Chapter 1356: Confrontation

"I told you not to speak, you old ghost." Huang Longji roared.

He refuses to acknowledge any of this; he does not see himself as a cripple, nor does he want to admit to what he did back then, denying everything, yet he does not think there is anything wrong with himself.

No one from back then was told by him; everyone thought it was all in the past—who would have thought that Guixin knew, and knew it clearly—Huang Longji never expected that at this moment Guixin Elder would reveal the truth of those years, as if he had experienced it himself.

How could Huang Longji not be furious, how could he not collapse—that was his secret buried deep, known only to the deceased Luo Feifei; even Huang Yang did not know these things, and as for his father Huang Wuji, he only knew of those actions, not that Huang Longji had been crippled.

This fig leaf is now torn away, Huang Longji's last dignity is lost and no longer exists.

Even before Huang Yan, he completely lost his last shred of dignity; as a father and as an elder, he had no dignity left, and even his last semblance of supremacy was gone.

"Hehehe, Huang Longji, if I were you, back then I should have been more ruthless instead of sparing Huang Yan; look at you now, you've fallen into his hands—truly pathetic."

"You can't even beat your own son—you're utterly useless, good for nothing."

"This opportunity was so good, yet you insisted on making it known to everyone; clearly you could have restored your cultivation and left the ancestral hall, but you chose the most arrogant way—you deserved to fail."

"In every respect, you are a failure."

Guixin Elder pointed at Huang Longji and lashed out again, leaving him speechless.

Huang Longji glared at Guixin Elder, his chest surging, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Pfft."

His body collapsed again, powerless on the ground, his eyes losing their luster; stimulated a second time, Huang Longji could no longer hold on, and even his last vestige of vitality began to fade.

His tottering body could collapse at any moment, could die at any moment; he did not want to die, his will to survive persisted, he struggled to let himself… keep going, unable to… just collapse like that.

Unfortunately, he truly could not endure this time, or rather, he had lost the will to live.

"Huang Longji, you worthless waste, you'd be better off dying early; you wasted this elder's chance—I thought you could bring some despair to the Huang Family, but look, that's all."

"But Huang Yan, you—who would have thought you wouldn't collapse, still able to hold steady at this moment—tsk tsk."

Guixin Elder stared at Huang Yan, noticing he showed no anger or grief, his eyes still retained a gleam, and he did not collapse outright; he was intrigued—anyone hearing of this would not… remain so calm, they would become angry and lose reason.

But he had not; he kept his composure.

It was strange, also calm—calm to a frightening degree.

Huang Yan coldly stared at Guixin Elder and said, "Are you done speaking?"

He raised the Flame Yang Staff, pointing it at Guixin Elder, illuminating the dark mountains.

Huang Yan, resembling a ball of fire, was furious inside, yet he did not strike directly; instead he analyzed Guixin Elder's location—the figure before him was merely a clone, not the true body.

His true body must be nearby, hiding somewhere; Guixin Elder was very cautious, not exposing his aura directly, nor would he act—once he moved, his aura could no longer be concealed.

He continually provoked Huang Yan and Huang Longji, making the father and son fly into rage, then fall into the trap.

"You've finished speaking—you can go die now."

Huang Yan swung the Flame Yang Staff, ignoring the clone before him; the staff elongated and smashed far into the darkness behind Guixin Elder with a boom, collapsing that spot—yet no figure appeared.

Guixin Elder gazed at him with a grin and said coldly, "Useless, Huang Yan—you cannot find me; I have merged with the night, your strength is too weak."

"As for these two people, I have never seen them before—I don't know who they are."

Guixin Elder was very curious about Chen Qinglian and Qi Haoyang, and took great interest in them.

These two are indeed talented, yet they entered the Huang Family without leaving any trace of identity or origin, as if everything were illusory; Guixin Elder investigated them thoroughly, but found nothing.

Guixin Elder naturally wanted to know their identity, where they came from, which clan or sect they belonged to; not knowing their identity made it hard to act, for fear they were disciples of some sect—killing them would have unimaginable consequences.

"Hmph." Huang Yan snorted coldly, not revealing Chen Qinglian and Qi Haoyang's identities, but instead fixed his gaze on Guixin Elder, continuing to seek his true body.

Chen Qinglian and Qi Haoyang were also scanning the surroundings; they exchanged a glance and immediately attacked.

Guixin Elder's expression changed; he instantly fled a thousand li, unwilling to be caught between them.

Chen Qinglian and Qi Haoyang watched the fleeing figure, smirking coldly: "This old coot runs fast—seeing the situation turn bad, he bolted at once."

"Even this clone before him cannot be sustained; this person is not easy to deal with."

Chen Qinglian nodded: "Yeah, killing him isn't easy unless we land a killing blow that prevents his escape."

Such opportunities are rare; someone like Guixin Elder, an undying old fox who has survived countless battles, is as cunning as a fox—any slight irregularity makes him flee rather than stay and fight, let alone strike directly.

Without understanding the situation, he would certainly not act personally.

"This person is extremely cunning and also very dangerous, senior brother—we must not fall for his tricks." Huang Yan stopped Chen Qinglian and Qi Haoyang, preventing them from pursuing.

The two weren't that foolish; at such a time sticking together is safest, and they must not split up.

Moments later, two silhouettes descended—Huang Wufeng and Huang Wuheng landed, seeing Huang Longji lying on the ground like a desiccated corpse; they frowned, scanned the surroundings, caught Guixin Elder's scent, then looked at the battlefield and turned their eyes to Huang Yan.

"Er'er, what is this?" Huang Wufeng asked first.

Huang Wuheng had already guessed many things; he stared at Huang Longji, who was at death's door, with no hope of rescue.

"Second Grandfather, Third Grandfather, was my mother's clan slaughtered by my father?"

"And is my survival due to Luo Feifei?"

"Or have I merely been Huang Yang's property from the start?"

Huang Yan lifted his head, gazing at Huang Wufeng and Huang Wuheng; those words thundered in their ears.

Everyone present from the Huang Family heard it, they all stared, wanting to know the answer.

Huang Wufeng, upon hearing this, leapt up: "Er'er, don't listen to that old ghost Guixin trying to deceive you—that old thing spouts nothing but nonsense; don't believe his evil words, this person deliberately fabricated all this just to make you doubt us."

"This matter is absolutely……"

He met Huang Yan's eyes—glaring and sharp—and could not continue his sentence.

"Sigh."

A sigh explained everything.