Chapter 2382: Clash in the City

Just mentioning Tie Dan, that little bastard, makes Tianxing Lao Ren hate him so much his teeth itch.

If it weren't for this little bastard's betrayal, with the Sect's people on his trail, he wouldn't have ended up in such a state.

After hiding for these days, he had already devised an escape plan, nearly a sure thing.

Even if numerous forces spread a heaven‑and‑earth net, he was confident he could escape.

But who would have thought that at this critical juncture, that little bastard actually brought the Sect's people to his door, calling him 'dad' over and over.

This kid is sick — that's Tianxing Lao Ren's judgment of Tie Dan.

However, the three people beside him, facing Tianxing Lao Ren's angry scolding, simply did not believe him.

You now say that kid isn't your son — what deceitful nonsense; who would believe it, treating them as fools?

If he weren't your son, would he call you 'dad' over and over? He does it with such sincere feeling, like a filial son and kind father.

The three of them didn't show the slightest improvement in expression from Tianxing Lao Ren's anger; instead they couldn't help mocking.

"Heh, even now you still refuse to admit it?"

"Besides, his son wants to kill his father; if it were my offspring, I wouldn't acknowledge him either."

"Heaven's way has cycles."

"Enough, what the hell are you babbling about? I said that little bastard isn't my son."

Facing the trio's cold mockery, Tianxing Lao Ren could no longer hold back and shouted angrily.

He now wishes he could tear that little bastard apart alive — how could he possibly be his father?

For a moment, the atmosphere among the four grew strange.

The remaining three had lost all respect for Tianxing Lao Ren; if not for fearing his strength and the current situation, they would have already attacked to vent their anger.

After all, in their view, ending up in this predicament is entirely thanks to Tianxing Lao Ren's notorious son.

Even if they didn't come to blows, the three would at least go their separate ways.

Tianxing Lao Ren naturally knew what the three were thinking; while cursing them inwardly, he forcibly suppressed his anger and spoke.

"Now is not the time to talk about this; we are all in this together — share honor or share loss — and I hope you understand that."

"Regardless of what happened before, if the Sect's people catch you, nobody expects to survive."

"Weigh the pros and cons; if you want to live, figure it out clearly."

Those words were both a threat and a reassurance, and they indeed had an effect.

Upon hearing Tianxing Lao Ren's words, the three didn't reply, but they knew the fact was exactly as he said.

Regardless, for now escaping with their lives is the top priority.

Seeing that he had temporarily pacified the three, Tianxing Lao Ren secretly let out a sigh of relief.

He didn't absolutely have to bring these three; it's just that after just using that secret art, his body is very weak.

Having someone nearby also adds a bit of safety, and at a critical moment they can even serve as cannon fodder.

In these respects, Tianxing Lao Ren is undoubtedly experienced; having lived so many years, the number of fellow cultivators he's sold out is anywhere from eighty to a hundred, and he knows all their tricks.

If not for that, why would he have bothered to expend effort saving these three earlier? He could have just fled himself.

Precisely because they are useful, he brought them along as a matter of course.

Under Tianxing Lao Ren's leadership, the four's speed may not be fast, but they are extremely careful, and they dare not stop even for a moment.

Still, someone among the three voiced a worried question.

"Are you sure your notorious son can't find you? Isn't there some secret technique or the like that could lock onto your position?"

Such concern is normal, after all, between father and son there can be a treasure that confirms each other's location, or some secret art, which is also normal.

Now they fear that little bastard has picked up the scent and is coming after his father.

They have no interest in the father‑son grudge; as long as it doesn't drag them in, they're fine.

As for that, Tianxing Lao Ren gritted his teeth and spoke viciously.

"I said it — we are not father and son."

"Speak properly; we're seriously asking you."

"I am speaking properly — that little bastard isn't my son."

"Just tell me, can your notorious son find us? Did you leave him any magic treasure or secret art or the like?"

"None, alright then."

No matter how Tianxing Lao Ren explained, the three simply wouldn't believe him; in the end he could only grit his teeth and reply.

Upon hearing that, the three finally felt a bit more at ease.

That's fine; as for the previous remarks, the three basically dismissed them as nonsense.

If he isn't your son, could he be mine? I certainly don't have such a filial son.

Tianxing Lao Ren only feels resentment — boundless resentment, a grievance for the ages.

Out of the blue he pops up with such a grown son, and the key point is that this damned fellow is actually an unfilial offspring.

The kind who, right off the bat, wants to kill his father.

No matter how he explains, nobody now believes him.

He swore viciously in his heart.

"You little bastard, I will someday grind your bones to ashes."

While Tianxing Lao Ren is worn out from fleeing, Ye Zhangqing is in Thus English: Thus English: Dengtianxiancheng.

With Tianlin, Miao Qianqian, and Zuo Jue in retreat, he has become much more tranquil.

Moreover, just yesterday, Bai Hua Xianzi and several ladies, after finishing arrangements for the canteen, also went into retreat.

Since they have the fruit of the Nine Heavens Treasure Tree, the ladies also want to quickly raise their cultivation.

But now that they have gone into retreat, the canteen and the information network naturally all fall into Ye Zhangqing's hands.

Although before seclusion, the several women had arranged the general matters properly, Ye Zhangqing also did not need to worry too much.

But if an unexpected matter arises, there's nothing to be done; only Ye Zhangqing can step forward.

Who let everyone else go into seclusion?

In the courtyard, Ye Zhangqing leisurely sipped tea; suddenly, from not far away in the sky, a terrifying aftershock came.

The space was directly shattered by this aftershock, and the Heavenly Family manor's protective formation was immediately triggered.

Seeing the sudden change, Ye Zhangqing couldn't help but look up.

"Someone is fighting in the city?"

This aftershock is not far from me; obviously it is within Thus English: Thus English: Dengtianxiancheng.

This indicates that someone is fighting within Thus English: Thus English: Dengtianxiancheng, and the person who made the move has cultivation not low, all having reached the Ancient Immortal Realm level.

This is strange, for you must know that Thus English: Thus English: Dengtianxiancheng is the Heavenly Family's ancestral land, belonging to the Heavenly Family's base of operations that has been operated for tens of thousands of generations.

Thus English: Thus English: Dengtianxiancheng is not only extremely prosperous, but can also be said to have extremely strict rules.

Not to mention the outsider cultivators, even the various immortal clans big and small within the city dare not violate the Heavenly Family's regulations.

Moreover, to openly fight in the city is clearly a violation of the bottom-line regulations.

The battle's aftershocks did not stop, but came wave after wave; feeling the continuous aftershocks, Ye Zhangqing softly murmured a sentence.

"The world has already become this chaotic? Even the Heavenly Family's rules are useless?"