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The next morning, after the disciples of the Law Transmission Hall had finished breakfast, Huang Ren and Wu Lian were busy tidying up.

"What's wrong with you today? Didn't you sleep well last night? Why are you always distracted? You even forgot to add salt?" Wu Lian chattered as she worked, "If you didn't sleep well, go back and lie down for a while longer. I'll handle the cleanup here."

Huang Ren snapped back to attention at her words, glanced at his wife, and said with a smile, "It's nothing, just a bit tired."

"That... I need to go out for a bit later..."

Wu Lian gave him a look and said, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. I already spoke with Senior Brother Man Xiong about the Yin Soul Silk yesterday. We should be able to gather enough within a year."

She smiled as she spoke, "Do you know who's refining the Yin Soul Silk this time? It's that little fellow, White Dragon. I never expected it. The Senior Brother really values him."

"It's a good thing we can forge a good connection with the little fellow..."

Huang Ren listened, regret gnawing at his heart like a venomous snake.

He worked mechanically until dusk, when he suddenly realized there was no more time.

"Lian, Lian'er... I'm going out..."

"Why are you suddenly calling me that?" Wu Lian playfully shot him a look, "How old am I?"

Huang Ren had called her that when they were young.

But now, both of them had grown old.

"You're not old at all, still as beautiful as you were when we were young," Huang Ren said, wanting to step forward and hug his wife, but he stopped himself, afraid she would notice something.

"Pfft, at your age, still so glib..." Wu Lian said, but her face was full of smiles.

"Then I'm leaving."

"Okay, go and come back quickly, don't waste time."

Huang Ren casually picked up a bamboo basket and slung it over his back, pretending to be going to the logistics department for supplies, then walked outside.

As soon as he stepped out of the courtyard gate, he slowly stopped, clenched his fists tightly, and then suddenly turned and ran back.

"Why are you back again? Did you forget something?" Wu Lian was busy when she saw Huang Ren walking back.

Before she could react, he grabbed her in a hug.

"What are you doing? In broad daylight!" Wu Lian was a little shy, but her hands were still wet, so she couldn't push him away.

"It's nothing, I just felt like I haven't hugged you like this in a long time." Huang Ren took a deep breath, then let go, smiled, and turned to leave.

When he reached the door, he paused slightly, turned his head, and looked back at his wife again.

Wu Lian was also looking at him.

Huang Ren grinned, then turned and left.

It was dusk, and his shadow stretched long.

"What's gotten into Fatty Huang today?" Wu Lian watched her husband's retreating back, always feeling like he had something on his mind today.

"I'll ask him when he gets back!"

Thinking this, she continued to busy herself.

Wild Dog Cave.

When Huang Ren arrived at the location, he didn't dare to enter the cave. It would be trouble if he ran into the Master of Wild Dog Cave.

He couldn't afford to offend either Qiyun Cave or Wild Dog Cave, but with Qiyun Cave, his wife and daughter had some connections. If he died at the hands of someone from Wild Dog Cave, his wife and daughter might receive some care from Qiyun Cave.

Huang Ren hadn't slept all night, but his mind was much clearer.

No matter how much he regretted it, nothing could change.

As he wandered in the Ironwood forest outside the cave, he suddenly heard the somewhat irritable and angry voice of that young boy again.

"What are you, you fatso, doing at my Wild Dog Cave again? Are you looking for death?" Tong Jin was still surrounded by a group of people. Upon seeing Huang Ren, all the pent-up dissatisfaction and anger within him erupted.

Ever since he returned yesterday, his father had repeatedly warned him never to lay eyes on that White Dog again.

He had never seen his father look so serious, especially with that cold and stern tone, which still sent shivers down his spine.

"If you dare to have any more ideas about that dog, I will personally send you to Qiyun Cave, and from then on, you will no longer be my son."

After all, his father had never spoken so harshly to him since he was a child.

Now that his hopes had been dashed and he had been reprimanded, Tong Jin was full of pent-up anger and was looking for an outlet when he saw this fatso.

"Esteemed..." Huang Ren rubbed his hands together, trying to speak with a dry laugh.

Tong Jin ignored him completely and simply shouted, "Beat him, all of you! Beat him hard and teach this damned fatso a lesson."

At his command, the surrounding fellow disciples all pounced on him with laughter, punching and kicking without holding back.

Huang Ren was immediately beaten to the ground, and even the bamboo basket on his back rolled far away.

He curled up with his hands covering his head. Before long, his skin was torn and bleeding, his face was bruised and swollen, and a lot of blood stained his clothes, looking quite tragic.

"Alright, Junior Brother, any more and he'll be killed. He's a fifth-generation disciple, after all," a female disciple next to him said, trying to intervene.

Tong Jin then snorted and said, "You're lucky, you damned fatso. Throw him out. If I see you again, I'll beat you every time. Get lost!"

"I have something to say." Huang Ren was swollen and in pain all over, with some areas where his skin and flesh had torn, making him gasp in agony.

But he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Senior Brother Man Xiong is leaving the mountain today, saying he's going on a journey."

Tong Jin couldn't help but freeze and quickly shouted, "Everyone, stop."

The other disciples heard this and stopped what they were doing.

Tong Jin walked to Huang Ren's side, and everyone else made way.

"Where did you get this news?"

Huang Ren grimaced in pain, "My daughter has a good relationship with that beast, and they usually contact each other using sound transmission talismans."

"I found out accidentally from my daughter."

"I just wanted to use this news to get some more benefits."

Hearing this, Tong Jin's heart skipped a beat, and he became somewhat tempted.

But he quickly remembered his father's warning, shivered, cursed under his breath, and then fiercely slapped Huang Ren's fat face twice, saying, "Still want benefits? I'll slap you!"

"Get lost, and don't let me see you again."

Upon hearing this, Huang Ren struggled to get up from the ground. Disregarding his disheveled state, he limped away unsteadily.

The message had been delivered, and the rest was no longer his concern.

Tong Jin's mood worsened. Although he was very covetous of that dog's fur, his father's solemn warning made him dare not take it lightly.

The other fellow disciples didn't know what had happened at Qiyun Cave yesterday. Seeing Tong Jin in a bad mood, they came to appease him.

"Let's go, we'll find some fun."

As a group was about to leave with Tong Jin, they heard the voice of the Master of Wild Dog Cave from within the cave behind them, "Jin'er, come in."

Hearing his father's words, Tong Jin couldn't help but shrink his neck. His expression turned somewhat stiff, but he dared not delay and cautiously entered the cave.