Longtian didn’t ask the Shopkeeper why Sun Pao had entered Room One.
He could roughly guess the reason.
Relying on his status as a member of the Sun family, Sun Pao definitely wanted the original occupant of Room One to switch rooms.
After all, Room One was the most luxurious room in the Flying Horse Village inn.
Everything that followed fell logically into place.
Seeing the heavily injured Wind Chasing Leopard, Sun Pao was overjoyed and wanted to use force to make it submit.
However, Sun Pao didn’t know that even if he beat the Wind Chasing Leopard to death, it would never submit to him.
The Soul Control Skill controlled the Divine Soul, completely eliminating any worries about a beast’s loyalty.
But what left Longtian speechless was Sun Pao’s absolute lack of an eye for quality; he actually mistook the heavily injured Wind Chasing Leopard for a Fourth-rank Beast.
Upon returning to the He family, Longtian had a servant draw water and thoroughly washed Zhuifeng’s body.
“High-grade Spirit Medicine is incredible indeed,” Longtian said.
“The wounds on your body have already healed, and the scars have vanished.
It seems there’s no need to feed you the roots anymore.
“But Zhuifeng, why are you being so shy?
Huh, could it be that you’re female?
Let me see if you have a little member down there.
“Zhuifeng, stop squirming!
I’m just checking if you have a little member, and you splashed water all over me.
Are you really female?”
Through this bath, Longtian finally discovered that the Wind Chasing Leopard was not male, but female.
“Since you’re female, the name Zhuifeng isn’t quite fitting.
I might as well call you Zhuimeng.
This name isn’t bad.
It’s settled then, you’ll be called Zhuimeng.”
Regardless of whether the Wind Chasing Leopard agreed or not, Longtian forcibly changed her name to Zhuimeng.
After consuming the Four-leaf Flower, Zhuimeng rested for three days before recovering her vitality.
Over these three days, Longtian had been earnestly practicing Cultivation to solidify his Cultivation.
Since every increase in his Cultivation relied on external forces, he had to consolidate it diligently.
Of course, apart from consolidating his Cultivation, he didn’t neglect practicing his Martial Skills.
He practiced both the Seven Luminaries Fiery Fire Fist and the Soul Control Secret Skill.
Longtian thought, “It’s time to head to the Wilderness Forest again.
With Zhuimeng’s injuries fully healed, hunting for a Sixth Rank Beast’s Beast Pill will be a breeze.
I must raise my Cultivation as quickly as possible and then return to the He family to challenge He Tong.
By then, if I claim to be second among the younger generation of the He family, no one will dare claim to be first.
That will be the right time to bring up He Yitao’s wedding with Grandpa.”
Longtian wanted to stop He Yitao’s wedding.
Trying to talk him out of it personally would definitely have little effect.
Unless he found evidence that Sun San Niang had murdered He Chen, He Yitao would simply ignore him.
The only possibility was to stop this wedding through his grandfather.
“Become stronger!
Only by becoming stronger will I have more say in the He family.
Zhuimeng, let’s go.
We’re heading back to the Wilderness Forest.”
Longtian called out to Zhuimeng, and then the man and leopard walked out of the courtyard together.
Before he could take more than a few steps, Longtian’s entire body trembled.
Two people appeared in his line of sight—a man and a woman.
The man was tall and broad, dressed entirely in white, looking elegant and suave.
The woman wore a purple dress, its hem fluttering in the wind, giving her a distinct aura of elegance.
Both of them looked to be around thirty-six or thirty-seven years old.
Longtian’s expression turned complicated, his gaze fixed solely on the middle-aged man.
Although the man’s face felt somewhat unfamiliar to him now, he still recognized him at a single glance.
It was his father—He Yitao.
He Yitao saw Longtian and stopped in his tracks, but he said nothing.
His gaze was as casual as if he were looking at a complete stranger.
Longtian wanted to call out “Father” to He Yitao, but he found the word completely stuck in his throat.
What right did the man before him have to be his father?
As he brushed past He Yitao, Longtian desperately wished that He Yitao would stop him and ask just one question: “How have you been doing?”
But even as the two of them passed each other, He Yitao never opened his mouth.
Longtian inexplicably felt the urge to cry.
He felt incredibly wronged, deeply pained, and simply wanted to weep.
They were clearly father and son, yet they acted like total strangers.
Even though he had long since cemented the image of his father in his heart, he still hoped that He Yitao could change his opinion of him.
He didn’t expect He Yitao to make up for the lost fatherly love; he just wanted them to not act like total strangers.
“You two really don’t seem like father and son.
Since you won’t speak, I’ll stop him for you,” the woman beside He Yitao suddenly spoke up.
“Longtian, wait.”
Longtian’s entire body shuddered, but he didn’t turn his head.
Although the woman’s voice sounded somewhat familiar to him, his pride told him that the moment he stopped and turned around, he would lose.
Ignoring the voice behind him, Longtian continued walking straight ahead on his own.
Just as he was about to turn the corner, He Yitao’s voice finally rang out.
“You unfilial son.
You see your father and don’t even offer a greeting,” He Yitao said, his voice laced with anger.
Hearing this, Longtian was equally infuriated.
He turned his head, glared at He Yitao, and sneered, “Father?
My father died a long time ago.
For all these years, the only person I’ve lived with is my brother.”
He Yitao’s anger became even more apparent.
“What an unfilial son.”
“Unfilial?
HA HA HA.” Longtian actually laughed out loud.
“He Yitao, spare me your sarcastic remarks.
Before you criticize me, reflect on yourself first!
Ask your conscience—have you ever cared for me in the last eight years?
When I was sick, did you ever check on me?
When I was bullied, did you ever stand in front of me like a father should?
He Yitao, did you do any of those things?
No, you didn’t!
“Over the years, the one who took care of me when I was sick was my brother.
The one who shielded me when I was bullied was my brother.
Even when I cursed you for not being human, it was my brother who told me that a father is still a father.
He said you might have failed us, but we shouldn’t fail you.
If it wasn’t for my brother’s words, do you think I’d still be this calm when I see you?
I would have treated you as an enemy a long time ago!”
Longtian poured out all the resentment in his heart at once.
These were the words he had bottled up inside for a very, very long time.
He Yitao froze, seemingly not expecting Longtian to say all this.
However, his face quickly turned cold as he retorted, “All of this was caused by your mother.
If you want to blame someone, blame her.”
“Heh…
ridiculous.
Absolutely ridiculous!
He Yitao, you are nothing but a coward!
So what if my mother left without a word to follow another man?
Does that negate the fact that you are my biological father?
It’s utterly laughable that you would transfer the resentment you hold for your wife onto your own son.
If you’re so capable, why didn’t you dare to chase after her eight years ago?
Why didn’t you ask her why she was leaving with that man, ask what her relationship with him really was, and ask why she was so cruel as to abandon her two sons?
“But eight years ago, you were afraid!
You were afraid of dying, so you didn’t dare give chase.
You were terrified that the man would slap you to death.
If you had gone after her back then, maybe she would have chosen to stay.
Maybe she would have told you her difficulties.
But you were too scared to step forward!
He Yitao, if before I was eight, you could be considered a good father in my eyes, then after I turned eight, you became nothing but a worthless weed to me—a total stranger!”
For eight years, Longtian had never communicated with He Yitao.
He still remembered when he and He Chen first bumped into He Yitao on the street seven years ago.
They had both cried out for their father, but He Yitao had completely ignored them.
The only things left on the street were the hysterical sobs of two children.
Since then, the two of them had never called out to He Yitao again.
Opening his mouth this time, Longtian roared out everything he had wanted to vent and say over the past eight years.
After screaming it all out, he felt as if a tremendous weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
“You…
You…” He Yitao’s complexion finally changed.
He would never forget that scene from eight years ago, but he never expected Longtian to remember it so clearly as well.
“Giggle…
What a silver-tongued child.
Look, you’ve rendered your father completely speechless,” the woman’s voice rang out again.
“However, your mother was indeed in the wrong first in this matter.
What man can tolerate his wife cuckolding him?”
Only then did Longtian shift his gaze to the woman.
Upon looking, his already gloomy expression darkened even further.
No wonder he found the voice somewhat familiar; this woman was none other than Sun San Niang!
“What do the He family’s private matters have to do with an outsider like you?
Who are you to speak about my mother?” Longtian snapped.
“You’re the only one who cuckolds your own man!
If you don’t understand the situation, shut your damn mouth, you busybody!” Longtian didn’t show Sun San Niang an ounce of courtesy, especially since she had even intended to kill him.
“You…” Sun San Niang’s expression instantly turned menacing as she seemed on the verge of erupting in anger.
However, before she could even lash out, a loud SLAP rang out, the sound incredibly crisp.
“How insolent!
You deserve a beating!”
He Yitao suddenly appeared beside Longtian, his face livid.
He had just slapped Longtian across the face.
Longtian stared wide-eyed at the middle-aged man before him, touching his own cheek in disbelief.
His face burned with agonizing pain, and a bright red handprint stood out gruesomely against his skin.
“You hit me for this woman?
You struck me over this slut?!”
Longtian’s breathing grew ragged with fury.
If he hadn’t sworn at the age of eight never to shed another tear for the man standing before him, Longtian would definitely be crying from the sheer sense of injustice right now.
But he couldn’t cry.
He had to be strong!
“Are you asking for another beating?” He Yitao glared at him furiously and raised his right hand again.
“ROAR!”
Zhuimeng, who had been standing guard by Longtian’s side this entire time, suddenly let out a furious roar.
Her body, which was originally only half a meter in size, instantly expanded as she entered her combat form.
“Zhuimeng, this has nothing to do with you.
Step aside,” Longtian growled in a low voice.
“He Yitao, you’ve done just great.
By the way, you’re marrying her in thirteen days, right?
I, Longtian, swear that I will absolutely stop your wedding.
If you don’t believe me, just wait and see.”
Longtian actually really wanted to tell He Yitao that it was the very slut standing right in front of them who had murdered He Chen.
However, with Sun San Niang present, he ultimately dismissed the idea.
He regretted letting the man in black go; he should have locked him up and used him as a witness when the time came.
“Zhuimeng, let’s go.”
With that said, Longtian mounted Zhuimeng’s back and vanished from He Yitao’s sight like a gust of wind.
He Yitao turned his head and said to Sun San Niang, “Sorry you had to witness that farce.”
“Brother Tao, what are you saying?
Children without a mother’s guidance are all like this.
I heard that our family’s Sun Pao was defeated by him.
The talent of this second son of yours seems to be much higher than He Chen’s.
Do you really not feel any regret?” Sun San Niang giggled flirtatiously.