CHAPTER 412: LET HIM BE SMUG FOR A FEW DAYS FIRST.

"Alright, there’s nothing for you here anymore, so get out. You’ve been here long enough; go back, pack your stuff, and find another place to stay," the Great Elder said coldly, the more he thought about it, the angrier he got.

Housekeeper Geng initially felt gratitude for the Great Elder’s words but felt a chill in his heart upon hearing the latter part.

He knew that although the Great Elder didn’t show it on the surface, he was very dissatisfied with him. This relocation meant he would never have a chance to rise again. Everyone knew that the Mu Family’s power was in the hands of the Family Head, and the only place where the Great Elder had any say was the Treasure Vault, this ancestral sanctum. Being the steward here was not a showy position, but it held a high status. Once he left, he would become worthless.

"Great Elder, I know I was wrong. Please, give me another chance?" Housekeeper Geng pleaded desperately.

"Get lost if I tell you to get lost; don’t be such an ingrate," Mu Feng lashed out as his pent-up frustration needed an outlet. Seeing the man cling on stubbornly, refusing to leave, he kicked him, sending him sprawling to the ground.

"Get out!" the Great Elder also shouted sternly.

Seeing that the Great Elder was also angry, Housekeeper Geng felt a cold shiver down his spine and scrambled out, tumbling and crawling.

Outside the door, looking back at the place he had guarded for half his life, Housekeeper Geng was filled with both regret and sorrow.

He regretted involving himself with Han Yan; the young man’s luck was not just good, it was outrageously heavenly. Trying to plot against him only led to his own downfall.

His heart ached because the Great Elder and his family were truly heartless and ungrateful. He was merely acting according to the Great Elder’s wishes. His own family had guarded the Treasure Vault for generations, rewarded with neither recognition nor gratitude, and now he had been so easily cast out. Now of an age, he feared he would never have the opportunity to turn his fate around.

No wonder the Great Elder couldn’t become the Family Head. With such narrow-mindedness, if he had become the Family Head, who knows what would have become of the Mu Family. Housekeeper Geng couldn’t help but feel a silent lament.

"Ancestor, what should we do then? We can’t just stand by and watch as the treasure our ancestor left behind falls into the hands of an outsider. If Han Yan’s strength increases by a large margin, we would never have a chance again," Mu Feng said with urgency, finally feeling a bit better after letting off some steam.

"We needn’t worry too much about that. Without the cultivation technique left by our ancestor, he won’t be able to utilize the Heavenly Star Source Power from the Heavenly Destiny Star Plate. With his current strength, he also can’t refine the Nine Heavens Star Power," the Great Elder calmed himself and, after careful consideration, said with certainty.

"But if he can’t use it, neither can we. This can’t go on like this," Mu Feng said.

"Don’t worry, it won’t go on like this forever. Once the person from the Capital arrives, there will be a way to make him hand it over," the Great Elder asserted, appearing much more collected having thought things through.

"Alright, then let him be smug for a few days," Mu Feng said reluctantly, conceding to the circumstance.

"Smug? Not necessarily. The Heavenly Star Source Power left by our ancestor is incredibly powerful. If he foolishly tries to refine it rashly, he could well be courting death," the Great Elder said coldly.

As a Mu Family Elder, he had his moral limits and would never lay a hand on Han Yan, but if Han Yan were to court death himself, then he couldn’t be blamed.

Mu Feng’s eyes sparkled, his heart filling with anticipation.

...

In the courtyard of Han Yan.

His mind was clear and expansive; Han Yan’s mental state had already merged with his Heart Meridian, that vast and boundless expanse of stars.