Chapter 1085: Huang Wuji Leaves Seclusion, Knows the Truth

One day after another.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Huang Yang and his mother, along with a few others, had waited a long time, but Huang Yan never appeared; instead, they were on the verge of collapse.

The mother and son fell silent.

After a long while, Huang Yang said, "Mother, the plan has failed; that brat Huang Yan won't…… come in."

"In a few more days, we will truly be exhausted; at that point, we'll be fish on the chopping board, at anyone's mercy."

The outcome would be dire; we must quickly devise a plan to leave this place, for the mist constantly envelops them, incessantly devouring their true qi and vitality, and as they grow weaker, the mist's devouring effect intensifies.

The rate of increase was swift; Huang Yang felt that pressure, his heart urgent.

They have little time left; they must leave the formation early, or else, like Luo Feifei, once their spirits break, they will surely fall victim, and then the tragedy of mutual slaughter will repeat.

Those guards beside them would soon be unable to hold on, could collapse at any moment; if not for their suppression, they might have already collapsed.

If hope were lost and they collapsed completely, their minds would be thrown into chaos—something they did not want. These guards, though not strong, were still useful; they were talents nurtured by their mother, forming one of the foundations for his future control of the Huang family.

"I know, Yang'er, don't worry; Huang Yan will surely come, for the Flame Yang Bone is too important to him—he could never abandon it."

Luo Feifei declared firmly: "Without the Flame Yang Bone, that brat could never reach a higher realm; the True Realm requires a complete body, and the Dao Realm demands primordial unity—he lacks all that, and even if he could cultivate, at best he could only condense a pellet."

"He will not give up the Flame Yang Bone; as long as we possess it, we hold the initiative."

Luo Feifei's thinking changed; if it came to that, they could exchange the Flame Yang Bone for a chance to leave, to kill Huang Yan—but not for now.

This formation is exceedingly strange; if they do not solve it within a day, they cannot kill Huang Yan.

After returning to the Huang family, they would then use other forces and demonic beasts to hunt them down.

Huang Yang shook his head: "Mother, you're overthinking; as things stand, Huang Yan can already cultivate, and his cultivation has partially recovered—though not as strong as mine, it's still more than enough to deal with these guards."

"To him, the Flame Yang Bone is not a necessity; rather, we may have only this one option."

He did not want to dig out the Flame Yang Bone; doing so now would inflict serious harm on him.

Part of his origin would be lost, and his body would become incomplete.

Huang Yang did not want that, nor did he want to experience the pain of having his bones dug out.

"If it truly comes to that, exchanging the Flame Yang Bone for our lives is not impossible—just fearing Huang Yan might not agree."

Luo Feifei transmitted: "Don't worry, Yang'er; he will surely be moved."

"As long as he appears, we can capture him; once we capture him, then……"

Their conversation and their plans were all heard by Qinglong Daoren and his companions.

Elder Xinran glanced at Huang Yan and mocked, "Kid, in their eyes you're a fool."

Huang Yan: "……"

He could not laugh, for his former self had indeed been that way, overly trusting of them.

Little did he know, he had all along been calculated by them.

"You were indeed foolish before, actually believing them; being alive today, you truly owe thanks to your grandfather."

Huang Yan spread his hands, not knowing what to say.

"Master, Martial Uncle Xinran, could you stop laughing at me? I've suffered enough."

"They nearly killed me; today I cannot let them leave alive so easily."

"The pain of having bones dug out—I will make them experience it once; as Luo Feifei and Huang Yang treated me back then, today they will repay double."

Huang Yan believes in repaying grudges same day; he will not postpone revenge to tomorrow.

"Would you choose to let them go?" Qinglong Daoren asked lightly.

Elder Xinran tilted his head, awaiting Huang Yan's answer.

"Of course not; they all want to kill me, and if I were soft-hearted, how could I face this year's suffering? They must die—no one can save them."

"Master, rest assured; I, the disciple, will not commit the folly of letting the tiger return to the mountain—since we are enemies, we will exterminate them completely."

When dealing with enemies, one cannot be soft-hearted.

Since Huang Yang and the others feel no familial affection, do not blame him for being unjust.

"Excellent; this is exactly how my disciple should treat enemies—using thunderous means to suppress them, leaving no future trouble."

"You have already received a fraction of my true teachings, very good." Qinglong Daoren wore the expression of "a child who can be taught"; this disciple is sharp, grasping things instantly.

Being soft-hearted brings no kindness, only lets enemies push further.

To eradicate the roots and exterminate completely—that is reality.

Elder Xinran laughed: "Kid, you haven't reached the point of utter stupidity; if you let them go, you would not be worthy of being Qinglong Daoren's disciple."

Qinglong Daoren waved his hand: "It's not that serious."

His face was full of smiles, yet carried a faint chill.

Huang Yan naturally knew this was no joke; he was glad he had not been soft-hearted.

"I've entrusted those few to you, Huang Yan—can you handle it?"

Huang Yan immediately straightened his posture and said solemnly, "Disciple can."

"Very good, full of confidence; imprison them for another ten or eight days, then when they can no longer hold out, you strike—do not rush, for killing requires a bit of patience."

"Don't capsize in the gutter."

Qinglong Daoren finally reminded him not to suffer a counterattack.

"Disciple understands." Huang Yan naturally would not rush in or act rashly.

In the blink of an eye, five days passed.

The Huang family.

Inside Huang Wuji's room, he received the latest news; regarding all that had happened after he left the Huang family, he had people investigate, and soon obtained the answer he wanted.

"Sir, things are exactly thus; Young Master Huang Yan is likely to meet more misfortune than fortune."

The people below dared not speak again, dared not face the furious Huang Wuji before them; this person is the true authority of the Huang Family.

All Huang Family members obey his orders.

Once the master gets angry, the consequences are severe.

"I just want to know one thing: Is Yan'er still alive?"

The butler lowered his head, trembling, and said: "Master, I, the servant, am not entirely clear either; based on Luo Feifei's recent actions, I guess that Young Master Yan'er is not dead yet, possibly hiding in the Mangshan Mountain Range; this time they went to the Mangshan Mountain Range likely to kill Young Master Yan'er."

"Young Master Yang'er also went to the Mangshan Mountain Range, and those Huang Family people all went as well."

Huang Wuji stood up, glaring at the butler.

"Why wasn't this matter told to me?"

The butler was frightened; he knew the master was truly angry, and within the Huang Family, a purge was coming.

Many people might die because of this.

"Old Master, it's not that I, the servant, didn't tell you; it's that the Family Head issued an order forbidding us from meddling and from telling you."

After saying this, the butler went limp.