Chapter 112: What is the Way of Heaven?

After Yang Jun finished speaking, his eyes stared fixedly at his father.

Upon hearing this, Prince Pingxi Yang Ye was taken aback.

But in a moment, he sat upright.

At this moment, his previously emanating powerful aura also withdrew.

To him, this situation also seemed somewhat unexpected.

Precisely for this reason, he made such solemn preparations.

Outside the long pavilion, the wind rose.

The wind brushed his white temples, and a flicker of worry crossed Prince Pingxi's eyes.

On the battlefield, Prince Pingxi, who had always been fearless and never retreated, now panicked.

He felt uneasy and tense.

He instinctively shrank back, his eyes on Yang Jun, filled with pity for his beloved son.

Such a situation left him at a loss.

Could it be that Yang Jun has realized something?

No, that so‑called curse, the blade hanging over the Yang family's heads, he shouldn't know about it!

But why, now, does it happen here? How could such a thing occur?

Yang Ye felt uneasy; is this curse real?

He was even more unwilling to imagine that, should he encounter something he could not handle and leave Yang Jun alone in the world, learning of this curse would only bring further dread.

Would he then blame himself, unable to find peace, or even commit unimaginable acts?

"You brat, I've long heard you're arrogant and conceited, and even have a reputation for being a spoiled playboy."

"Before, I didn't want to believe it, but now you dare even to question the Way of Heaven?"

Yang Ye looked at Yang Jun, thought for a moment, and found a way to respond.

He dared not brush it off, for that would only make Yang Jun more curious and more doubtful.

He spoke with a hint of displeasure, seeming angry but actually probing his son's reactions.

"My father is Prince Pingxi—who should I fear?"

Yang Jun stood straight, his face full of pride.

He seemed very much like someone from later times who would say, "My dad is XX."

But what's the big deal about that?

No matter how many problems arise, with just the three words "Prince Pingxi" in this Great Xia, aside from the one exalted above, who else would have anything to fear?

Yang Jun's words made Yang Ye blink in surprise.

But soon after, Yang Ye leaned forward and grabbed Yang Jun's collar in one swift motion.

"You little brat, if one day I'm gone, can you protect yourself?"

Indeed, Yang Jun had just called himself the son of Prince Pingxi, so all of that need not be worried about.

So now, moving forward, what manner should we use to respond?

Yang Ye felt uneasy, wanting only to leave more escape routes for his son.

The one above, the so‑called elder brother.

For me, using his own words would be enough to describe him.

Things must change; since many matters are already moving forward, everything else is no big deal.

When it's time to adapt, we adapt.

"What do you mean? You won't be here? Father, who could kill you?"

Yang Jun startled; his father's condition now seems very off.

Just listening to the meaning of his words feels like he's giving a last testament.

Yang Jun questioned Yang Ye, his eyes locked on him.

In that moment, a deep surge of strong unease welled up inside him.

Could there be other changes in these matters?

Or perhaps, in the original story, those unavoidable events will still happen and come to pass.

Yang Jun frowned, while Yang Ye patted his shoulder.

"What are you thinking? Under heaven, who could make things difficult for me?"

Yang Ye appeared relaxed, and after saying that, he patted Yang Jun's shoulder again.

Immediately afterward, his eyes locked onto Yang Jun before him.

"Rest assured, before I return I have already ordered the Pacified West Army that someday they will obey only my son, Yang Jun, son of Yang Ye!"

Yang Ye spoke, raising his head to gaze toward the horizon.

In the sky, a great eagle soared past.

Yet no matter how high or fast it flies, it cannot escape this expanse of heaven and earth.

"Jun'er, look at me."

Yang Ye suddenly lowered his voice; in that sentence, Yang Jun blinked in surprise.

In his heart, that heightened sense of unease came again.

Such a situation left him utterly at a loss.

"The Yang family is the Yang family, the imperial house is the imperial house."

"No matter how strong the Yang family, it cannot surpass the imperial house."

"Of course, if one day you truly dislike it, you may speak of leaving."

Don't worry, Father isn't so incapable as to be unable to guarantee even my own son's safety; I will certainly use the best way to keep you safe when you leave.

Yang Ye's eyes were bright and spirited, and he spoke in a loud, clear voice.

Yang Jun hearing these words felt a sour ache in his heart.

It was obvious that Yang Ye had also sensed something.

But at this moment he did not say more, nor did he intend to question.

The Prince Pingxi, who conquers the world with unmatched heroic spirit, is not a strict father; he is merely a kind father.

In his heart, the most important and only thing is his own son.

All right, I know your temperament well; let me teach you a sword technique I have during this leisure time.

Yang Ye then patted Yang Jun's shoulder again and spoke repeatedly.

Yang Jun listened to Yang Ye's words and observed his expression at that moment.

At that moment he understood clearly in his heart.

Yang Ye was unwilling to speak those words too clearly.

He merely, at this time, deliberately changed the subject.

Father, what sword technique?

Overlord of the World!

Yang Ye's face was full of heroic spirit, coupled with supreme pride.

Yang Jun blinked slightly, but also understood that all this was nothing more than his kind father Yang Ye desperately trying to protect himself, thereby giving him more chances to survive.

Oh? Could it be that you, old man, see the overlord's aura on your son?

Yang Jun deliberately gave a light smile, looking pleased.

No, I just know your ability is too weak; without a good sword technique you cannot exert any strength, the power of your sword.

Yang Ye was very frank; in a single sentence Yang Jun's face turned grim.

Really? One doesn't expose shortcomings when scolding, nor strike the face when fighting; why must the words be so direct? Must we do it this way to be acceptable?

What's the matter? Still dissatisfied? Fine, bring your sword; I'll demonstrate it for you.

Yang Ye patted Yang Jun, and he greatly liked this gesture.

After all, using this method can bring him closer to his son; patting his shoulder is enough to feel that his own strength is growing stronger and stronger.