Chapter 1106: Huang Yan Steps Forward, Meets Huang Wuji

Huang Longji no longer resists; at a time like this, resisting his father is no different from courting death.

He knows his father very well; decisions that have been made will not change.

Huang Wufeng is happy to guard Huang Longji; this Family Head is truly terrible, having long found him unsightly, dotes on that vile woman, and even wants to act against Yan'er—how could that be? He disregards them, which is plainly to humiliate them, isn't it?

He cannot be given a good attitude; having fallen to today's situation, Huang Wufeng naturally will not allow him to rise again. Huang Longji's future has already been decided and cannot be altered; anyone who wishes to release him will meet Huang Wufeng's first objection.

Huang Wuji lifted his head, gazing into the depths of the mist as if he could see through everything. He stepped forward and shouted loudly, "Yan'er, come out."

The sound reverberated within the formation, spreading into the mist and outward into the distance.

On Longshe Shan, Huang Yan's body trembled; the Flame Yang Bone and Qinglong Yimu Fire merged into his body, becoming two flames that emitted a faint light, continuously nourishing his form.

The Great Refining Life and Death Method successfully forged, achieving a balance; the Flame Yang Bone returned to its position in the chest, resettling and reviving vitality. Huang Yan's body likewise revived, scorching energy resonating inside and out. His cultivation continuously rose until it halted at the first tier of the True Person Realm, yet the energy within could still break through further.

Huang Yan did not continue to break through, remaining stuck at the first tier of the True Person Realm; excess energy pressed within his body, spreading around his form to solidify it.

Opening his eyes, Huang Yan exclaimed excitedly, "Master, the disciple succeeded, returning to the first tier of the True Person Realm."

Immediately, he knelt and kowtowed; the master's rebirth grace is unforgettable.

Qinglong Daoren promptly lifted him up, saying, "Enough, no more bows; I, as your teacher, don't like that routine."

"Your grandfather called you; do you want to go see him?"

He heard everything Huang Wuji did and said, and saw it with his own eyes; this is a true hero.

He can suppress his own son for the Huang Family.

Because of this, Qinglong Daoren couldn't help but glance at him again; someone who reaches this point is no mere luck.

Huang Yan looked at his grandfather's silhouette within the formation and fell silent.

"Master, do you wish the disciple to go?" Huang Yan lifted his head; if it had been before, he would certainly have rushed forward.

Now he hesitates, not wanting to leave his master; his great vengeance has been fulfilled—Huang Yang is dead, Luo Feifei is also dead, the Flame Yang Bone has returned to his body, and moreover, he has gained an opportunity, making the future path clearer.

Compared to before, it is better and more promising.

"Your matters, you decide yourself; I, as your teacher, will not intervene," Qinglong Daoren waved his hand: "Whatever decision you make, I will support you."

Huang Yan blinked; his master's words were as good as unsaid.

He looked at Xinran Zhanglao, clasped his hands and asked, "Uncle Xinran, what do you think?"

Xinran Zhanglao: "I watch while standing."

Huang Yan: "…"

Stop messing around, Uncle, don't learn bad habits from the master.

Xinran Zhanglao laughed and waved his hand: "Alright, I won't tease you. Your master is right; this is your matter. How you think, how you act, you decide yourself; no one else can decide for you."

"Whatever decision you make, both I and your master will support you."

"As long as you don't regret it, that's enough; you kid can decide to go yourself."

In short, anything Qinglong Daoren does not decide, he will not do.

This kid's affairs are troublesome; the Huang Family has many troubles, and whatever is done is not good.

In the future, he will surely blame himself.

"Fine." Huang Yan sighed helplessly; the master and uncle made no decision, but instead let him decide. He could not decide, which is why he needed to ask them.

After hesitating for a long time, Huang Yan looked again into the formation, where his grandfather stood, looking toward his side.

"Grandfather."

That was his grandfather, the one who cherished him most; this time he came, and his grandfather also came to save him.

Huang Yan knew that his grandfather had suppressed his father for him.

His grievances and his anger had both subsided.

However, he did not know how to face Huang Wuji.

After all, he killed Huang Yang and Luo Feifei; if these two deeds spread, he could not stand within the Huang Family.

But he could not refuse to go; his grandfather had come here for him, and not going would be indefensible.

"Alas." Huang Yan turned, bowing his hands and waist toward Qinglong Daoren.

He turned and entered the formation.

Xinran Zhanglao nudged Qinglong Daoren, teasing, "Aren't you worried he'll run away?"

If Qinglong Daoren's first disciple were to leave, wouldn't that be—

After investing so much effort in cultivation, only to become a wedding dress for others.

Qinglong Daoren shrugged, "If he runs, he runs; it's not a big deal. I had already expected him to return to the Huang Family, which is better and benefits both you and me."

Xinran Zhanglao asked in puzzlement, "Why do you say that?"

Qinglong Daoren laughed, "When this kid returns to the Huang Family and takes control as its Family Head, won't he be able to gather more spirit medicines, more heavenly treasures, and information about the Mu Long clan? Many matters can be left to this kid, so we won't have to appear."

"The danger coefficient drops dramatically, and moreover, we won't be… discovered; you and I will be much safer."

"We can gain more time, ideally remaining undiscovered for the next twenty to thirty years; that way, you and I won't have to worry about being found."

Xinran Zhanglao, upon hearing, suddenly realized, "I see, you've long had this plan; you are truly scheming."

Xinran Zhanglao raised her thumb; compared to Qinglong Daoren, she is far inferior.

In terms of scheming, calculation, or any other aspect, she is far behind.

Being with this person is safe; there's no need to fear being plotted against. Qinglong Daoren inherited Chen Chuyang's strengths, treating his own people well and never scheming against them; this has attracted many followers around him.

People who are trustworthy.

"Ahaha, I've only taken a few steps ahead of others; it's nothing. If you wish, you can also achieve it." Qinglong Daoren waved his hand: "You're just too lazy to think."

Xinran Zhanglao waved his hand: "Forget it, letting me think about these is worse than letting me die."

"With this time, you'd be better off training more with the sword, boosting your strength, so that later you can help yourself."

Qinglong Daoren chuckled, "Then wouldn't I still have to thank you?"

Xinran Zhanglao raised his head, puffed out his chest, and said arrogantly: "That's natural. How do you want to thank me?"

Qinglong Daoren said with a smile: "You need to ask the main body about this; I cannot thank you. When the main body arrives, let him properly thank you—I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Xinran Zhanglao blinked, smiled, and did not continue questioning.