Chapter 7: with translation of chapter title

It was originally a harmless, cute little Xiao Naihu, but in an instant transformed into a savage, blood‑thirsty ancient beast!

Ye Huanhuan sensed that strange aura, was startled, and in the next instant her target vanished!

Just as Ye Huanhuan was shocked, a white flash flickered before her.

A claw wind swooped past.

Sharp pain surged, and Ye Huanhuan let out a series of cries.

The people who had come with Ye Huanhuan were all frightened into stupefaction.

Who could have thought that the seemingly harmless little Xiao Naihu would be even more ferocious than tigers and leopards.

Ye Huanhuan fell to the ground, covering her face and wailing; the Xiao Naihu retracted its claws and crouched nearby, its blue eyes glinting with bloodlust.

"Sorry about that, I forgot to tell you, it's super fierce…" Ye Qingran added a jab from the side.

The mocking laughter ringing in her ears made Ye Huanhuan's anger boil over.

"Well, Yaowang Valley, how dare you mock me!" Ye Huanhuan shouted, covering her face.

"You can't put it that way. Miss Ye isn't her talent extraordinary, and she's about to be taken under Qingyun Sword Immortal, right? How can she not even defeat a little kitten?"

The crowd: "……"

Never seen such a ferocious little kitten!

Ye Huanhuan's eyes gleamed with bloodlust, "You wait for me; once I join the Qingyun Sword Immortal Sect, today's grievance will be repaid a hundredfold!"

"Yaowang Valley is ready at any moment!"

Han Xing Leng Yue sneered.

What does the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect amount to?

Watching Ye Huanhuan and her party depart, Ye Qingran said with disappointment, "It's been five years; even after they dug out my Sacred Spiritual Root, I haven't seen any progress from her!"

"Miss, since there's nothing left to investigate about the incident five years ago at Ye Huanhuan's end, why not just kill her, for…" for avenging that child.

She didn't dare utter the rest.

Because that's Miss's reverse scale.

"Avenging the child?"

This time, Ye Qingran chose to face it.

Han Xing Leng Yue were both startled.

"No, he's not dead!" Yet Ye Qingran's eyes held hopeful light, her voice light yet firm, "I am increasingly convinced that that child is still alive."

The two's pupils contracted slightly.

"But… the scattered bones on the cliff?"

In Jiu Fu Lin, at the spot where the Miss fell off the cliff, they either went themselves or sent people, countless times, finding some infant bones that had been torn apart by beasts and scattered across the lands; so far none have been assembled into a whole.

"It's not my child's… I can feel…" Ye Qingran's voice took on a faint, ethereal tone.

Her figure was that of utter loneliness.

At that time she was nearly dead, utterly powerless to protect the child.

Yet she still had a preternatural sense that her own child must still be alive!

And moreover, living well!

But even though she firmly believed her child was alive, amidst the vast sea of people, how could she possibly find him?

However, soon she returned to her former self.

"As long as he is still alive, there is still hope, isn't there?"

Han Xing and Leng Yue's faces showed excitement.

The Miss's child is still alive, that's wonderful!

"To learn the whereabouts of the young master, we can only ask Lin Xueyan!" Yet Lin Xueyan is already in Western Extremity, well protected by the great forces there.

"Miss, you think maybe Lin Xueyan carried the young master to Western Extremity…"

At those words, killing intent flared around Ye Qingran!

She had once thought the same.

No matter why Lin Xueyan did this, forcing their kin to be separated for so many years, this hatred is unforgivable!

"Issue the order, spare no cost, to drive the forces of the Dark Night into Western Extremity!"

In the valleys, Ye Qingran's resolute voice echoed!

Xiliang City

In the Wine House, a four‑ or five‑year‑old child idly propped a chin, while the other hand tapped the table intermittently.

He was exquisitely delicate, and perched on his shoulder was a tiny gray sparrow.

Such a combination attracted many gazes.

"I heard the Medicine King Pavilion plans to auction a Five-grade Pill; I wonder if it's true or not?"

"What? A Five-grade Pill, my god! The Medicine King Pavilion is too powerful, right?!"

"That's right, you should also see who's behind the Medicine King Pavilion! It's the Ghost Doctor, who can wrest souls from King Yan, stationed in Yaowang Valley!"

"Tsk, Yaowang Valley these years has been like a dark horse, developing rapidly; soon its influence will rival the Three Great Sects!"

……

Three years ago, Yaowang Valley burst onto the scene; its Medicine King Gu Gu Master 'Ghost Doctor' amazed everyone with his transcendent alchemy, startling the entire Central Region.

Now, families that have benefited from Yaowang Valley are scattered across the Central Region, but that Ghost Doctor rarely shows himself.

All know that the Ghost Doctor wears a white robe, floating like an immortal, strikingly handsome, as flawless as jade, with unparalleled elegance.

"Xiao Huihui, where is the Yaowang Valley they're talking about? Could that Valley Master be my mother?"

Xiao Huihui propped his head with his wings.

Young master, why do you think everyone is your mother?

The nearby diner heard it and laughed out loud, 'Little one, the Valley Master of Yaowang Valley is a man—how could he be your mother?'

Mo Xiaohu blinked his eyes.

Turns out he's a man, so he can't be his mother.

Mo Xiaohu lowered his head in disappointment.

"Young master, could that Ghost Doctor be your father?" Xiao Huihui rarely let her thoughts wander.

Mo Xiaohu remained unmoved, even somewhat disdainful: 'Tiger Demon King Aunt said my father is probably a scumbag; such a father, better not have one.'

Xiao Huihui was very puzzled: 'Why did they all abandon you? Your father is a scumbag, but your mother is innocent.'

Xiao Huihui, this double-standard bird, even thinks it's too double-standard.

Mo Xiaohu said matter-of-factly: 'Mother definitely has her difficulties.'

Xiao Huihui: '.....'

"Ah, Xiao Huihui, you say, when will I be able to find Mother?"

The little sparrow shook its head in a human-like way, looking very forlorn.

Young master's mother, where exactly are you?

Young master and Xiao Huihui have searched for you so hard!

Mo Xiaohu pursed his lips, speaking disdainfully: 'Forget it, asking you is useless; you only know how to eat.'

Xiao Huihui let out a 'chirp-chirp' call.

No way! Besides eating, it also sleeps!

"I like her, I also like her, beautiful woman…" Mo Xiaohu silently recited this line.

He had heard this line from Tiger Demon King Aunt on the day he left Mo Yuan and embarked on the journey to find his mother with the little tadpoles.

But after searching for so long, he hasn't even seen a beautiful woman, let alone one he likes.

He feels so sorrowful!

The young master feels sorrowful, and Xiao Huihui is also very sorrowful!

"Young sir, your ordered dishes have arrived!"

A waft of food aroma rushed into Mo Xiaohu's nostrils, and his eyes instantly lit up.

"How fragrant!"

Then, Mo Xiaohu temporarily forgot his worries about finding his mother and dove into the food, eating heartily.

Xiao Huihui: '.....'

And yet they say it only knows how to eat, but the young master can eat the most!

"Xiao Huihui, why aren't you eating?" Mo Xiaohu struggled to lift his little face from the food, a grain of rice still stuck to the corner of his mouth.

"Although these people are weak and not good-looking, the food they make is far tastier than that of Mo Yuan!"

Xiao Huihui wholeheartedly agreed.

The food of Mo Yuan is truly not fit for birds!

Xiao Huihui flapped its wings and joined the battle; before long, one person and one sparrow had finished a whole table of dishes.

The speed was so fast, the appetite so huge, it left a group of people dumbfounded.

Especially that little sparrow, clearly so small, how can it eat so much?

After wiping his mouth, Mo Xiaohu skillfully took out money and slapped it on the table.

"Xiao Huihui, are you full? Let's set off!"

"Mother, Little Fox has come to find you!"

Xiliang, Ye Family

The vermilion-red gate, eight zhang wide, beneath nine steps of green stone, with two mighty stone lions guarding each side.

Before the gate, on Zhuque Street, the crowds flowed like weaving; every passerby cast envious and reverent gazes upon this mansion.

This is the Ye Family.

Xiliang is home to a prominent great clan.

The current family head, Ye Yu, is the reigning Prime Minister.

The Ye Family now enjoys boundless glory, for it has produced a Heaven's Pride Maiden—Ye Huanhuan.

"These years, the Ye Family, thanks to producing a genius, has simply been thriving!"

"This Ye Huanhuan is truly impressive; her already outstanding top-grade spiritual root actually evolved, becoming a once-in-a-thousand-years holy spiritual root!"

"In such a great Xiliang, where geniuses are countless, among the younger generation, this Ye Huanhuan's talent should be unmatched, right?"

……

Some people gathered at the Ye Residence gate, whispering among themselves.

The names constantly mentioned are none other than Ye Huanhuan; occasionally one hears Ye Sisi; as for Ye Qingran, the former eldest daughter of the Ye Family's main line, she has long been forgotten since her disappearance five years ago.

"Ye Huanhuan..." the white-clad woman held Xiao Naihu, standing opposite the Ye Residence, sizing up the familiar gate, a cold smile curling her lips.

She, Ye Qingran, has returned.

Ye Family, are you ready?

"Who dares to barge into the Ye Residence?" Two silver spears blocked Ye Qingran's path.

The gatekeepers' expressions revealed a solemn aura.

"I'm going home." Ye Qingran rubbed the little tiger's head, smiling as she said.

Going home?

"This is the Ye Residence, and someone like you could even dare to covet it?" the guard said coldly, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.

That's right, this is my home.

This Ye Residence is one of her mother's dowries.

She is returning to her mother's home, which is proper and justified.

However, now the magpie's nest is occupied by the cuckoo.

Ye Qingran's words had just finished when a sharp, harsh voice came from behind.