CHAPTER 1047: HOW WISE MY FATHER IS

Xiong Zhong gasped in shock, nearly ruining their plans.

Luckily, Xiong Fen was quick to cover his mouth and pin him to the ground!

"Heav—mmph!"

Even with his son’s mouth muffled, Xiong Fen’s face paled with fear.

Crouching beside the alchemy furnace, he glared and hissed a warning.

"Are you trying to get us killed?! Keep it down, keep it down!"

Only then did Xiong Zhong snap back to his senses, nodding frantically, his face still etched with disbelief.

When he spoke again, his voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz.

"Father… you… really… found…?"

Before he could finish, a sharp slap landed on his face!

Smack!

"Are you using your vocal cords to refine pills?! Speak up!"

His head ringing from the blows, Xiong Zhong pouted in grievance, muttering under his breath.

"Loud gets me scolded, quiet gets me hit…"

Seeing his son’s pitiful state, Xiong Fen softened his imposing demeanor.

His son was blessed with talent and looks, but his innate timidity, coupled with years of coddling, had turned him into a hothouse flower—fragile and unfit for hardship. He’d never amount to much.

This had always been a thorn in Xiong Fen’s heart.

But now, the appearance of a celestial weapon might just be the opportunity for change.

His tone gentled as he whispered the truth.

"Ahem, son."

"Let me be straight with you. Your old man has indeed caught wind of a celestial weapon. If we can get our hands on it, we’ll make everyone eat their words!"

Xiong Zhong’s eyes lit up, hope flickering across his face—only to dim again as tears welled.

"But… last time you made me learn alchemy, you said the same thing."

Xiong Fen’s face flushed red, but he cut him off with a stern look.

"This time is different!"

"That’s a celestial weapon we’re talking about! With it in our grasp, do you think we’d still be living like this?"

His voice grew fervent with excitement.

His son’s cowardice and lack of ambition mirrored his own failures.

Though he held the title of elder, he was little more than a glorified errand boy—the most useless of elders, enduring scorn daily.

"Listen to me. Once we secure that weapon, my status will soar. No one in the Moon God Pavilion will dare look down on me again. With some maneuvering and a few loyal followers…"

"By then, even the Pavilion Master will have to show me respect. You’ll have power and influence—maybe even become a Holy Son."

"Haven’t you always pined after Qing Yin Xianyun? With your new status, claiming that girl will be child’s play."

His grandiose promises struck a chord deep in Xiong Zhong’s heart.

Lifting his head, his eyes gleamed anew.

"Really?"

Yet his natural timidity lingered, hesitation clouding his face.

"But… celestial weapons are treasures. How could we possibly get one? Isn’t this too risky? What if something goes wrong? We might not be respected now, but at least we have a place here. This is too dangerous…"

Xiong Fen smirked, confidence oozing from his expression.

"Hah."

"Who do you take your father for? I’ve already done my homework. That weapon is a divine blade, currently in the hands of a man named Yi Feng from Cloudstar. And his cultivation? Barely past the Heaven Tier."

"Cloudstar is a backwater where Saints are considered top-tier. With our strength, we’ll dominate effortlessly. This is a foolproof plan—hell, we might even plunder the planet’s treasures while we’re at it!"

"Are you really going to pass up such a feast? Don’t you want Qing Yin Xianyun anymore?"

Xiong Zhong’s shock melted into delight, his eyes burning brighter.

"Father, is this information reliable? Is this truly our chance?"

Xiong Fen stroked his beard, the picture of control.

"Absolutely reliable!"

"I heard it straight from the source. Even the Pavilion Master wants to recruit that brat as an elder. If we hesitate, the Moon God Pavilion will snatch the weapon first. Qing Yin Xianyun will rise even higher. Think carefully—what’s at stake here!"

Xiong Zhong clenched his teeth, resolve hardening.

"Fine! Let’s do it, Father. We’ll pull off this heist!"

With their pact sealed, the duo changed into inconspicuous attire, abandoning all sect duties without a second thought, and slipped off the immortal island unnoticed.

Channeling their formidable high-tier Saint cultivation, they crossed the Ancient Corridor in an instant.

Setting foot on Cloudstar, breathing its foreign air, everything felt refreshingly new. For the first time in ages, father and son wore genuine smiles of confidence.

Standing atop the clouds, they gazed down at the land below.

Xiong Fen’s eyes brimmed with arrogance as he clasped his hands behind his back and chuckled.

"In this barren wasteland, we two are gods!"

Xiong Zhong mimicked his posture, nodding eagerly.

"Yes, yes! Father speaks the truth!"

"The spiritual energy here is pitiful, and the spatial fabric is riddled with gaps. It’s nothing compared to our home, Lanstar. A place this backward couldn’t possibly harbor any real experts."

"Heh, who’d have thought a celestial weapon would end up here? Our luck is incredible! All thanks to Father’s wisdom—this is our golden opportunity!"

Flushed with his son’s praise, Xiong Fen’s grin widened.

"Hahaha, of course."

"From this day forth, no one stands in our way!"

A newfound aura of dominance radiated from them. Father and son exchanged triumphant laughs, drunk on confidence and exhilaration, as if the world beneath them were mere ants.

Everything would bow before their might!

Lost in their fantasies, the two vented years of pent-up frustration, shedding their meek personas as confidence surged like a tidal wave.

After a long while of surveying the land—

Not a single Saint in sight, barely even a few Dao Realm cultivators—their arrogance swelled to bursting, spines straight as ancient pines.

Sharing a glance, their eyes sparkled with unshakable belief. Pride seeped into their bearing, as if they’d already become the mighty figures of their dreams.

Xiong Zhong trembled with impatience.

"Father! Let’s hurry and find that weapon! We can’t let the Moon God Pavilion beat us to it. I never want to go back to how things were!"

Xiong Fen smiled calmly, exuding composure.

"Patience."

"The Moon God Pavilion would never guess we’ve already reached Cloudstar."

"Here, Yi Feng is the strongest. He must have some reputation. We’ll first interrogate a few local experts for information and loot some treasures along the way."

"Killing two birds with one stone—that’s the best strategy."

Xiong Zhong’s admiration deepened.

"Brilliant as always, Father!"

With their plan set, the two tore through the void toward the horizon.

Unfortunately, Cloudstar’s overall strength was abysmal. They barely encountered anyone noteworthy, and the father-son pair couldn’t be bothered to spare a glance.

To them, these were all insects. How could creatures who rarely even saw Saints know of Yi Feng, Cloudstar’s strongest? Or point them to valuable treasures?

After an incense stick’s time, they finally spotted a slightly more interesting group of ants.

On the ground below—

A crowd was busy cleaning up the remains of massive corpses, the commotion catching their attention.

Releasing their divine sense, the father and son detected an extraordinary killing aura emanating from the bones—likely demons in life. Their interest piqued, they hovered mid-air.

Xiong Zhong frowned, voicing his confusion.

"These people are actually capable of collecting demon corpses? They must have some cultivation."

Demons often reached the Saint Realm, and even if they weren't high-tier, they were far beyond what ordinary humans could handle. The sight of demon corpses being gathered wasn’t uncommon, but in a place like Yunxing, it was downright bizarre—enough to raise eyebrows.

Yet Xiong Fen merely smiled faintly, his eyes gleaming with the wisdom of one who saw through everything.

"Tch, how could these natives possibly slay so many demons? No doubt, these demons were killed by Qing Yin Xianyun. They’re just scavenging the leftovers."

Xiong Zhong nodded in agreement.

Father and son stood calmly in mid-air, their eyes brimming with absolute confidence as they saw through the situation.

With disdain, they gazed down at the land below.

Clad in white robes, Xiao Zhan was waving his arms, shouting orders.

"Brothers, put your backs into it! Not a single piece of waterproof material goes to waste! Gather and transport everything back. Once we’re done here, we’ll push deeper!"

Waterproof material?

Xiong Fen and Xiong Zhong exchanged baffled glances.

After watching for a few moments, they still couldn’t make sense of what these people were doing. But when Xiong Fen noticed the weapon in Xiao Zhan’s hand, his eyes flickered with intrigue.

"That dagger in his hand is extraordinary—it seems like a rare treasure!"

Xiong Zhong nodded eagerly, his large eyes filled with greed.

"Father speaks wisely."

"I can’t discern the dagger’s grade, but if it can slice through demon bones, it must at least be a top-tier Saint artifact. Our luck is turning! To think we’d stumble upon such a prize so soon—this trip was worth it!"

The two exchanged a knowing glance, their hearts itching with desire.

In Yunxing, they were invincible. Every treasure here was already theirs by right, and their greed flared without restraint.

With a ripple through the void, the two descended upon the barren land.

Their cold eyes swept over the ignorant ants below, their confidence practically overflowing.

Xiong Zhong clasped his hands behind his back and took a step forward, tilting his chin up with a faint smirk.

"Ants! Hand over that weapon at once, or my wrath shall descend upon you—a burden you cannot bear!"

His domineering words echoed, his eyes brimming with arrogance.

Yet the group barely reacted. They only exchanged puzzled glances, standing still with wide eyes, showing not a trace of fear—as if the two intruders weren’t even worth their notice.

Ignorance truly knew no fear.

Xiong Zhong didn’t grow angry. Instead, his smile deepened as he scanned the crowd like a sovereign observing pitiful fools. His eyes now held the pity of the strong.

Hands still behind his back, he exuded a terrifying aura.

"You… have you ever tasted death?"