Give Me an Address

Yun Jingheng didn't say anything more and turned to walk towards the city gate.

As he passed Yuanen Yehui, he paused, leaving only the words: "Speak if you want to. If you don't want to, let him go back."

After saying that, he led Ye Xinglan and Gu Yuena to stand at a distance.

Once Yun Ming saw that the fight was over, he carried the table back, leaving Feng Wuyu and Zhuo Shi completely stunned.

Tang Wulin and Xu Xiaoyan also stepped back a bit.

Xie Xie hasn't moved yet.

Yuanen Yehui glanced at him and said, "It's nothing."

Xie Xie opened his mouth, but in the end only whispered, "I'm right behind you."

Then he slowly retreated a dozen steps away and stood with his arms crossed.

Yuanen Zhentian calmed his surging blood and stood for a moment before walking towards Yuanen Yehui.

He wasn't walking fast.

His old bones had just been pounded into the ground, and now with every step he took, it felt like his feet were still covered in the ash of city bricks.

He stopped five steps away from Yuanen Yehui.

Between the two, there was only the wind.

The way he looked at her was different from how he looked at Yun Jingheng from the sky last night.

There was no weighing or comparing. It was just like a grandfather who hadn't seen his grandchild in a long time recognizing a child who had grown up a lot.

"You've lost weight," he said, his voice dry.

Yuanen Yehui didn't respond to that. She just looked at him, trying to see a hint of softness in his extremely old and hard face from all those years.

But the old man was too stubborn.

She asked, "Grandpa, are you here to take me away?"

"Yes... but I can't take you with me."

"Why? When I left back then, no one stopped me, including you. Why are you taking me with you now?"

Yuanen Zhentian was silent for a moment, then said, "I don't want to see your mother's tragedy happen again."

Yuanen Yehui took a deep breath. "What happened back then? Why did everyone in the family look at me like that?"

Yuanen Zhentian did not answer immediately.

He looked at Yuanen Yehui, something welling up in his eyes, but he suppressed it.

Those things were so old, as old as the bottom of his old trunk that he had never let anyone touch over the years.

He took a slow breath and said, "Your mother's name is Yehui. Your name is a combination of your father's surname and your mother's given name."

He said, "Stop for a moment."

Each word seemed to have been dragged back from a very far place.

"She is the most outstanding junior I have ever met. After marrying into the Yuanen Family, no one can find fault with her. She is kind to Tiandang, respectful to her elders, and never shows any displeasure to the servants. There is only one thing that no one can help her with."

Yuanen Zhentian's throat moved.

"Her Martial Soul will also automatically acquire a Soul Ring upon being granted a title, to open a gate to the Demon Plane. We thought that as long as she didn't choose to break through, nothing would happen, so they got married, and she became pregnant with you. The servants all said that Lady Yehui was like a lamp in the house, shining wherever she went."

His voice suddenly turned somber as he said this.

"But once this Fallen Angel Martial Soul reaches level 80, its Soul Power will increase rapidly and become uncontrollable."

"The day she broke through to the Titled Douluo, she completely lost control... The door opened, and countless Demon emerged from it, causing heavy losses to the Yuanen Family."

"Your second aunt, Yuanen Tianshang's wife, died around that time."

"Your father tried to stop her. He knelt before me and said it wasn't Yehui, but something from the Martial Soul, and I believed him. But what good is it if I believe him? The Yuanen Family has existed for thousands of years, and countless people have died. That night, even the ancestral hall cracked. If we didn't stop your mother, the entire clan would be buried with her. I am the clan leader. I must protect the clan first."

He slowly raised his eyes; those eyes were extremely old and deep.

"So, I personally crippled your father. It wasn't because he did anything wrong; it was because I had to give the clan an explanation. As for your mother, I couldn't imprison her, nor could I save her. After giving birth to you, she chose to commit suicide on her own. No one forced her; she was just... too tired."

Xie Xie a dozen steps away, his eyes never leaving Yuanen Yehui.

He couldn't hear what Yuanen Zhentian was saying; the wind cut off the old man's voice, making it intermittent, with only a few words occasionally reaching him.

All he saw was Yuanen Yehui's shoulders slowly slumping down, and then his whole body began to tremble.

Finally, she burst into tears, crying so hard she could barely stand.

The string in Xie Xie's mind snapped instantly.

He disregarded everything else, rushed forward a few steps, and roared at Yuanen Zhentian, "You bastard! Don't you dare insult her again!"

He shouted so loudly that several flags outside the city gate seemed to tremble in surprise.

At the same time, his Martial Soul faintly appeared behind him.

But before he could take five steps, he suddenly felt a tightness on the back of his neck.

Yun Jingheng had appeared behind him without him noticing.

He only reached out one hand and grabbed Xie Xie's collar.

Xie Xie was still pushing forward with his feet, but he had already been lifted up on his tiptoes.

He turned his head, his eyes red. "Let me go! Didn't you see she was crying? He must have said something..."

Yun Jingheng glanced at him, his voice extremely calm. "I can see you, that's why I'm carrying you."

Xie Xie struggled. "Then why are you stopping me!"

Yun Jingheng didn't let go, but slowly said, "Some things can only be heard by her. If you rush over, will she stop crying?"

Xie Xie felt as if he had been punched.

He opened his mouth but no sound came out; his eyes were still red, but his feet had already slowly touched the ground.

Yun Jingheng then released Xie Xie's collar, Xie Xie did not rush forward again.

He stood there, staring intently at Yuanen Zhentian.

Yuanen Zhentian didn't look at him. He stood there, as if he had finished saying everything he had just said and felt a void within himself.

But a few seconds later, he suddenly turned his head and glanced at Xie Xie.

That glance wasn't long, nor was it particularly fierce; it was as if it had swept over this disheveled, red-eyed boy who had almost lunged at you from a great distance.

Xie Xie felt uncomfortable under their gaze, but stubbornly refused to back down. Yuanen Zhentian didn't say anything; he looked away as if nothing had happened.

Yun Jingheng also looked over, first glancing at Yuanen Yehui.

Yuanen Yehui was still crying, but she wasn't trembling as much as before.

Yun Jingheng clicked his tongue but didn't say anything.

He looked away, then looked up again and thought for a moment, as if rummaging through some old memories.

After a few seconds, he suddenly asked, "Where did your family's Titan Martial Soul come from?"

Yuanen Zhentian was stunned for a moment.

Clearly, I didn't expect him to ask this at this time.

He frowned, but still answered, "It's been passed down from generation to generation."

Yun Jingheng gave an "Oh," the last syllable lingering on his lips.

I remember now, Titan Giant Ape – Er Ming.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin was speaking quietly with Xu Xiaoyan.

He felt a gaze upon him, and when he looked up, he met Yun Jingheng's eyes.

His eyes looked like he had discovered a new continent.

Tang Wulin felt a little uneasy. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Yun Jingheng said, "It's nothing."

He then turned his gaze back to Yuanen Zhentian, as if confirming something.

Then he chuckled softly and didn't ask any more questions, but that chuckle sent a chill down Tang Wulin's spine.

Xu Xiaoyan asked softly, "Why is Jing Heng looking at you like that?"

Tang Wulin said, "I don't know. The way he looks at people always means trouble."

Seeing that Yun Jingheng was no longer speaking, Yuanen Zhentian did not ask any further questions.

"I've been trying to figure out a way to get your Fallen Angel Martial Soul back, but..."

"Yehui, let's go to your house sometime."

Yuanen Yehui raised her head, her tears not yet completely dry, but her eyes already showing a blank expression.

She looked at Yun Jingheng, not understanding.

Which home should we return to? Our Yuanen Ancestral Grounds?

She subconsciously turned her head to look at Xie Xie.

Xie Xie was still a dozen steps away, frowning as he looked at Yun Jingheng.

Seeing her looking over, he nodded very firmly to her almost without hesitation.

Yuanen Zhentian also didn't understand what Yun Jingheng meant.

"The Demon Plane... I should have a way, but let me think... Your Majesty Tai Tan, give me an address? We'll go there in a while."

Yuanen Zhentian considered the current record of this Pavilion Master...

He honestly provided the address of the Yuanen Family.