split apart and then died.

"Father, Yang Er is dead."

Huang Longji, grief‑stricken, said, "Feifei is also dead; they were all killed by Huang Yan."

"Father, you must avenge them; Yang Er and Feifei must not die in vain."

Huang Wuji exclaimed in shock, "What!"

"Longji, are you sure you're not insane? How could Yan Er kill Yang Er? His strength isn't enough to kill Feifei; are you hallucinating?"

Huang Wuji stared at Huang Longji, thinking he was spouting nonsense; such a thing could not happen.

Even if Yan Er wanted to kill them, he could not actually act; Huang Wuji knows Yan Er's nature best.

Unless.

"Father, I personally saw him kill Yang Er, right before my eyes; I tried to intervene to save him, but it was already too late."

"Father, you must avenge Yang Er."

Huang Longji said angrily, staring at his father, hoping his father could break this formation and then take him to find the person behind it.

Kill Huang Yan, kill that person behind it.

Huang Wuji frowned, looking at Huang Wufeng and Huang Wuheng; Huang Wufeng walked over and whispered softly into Huang Wuji's ear.

After a moment, Huang Wuji looked at Huang Wuheng, who nodded and said: "Eldest brother, Second Brother is right; that's exactly how it is. They wanted to kill Yan'er, but in the end, they were outmatched—Yan'er turned the tables and killed them, and they deserved it."

Huang Wufeng and Huang Wuheng have both settled this matter.

Hearing this, Huang Longji flew into a rage: "Second Uncle, Third Uncle, how can you say that?"

"Even if Yang'er and Feifei owe Yan'er, Yan'er cannot kill them—Feifei is Yan'er's mother, Yang'er is his disciple; if he does this, it's…… it's……"

He couldn't get the rest of the words out.