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Thinking of how his fiancée, his child bride, had always followed another guy around calling him "Brother Xiao Yan," he felt inexplicably annoyed.

By his estimation, Gu Xun'er should have been about the same age as him! Thinking of how his fiancée had been sent to the Xiao Clan at the age of four and then gotten "ambushed at night," he felt an inexplicable sourness in his heart.

He was furious!

If she were not his fiancée, he would not have thought much of it. But now that they had a marriage contract, he felt as though his head was covered in green, full of the color of health.

He could pretend that everything before this had never happened. He only hoped Gu Xun'er's actions in the future would not disappoint him.

Otherwise?

Once he grew stronger, he would definitely slaughter the entire Gu Clan.

Gu Xun'er looked utterly bewildered. "Did I do something? I'm only a two-year-old baby. I want to ride... Brother... horse... so fun."

Of course, Hun Xiu had no idea that the little girl he had played with all day was his fiancée, his child bride.

If he had known, he would not have let his imagination run wild and made up so much nonsense.

If he had known, he would definitely have cried out, "Damn it, I only treated you like a little brother, yet you wanted to ride on me and become my wife? I fucking mistook you. Forget it, since you're my child bride, doesn't that mean I can play with you however I want?"

Then he would have stretched out his demonic claws and mercilessly pinched Gu Xun'er's chubby little cheeks, the sort that made her cry without even comforting her.

"Father, if there is nothing else, your son will take his leave." Hun Xiu loosened the fist clenched beneath his sleeve and spoke respectfully to Soul Emperor.

"Mm. You may leave."

After receiving Soul Emperor's permission, Hun Xiu turned and left the study. Watching his departing back, Soul Emperor murmured, "That little fellow does not seem satisfied with or accepting of the marriage I arranged for him."

Then his tone shifted as he muttered, "But so what? This is for his own good, and for the Hun Clan's great cause. He has no choice but to accept it."

"Still, having thoughts of his own... he truly is my son."

Hun Xiu returned to his small courtyard and then to his room. Sitting cross-legged on his bed, he murmured, "Sure enough, no matter how monstrous one's talent may be, without absolute power, one is nothing more than a chess piece."

No one answered Hun Xiu's question, nor did he dwell on it any longer. He formed a hand seal and began cultivating.

Hun San, hidden in the shadows and tasked with protecting Hun Xiu, watched him cultivate on the bed and murmured, "Young Master Hun Xiu seems to have changed."

He could sense that Young Master Hun Xiu had changed, but he could not say exactly how.

Two years later.

Over the past two years, Hun Xiu had changed greatly. He had grown much taller, standing a head above children his age.

He was nine years old now. His little face was still full of childishness, but compared to two years ago, he appeared much more mature.

After two years of tireless effort, he had finally advanced from a Dou Ling to a Dou Huang. Among the Hun Clan's younger generation, if he did not call himself undefeated, who would dare call themselves invincible?

He had also gradually earned the recognition of the older generation and become the foremost candidate for the position of Young Clan Head of the Hun Clan.

After all, this continent revered the strong. Strength was the true path. Without sufficient strength, what did it matter how monstrous one's cultivation talent was?

One would still be nothing.

At the rear mountain.

A young man dressed in white stood in the air, a pair of crimson wings behind his back. He held a three-foot wooden sword in his hand.

His wings fluttered as he stood in the void with his eyes shut tightly, gripping the sword in his hand.

"Rise..."

Suddenly, Hun Xiu opened his tightly shut eyes. Powerful Dou Qi swept out from his body.

A terrifying aura erupted and spread from his body, forming a raging storm that howled through the air.

Myriad Swords Return to Origin!

Hun Xiu murmured as he swept the longsword in his hand. With his movement, countless illusory sword images filled the heavens and earth, centered around him.

Sword cries shook the heavens. Sword Qi raged, filling this stretch of heaven and earth with countless streams of Sword Qi, sharp and incomparably terrifying.

"Go!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...

Under Hun Xiu's control, the countless sword phantoms traced beautiful arcs across the sky before finally descending into the forest below.

Boom!

Rumble!...

Countless trees collapsed at that instant. Thick dust rose from the ground, filling the sky.

Hun Xiu put away his wooden sword and slowly raised his palm. In the end, he pressed it toward the trees and land he had destroyed below.

He murmured, "Man-Slaying Palm."

Terrifying Dou Qi gathered in Hun Xiu's palm. Finally, a massive five-fingered palm imprint condensed and descended from the sky, Shrouding the Heavens.

It pressed down the dust that had filled the sky.

Boom.

The stretch of land that had been destroyed was directly reduced to nothing beneath Hun Xiu's palm strike, and the entire earth trembled.

Dust filled the air. When it dispersed, a huge five-fingered palm imprint remained on the ground below. There was no trace of life within it.

No grass or trees remained.

The entire rear mountain was pitted and uneven. The last patch of green that had once remained had been completely wiped out by Hun Xiu's sword and palm.

The Yellow Tier Dou Technique of the past now unleashed destructive power comparable to an Earth Tier technique in his hands.

The entire rear mountain had become barren. To restore it to its original state would take at least twenty years.

Of course, that was the minimum, a conservative estimate.

For some reason, ever since Hun Xiu began cultivating on this rear mountain two years ago, he had found the greenery here especially glaring, as though it were mocking him.

Thus, over the past two years, he had always destroyed every trace of green here.

Today, he had finally eliminated all greenery from the entire rear mountain.

He withdrew his power and descended, standing at the mountain peak as he looked with satisfaction at the barren expanse. At last, he felt much more at ease.

He felt that even the sky looked especially blue today. No... at this moment, he felt that the sky itself seemed green too.

At that moment, an astonishing aura erupted from his body. He wanted to split the heavens with a single sword strike, but after considering how weak he still was, he knew that was simply unrealistic.

He gradually withdrew his aura. At that moment, Hun San landed beside Hun Xiu and said respectfully, "Young Master, the Clan Head asks that you come to the main hall."

"Father is looking for me?"

Hun Xiu turned to Hun San, dressed in a black robe, and asked, "Third Uncle, do you know why Father is looking for me?"

Hun San shook his head. "I don't know. A guest has arrived, and they specifically asked to see you."

"Oh."

"I understand."

Hun Xiu nodded. Crimson wings emerged behind his back, and he turned into a streak of light as he departed.