CHAPTER 289: 287. ONE WORD REVEALS HUA FAMILY SECRETS (1/4)

"Like a grandfather?"

Hua Zixun was stunned, not quite understanding what Wen Ping meant by this.

Wen Ping continued, "Because only a grandfather would be so meticulous, even to the point of being a bit verbose. Fathers usually give children more freedom, like choices and such."

Upon hearing the word "choice," Hua Zixun suddenly understood.

He didn’t want to argue with Wen Ping; in his view, Wen Ping was young and without children, so he wouldn’t understand the feeling he had now nor why he acted this way. For the past few days, he’s been mulling over and choosing between two options; Immortal Sect is magnanimous, teaching such profound swordsmanship to ordinary disciples, undeniably proving it’s truly good.

However, Mitian Sect has deep foundations, cultivated over a thousand years, generations of accumulated cultivation and battle experience that are unmatched by emerging sects.

"Sect Leader Wen, I understand what you mean. However, there are things that emerging sects simply cannot achieve. Take cultivation for example. Which path suits a person, which cultivation technique fits them, all require experience to discern. High realm and strong power do not necessarily mean one can be a good teacher."

Wen Ping asked, "Clan Leader Hua, do you still wish for your daughter to go to Mitian Sect?"

"I have such an idea, but it’s not very clear. I don’t quite understand Immortal Sect; the entry standards are so high, and you have to pay to join... I’ve never seen a sect like this."

"Haven’t you seen it now?"

"It’s eye-opening, but back to the previous question, what suits and what doesn’t. Choosing the wrong path means future paths will also be wrong. I chose the wrong path back then, which is why I still cannot break through to Upper Profound Realm, while my senior brothers and junior brothers have already reached that realm, some even Half-Step Divine Profound."

Upon hearing Hua Zixun’s words, Wen Ping smiled gently.

This old man is quite interesting.

Is he indirectly saying I can’t teach people?

Then, a gold shimmer appeared in Wen Ping’s single eye.

Golden Divination Eye opens!

With the Golden Divination Eye, he gazed at Hua Zixun, Hua Zixun’s cultivation technique laid bare.

"Yellow Level, Middle Grade—Overlord Technique," Wen Ping silently said in his heart.

With this technique, Hua Zixun’s cultivation in staff technique indeed didn’t have any issues; they both strongly connected in terms of power. However, as Wen Ping continued to examine, the Overlord Technique of Yellow Level Middle Grade immediately exposed many problems—a scattered collection of nearly twenty flaws.

Most were deficiencies in the technique, hence why it’s only a Middle Grade technique.

While concentrating further, Hua Zixun spoke out, "Sect Leader Wen, you..."

The golden eye made him tremble.

Is this Immortal Sect Leader actually a descendant of demons and humans?

Human reproduction wouldn’t result in dual-colored eyes. If your eyes are brown, your descendants would be brown too. But if you combine with a demon, and the demon has red eyes, your offspring would have dual-colored eyes, one red, one brown.

Wen Ping ignored Hua Zixun’s inquiry and said, "Clan Leader Hua, the reason why emerging sects can suddenly rise is precisely because of their rich foundation. For example, even though I haven’t seen you in action, I can still tell that you cultivate the Overlord Technique, which should be Yellow Level Middle Grade quality. If it were Lower Grade... with your talent, you wouldn’t reach Middle Profound Realm in your lifetime, no matter how hard you try. Only Middle Grade, plus your acquired effort, brings today’s achievements."

"Hmm?" Hua Zixun exclaimed, surprised.

Before he could speak, Wen Ping continued, "But, it gave you something and also made you lose more... because it’s fundamentally incomplete."

Ka-thunk!

Hua Zixun’s eyes flashed brilliantly.

Looking at Wen Ping, his heart couldn’t help but pound faster.

Overlord Technique—the Hua Family’s treasured item of the clan, known only to successive clan leaders, is actually an incomplete scroll!

Yet Wen Ping could casually mention it.

...

Xingyue City.

"Scram!"

Yun Liao coldly glared at the group standing outside the city—they were all members of the Hundred Sects Alliance.

After the death of the president, vice president, and various high-level members, Yun Liao found and gathered them. Yun Liao was straightforward; the Sect Leader initially made the Hundred Sects Alliance leave, so he simply did the same. Before leaving, none dared to look back, escaping in all directions, fearing they might be killed if they hesitated.

With their departure, it was time for Yun Liao to return to Cangwu City.

Yun Liao gave his parents a long embrace.

"Father, Mother, take care."

Father Yun responded, "The Yun Family is proud of you."

With Father Yun’s words, half the people of Xingyue City who came to send off admired Yun Liao.

Because Yun Liao was Xingyue City’s first Profound Realm!

After nodding and leaving a smile, Yun Liao turned and mounted his horse, riding off into the distance.

Murong Xi followed behind, leading a convoy filled with grain, its end stretching far beyond sight.

The sound of wheels and chatter filled the air.

At this moment, everyone was happy, as food problems were solved and they reached a long-term cooperation agreement with the Yun Family. Now, there was no need to rely on Black Rock City. Cangwu City could continue to raise livestock without cutting down forests to plant rice.

All of them resolved to tell relatives who raised livestock to never sell anything to the people of Black Rock City.

Let them eat rice every day.

In Black Rock City, few people raised livestock on a large scale, opting for hunting, which inevitably meant entering the Demon King’s territory.

The Demon King there is not like the one in Cangwu City.

Just like that, time passed, and Cangwu City neared.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

"Look behind us!"

With the exclamation, Yun Liao and Murong Xi turned their heads toward the sky behind them.

At that sight, a mighty group of Giant Demons made Yun Liao’s face change immediately. Even from thousands of meters away, the oppressive aura emanating from the Giant Demons still filled him with fear. And the convoy behind also got chaotic due to the approaching Giant Demons. Yun Liao quickly turned around to see the horses pulling the wagons neighing frantically, some even trying to break free and run away.

This sensation felt like a herd perceiving impending disaster.

"Hold the horses!"

Murong Xi shouted hurriedly.

If the horses ran, how could the grain be taken back to Cangwu City?

This was the ration for ten thousand people, impossible to move manually in a reasonable timeframe.

"Men of Cangwu City, show your strength; if we cannot hold the horses, we’re in serious trouble."

Upon hearing Murong Xi’s shout, Yun Liao promptly dismounted and grabbed the four horses that had already broken free, forcefully holding them in place.

To ordinary livestock, Giant Demons felt like demons; it was natural for them to flee—that much he understood.

Then and there, the gigantic demon group, like a dark cloud, drew near. Yun Liao quickly said, "Hold the horses down; they’ll fly by shortly."

The words were barely spoken when the Giant Demons suddenly stopped overhead.

Nan Hao stood on a Giant Demon’s back and looked at the long convoy below, revealing a sly smile on the corner of his lips, "What a coincidence to run into the grain transport from Cangwu City... seize them!"

With Nan Hao’s command, over a hundred people jumped down from the backs of several Giant Demons.

Bang!

Bang!

The sound of their landing echoed repeatedly.

Upon landing, the hundred people simultaneously drew murderous weapons, trapping the grain convoy like prey in a cage.