The He Family estate was as bustling and expansive as ever.
The two stone lions at the entrance symbolized the He Family’s undeniable prestige.
“Long…
Longtian, you actually dare to return to the He Family.”
Just as Longtian reached the entrance, the He Family disciple guarding the gate cried out in shock.
Longtian gave the guard a faint smile.
“I’m a descendant of the He Family too.
Why wouldn’t I dare to return?”
“Arrogant!
You’re at death’s door and you don’t even know it, yet you’re still this arrogant!
I have to report this to Second Master Yibo.”
The guard turned and ran.
Longtian didn’t stop him.
Instead, he let out a loud shout, “He Family, I, Longtian, have returned!
He Chao, do you have the guts to accept my challenge?!”
“He Chao, do you have the guts to accept my challenge?!”
Longtian roared this three times in a row.
His vigorous voice echoed through the He Family courtyard for a long time, reverberating with power.
Stunned.
The running guard stopped in his tracks, the servant watering the plants instantly petrified, and the He Family disciples enjoying their morning tea dropped their cups in shock.
Arrogant!
Longtian’s clamor was simply too arrogant!
The He Family plunged into a brief silence.
Even the birds momentarily forgot to chirp.
It wasn’t until a breath later that a furious roar erupted from within the estate.
“Longtian, you little bastard, you actually dared to come back!
You’re courting death!” This voice clearly belonged to He Yibo!
Longtian wasn’t afraid in the slightest.
He laughed heartily, “Uncle Yibo, this is my home too.
Why wouldn’t I dare to come back?
Don’t think I’m as spineless as your worthless son, crying over spilt milk and seeking death after a minor setback.
I’m no coward.
Hahaha.”
Longtian’s laughter almost made He Yibo spit blood in anger.
“Argh!
You insolent brat, I’ll kill you!
I’m going to kill you!
Don’t run away again if you have the guts.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t run.
I’ll be right here in the courtyard waiting for you, for Uncle Yihong, for Aunt Yi, for my cousins, and for that father of mine—who knows if he’s even still alive.”
Longtian’s words were completely unapologetic, his last sentence laced with deep resentment.
In the eight years since he had left the He Family, he could count on one hand the times he had seen his father—no more than three times.
Furthermore, every encounter had been a chance meeting on the streets.
Though they were father and son, they were like strangers, not exchanging a single word.
However, Longtian could overlook all of that.
What infuriated him the most was that after his older brother died, his father hadn’t even attended his own son’s funeral.
What kind of father was that?
What kind of fucking father was that!
“Longtian, enough.
Stop being so insolent and making a scene at the He Family.”
A cold shout rang out from the corridor.
Uncle Yihong walked over with an indifferent expression, accompanied by He Tong and He Qingzhu.
“That’s right, Longtian.
Don’t let outsiders laugh at the He Family.”
Not long after Uncle Yihong appeared, Aunt Yi also hurried over, with He Chao and He Qingyu by her side.
Seeing Longtian, He Chao’s face filled with rage.
“Longtian, to think you’re still this arrogant right before your death.”
Longtian ignored Uncle Yihong and Aunt Yi.
Staring hotly at He Chao, he said, “I told you I would challenge you in half a month at most.
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Do you dare to fight me?”
He Chao sneered.
“Since you’re looking for death, I’ll grant your wish.”
Longtian shrugged nonchalantly.
“You might not be so confident in a bit.”
As they spoke, Uncle Yibo’s voice rang out again.
“Where is he?
Where is that little bastard Longtian?”
The crowd turned to look.
Uncle Yibo emerged from the other end of the corridor, his face filled with murderous intent.
His courtyard was situated at the very back of the estate, so it had taken him some time to come out.
“I’m right here,” Longtian said, looking at He Yibo without a trace of fear.
“Little bastard, go to hell!”
Upon seeing Longtian, He Yibo couldn’t hold back any longer.
With a loud roar, the aura of the Eighth Level of Mortal Realm surged forth and instantly pressed towards Longtian.
Longtian’s legs gave way, and he nearly fell to his knees—and this was even without He Yibo getting close to him.
The aura of the Eighth Level of Mortal Realm was simply too terrifying, dozens of times stronger than the Fifth Layer.
“He Yibo, I’ve already challenged He Chao, and he has accepted.
If you try to kill me now, is it because you’re afraid your nephew can’t defeat me?
Besides, this goes against the rules of the He Family,” Longtian said with unprecedented calmness.
“It’s a dead end for you either way.
What difference does it make whether I kill you or my nephew He Chao kills you?
Little bastard, cut the crap and hand over your life.” He Yibo had been so enraged by Longtian’s earlier words that he had long since cast the He Family’s rules aside.
Seeing that He Yibo actually wasn’t going to stop, Longtian’s expression changed slightly.
“He Yibo, you’re a coward just like your son.
Your son wasn’t strong enough.
He chose to commit suicide after I defeated him, and yet you pin the blame on me.
If anyone is to blame, it’s you for being unfit to be a father.
You didn’t know how to raise your son, which is why He Qingfeng was so fragile.
Let me tell you, with his personality, even if he didn’t commit suicide now, he would have killed himself over some other setback sooner or later!”
“Little bastard, what did you say?!” Although He Yibo knew Longtian’s words held some truth, how could he afford to lose face in front of so many He Family disciples?
“You’re at death’s door, yet you still spout nonsense.” He Yibo closed in on Longtian, his overwhelming aura pressing down so hard that Longtian couldn’t catch his breath.
“Father, no!” A cry of alarm rang out belatedly.
It was He Wanqing, who had finally rushed over.
He Wanqing was internally conflicted.
Longtian had grown up with her.
She knew his character and temper, and precisely because she knew him so well, she couldn’t bring herself to hate him.
Furthermore, she believed that her brother’s death really had little to do with Longtian; it was simply because her brother had been too fragile.
However, He Yibo’s murderous rage towards Longtian couldn’t be extinguished by He Wanqing’s pleas.
He threw a palm strike, intending to kill Longtian on the spot.
Longtian cursed inwardly, “Fuck, why hasn’t Grandfather shown up yet?
Since he wants to see my performance, he wouldn’t let me die now.
Could it be that Grandfather isn’t at the He Family estate today?”
Facing He Yibo’s attack, Longtian had absolutely no ability to resist.
The only reason he dared to be so arrogant was because he was relying on the He Family Ancestor.
Just as He Yibo’s attack was about to land, the voice of the He Family Ancestor finally echoed out.
“Enough, Yibo.
If word gets out that a senior attacked a junior, where would our He Family put its face?”
He Yibo unwillingly withdrew his fierce strike in an instant.
In the He Family, the Ancestor was the absolute authority.
No one dared to disobey his words, for the He Family was entirely built by his own two hands.
While his voice was still reverberating, the He Family Ancestor appeared in the center of the courtyard like a phantom.
Longtian knew that the Ancestor had definitely been there all along.
He just hadn’t shown himself, intending to teach Longtian a lesson so he wouldn’t be too arrogant.
“Father!” “Grandfather!” the crowd greeted.
Seeing the Ancestor, all the direct descendants of the He Family hurriedly bowed in greeting.
Even Longtian put on an act and called out “Grandfather.” Since he still needed this old man to protect him, he naturally had to sound a bit sweeter. Get faster updates on g.com.
“There is no need for formalities,” the He Family Ancestor said, waving his hand indifferently before turning his gaze to Longtian.
“You are Longtian, aren’t you?
You returned to the He Family to challenge He Chao?” The He Family Ancestor, an old and crafty fox, actually pretended not to know Longtian.
Longtian didn’t mind in the slightest.
“Yes, I am here today to challenge He Chao.
This was our agreement from half a month ago, and your grandson has always kept his word.
Furthermore, your grandson knows that Grandfather cherishes talent.
As long as it is a gifted disciple of the He Family, they will receive Grandfather’s attention.”
Saying this, Longtian looked around, his voice growing significantly louder.
“Today, I want to prove to Grandfather that I, Longtian, am just as qualified to receive your attention!
“I, Longtian, am just as qualified to receive your attention!”
His sonorous voice rang with unwavering conviction.
“Oh?” The He Family Ancestor murmured softly, seemingly unconvinced.
“If I remember correctly, just fourteen days ago, your Cultivation was only at the Third Level of Mortal Realm.
Can you really defeat He Chao, who is at the Sixth Level of Mortal Realm, in such a short time?
It’s good for young people to have ambition, but you shouldn’t bite off more than you can chew or lose touch with reality.
Don’t make a fool of yourself.
To use a foundation of the Third Level of Mortal Realm to defeat the Sixth Level of Mortal Realm in just fourteen days…
there isn’t a single genius like that in the entire Flying Horse Village.”
The He Family Ancestor appeared to be dismissing Longtian’s claims, but Longtian knew he was actually telling everyone in a roundabout way that if Longtian truly defeated He Chao, he would be an undisputed genius of Flying Horse Village!
He would be an even greater Demon than Sun Jili of the Sun Family.
Of course, while Longtian understood the Ancestor’s hidden meaning, He Yibo and the others didn’t think in that direction at all.
They all sneered.
“Trying to raise his Cultivation to the Sixth Layer in fourteen days is simply a pipe dream.”
“This Longtian is too arrogant.
Doesn’t he know he’s just grandstanding?
How could it be done in fourteen days?”
“Sigh, it’s just a joke.”
Whether it was the younger generation or Uncle Yihong’s generation, everyone in the He Family was shaking their heads.
No one thought highly of Longtian.
“Grandfather, whether I can do it or not will only be known after the match,” Longtian said, remaining calm and composed.
“Since you are so stubborn, I will personally host this challenge for you.
If you win, you will naturally gain my attention.
But let me make this ugly truth clear upfront: if you are merely grandstanding, I will not offer you the slightest protection just because my blood flows in your veins.”
The He Family Ancestor’s last sentence was clearly meant for He Yibo to hear.
It meant that should Longtian fail, He Yibo could do whatever he wanted with him.
“Little bastard, you’re looking for death.
I must remind my nephew He Chao not to accidentally kill him during the battle.
I will kill him with my own hands to avenge my son Qing Feng.” A sharp glint flashed in He Yibo’s eyes.
“Alright, Longtian, He Chao.
Since you both agree to the challenge, let it begin.” In truth, the He Family Ancestor was also looking forward to Longtian’s performance.
He Chao nodded and walked to the center of the courtyard.
He shot Longtian a disdainful look and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.
I won’t accidentally kill you.
I think Uncle Yibo is much more interested in taking your life.”
Longtian smiled faintly.
“Don’t speak too soon.
It’s still uncertain who will win and who will lose.
By the way, if you lose, don’t be like that useless loser He Qingfeng and commit suicide because you feel too ashamed to face anyone.
Hahaha.”
“Longtian, you’re courting death!” He Chao’s face grew even colder.
Longtian yawned.
“Cut the crap and make your move.
You’re a grown man, yet you’re nagging like an old woman.”
“Fine!
You asked for it!”
Enraged to the extreme, He Chao let out a low shout as the aura of the Sixth Level of Mortal Realm surged forth.