A Family of Three Reunites, Na'er is Dumbfounded

Le Zhengyue spoke with blunt directness.

These words were cold-blooded, but the reason for stripping these men of their Angel Family status was precisely to ensure they would not leak such information.

Because once the Yue Family identity was revealed, Tang Wulin would undoubtedly grow suspicious of the Daoist's gift.

If Le Zhengyu failed to show up at that point, it would only confirm those earlier suspicions.

Upon hearing Le Zhengyue's words, Song Wen paused for only a second before nodding respectfully:

"Naturally, Young Master. Even if we die, we will not reveal your identity. May I ask if we should depart now?"

"You may leave now. Take these things and consume them."

As Le Zhengyue spoke, he raised his hand, revealing several green pills in his palm.

These were not poisons, but souls—the souls harvested from the Xu Family.

The strongest among them belonged to the head of the Xu Family, a being who had also reached the cultivation level of a Spirit Emperor.

Le Zhengyue had imprisoned these souls here; they were the most terrifying poison of all.

Should these men ever leak the Yue Family's identity to others, these "poisons" would trigger, instantly devouring their bodies while unleashing a far more terrifying force to strike at the enemy before them.

In other words, they could be used as a final, suicidal strike.

Even if these men compromised and tried to speak of the Yue Family, it would be futile.

No matter who they tried to leak the information to, this horrific strike would be unleashed upon that target.

Even if they were facing Xu Xiaoyan or Tang Wulin, it would be enough to force out a portion of their original combat power, which was sufficient for Le Zhengyue's purposes.

Looking at these items, the man paused for only a second before taking them with both hands.

He did not know what these small pills were, but he assumed they were some form of poison; however, he did not ask.

He was, in fact, taking a gamble.

If they could complete this mission for Le Zhengyue, their status would rise significantly upon their return.

Song Wen knew—as did they all—that this true Young Master of the family had no close confidants by his side.

After all, before members of the Yue Family reached adulthood, the only people they could truly trust were their Angel Guard; there was no such thing as a "direct line of succession."

Furthermore, to the outside world, everyone believed the true Young Master of the Yue Family was Le Zhengyu.

Under such circumstances, even fewer people sought to curry favor with Le Zhengyue.

If they could complete Le Zhengyue's mission, there was a high probability they would gain the favor of this Young Master.

They might not have taken the gamble initially, but after spending this time together and witnessing Le Zhengyue's terrifying temperament, Song Wen decided to accept the mission without hesitation.

Seeing Song Wen accept the task, a trace of satisfaction appeared in Le Zhengyue's eyes.

He then raised his hand, this time holding a ring:

"The time you need to observe will not be long, perhaps only one to two years."

"Inside this are resources for five years. Regardless of when you finish your observation, all the resources inside are yours."

"There are also fifty million Alliance coins inside; you may spend them as you please once you reach Eastsea City."

"I only want information on three people; I have no interest in anything else."

Le Zhengyue suddenly stood up and gently placed the ring atop the green pills.

Le Zhengyue was not worried that they wouldn't consume them, as he could sense whether the pills had entered a person's body.

After all, these so-called pills were souls—the very souls generated during a person's life.

In such a situation, these men could not outplay him.

Meeting Le Zhengyue's gaze, the man nodded in silence:

"I will heed the Young Master's instructions. I shall take my leave."

As the man spoke, he looked at Le Zhengyue, who waved his hand calmly.

Following the man's departure, Le Zhengyue sat there in silence once more.

Downstairs, Yu Xiaogang was still imparting knowledge to Le Zhengyu.

Le Zhengyu, who had been skeptical at first, was now completely convinced.

Watching the worshipful look on his face as he gazed at Yu Xiaogang, a flash of disdain crossed Le Zhengyue's eyes:

"How truly stupid. Even stupider than Tang San. At least Tang San wouldn't have trusted the other party so easily, yet you believed it immediately."

Le Zhengyue shook his head, but he did not pursue the matter.

As time passed, Le Zhengyue did not go downstairs for dinner that evening.

Because of Le Zhengyu's apprenticeship, Father Le and Mother Le had also returned.

Le Zhengyue had no impression of these convenient parents of his.

If his convenient father was simply too busy with the affairs of the Southern Legion to pay any mind to his two sons, his mother was truly biased to an extreme degree.

They doted on Le Zhengyu to an extreme degree, one could even say they were attentive to his every need.

As for their youngest son, while they didn't exactly turn a blind eye to him, they didn't pay him any attention either.

They hadn't even bothered to ask why he hadn't come down for dinner tonight.

Le Zhengyue didn't care about that, however; he sat quietly on the bed, legs crossed in meditation.

Beside him, Jiang Nannan stirred the still-warm millet porridge with a spoon.

"Are you really not going down? Aren't those two your parents? Why does it feel like they aren't even familiar with you?"

Jiang Nannan spoke with hesitation.

Le Zhengyue, however, remained indifferent to her gaze.

"Le Zhengyu has already snitched on me, so why would I go down now? To wait for a lecture?"

"This matter has nothing to do with you, so don't get involved."

"But don't go out yet either; just wait here."

"If Father Le and Mother Le come over and truly intend to hand you over to Le Zhengyu, that would be quite troublesome."

As he spoke, Le Zhengyue beckoned to Jiang Nannan.

The young girl looked at him with a puzzled expression, but she complied and walked over.

Watching her approach, Le Zhengyue reached out and pinched her cheek.

As that soft sensation came through, Jiang Nannan glared fiercely at Le Zhengyue.

Le Zhengyue, however, was completely unbothered.

"Why are you angry? It was just a pinch; I didn't do anything else."

Le Zhengyue chuckled to himself, but the smile on his face suddenly froze.

He cast his consciousness outward.

Because he possessed the Dragon God Martial Soul, his spiritual power far exceeded what any normal person could imagine.

His current spiritual power intensity had already surpassed one thousand points; this was another terrifying aspect of his, one that even Le Zhengen was unaware of.

Through his nearly one thousand points of spiritual power, he could clearly see everything happening outside.

Downstairs, Na'er stood there looking somewhat lost.

She didn't have any classes, but Le Zhengyue would arrange all sorts of lessons for her to ensure the child kept learning, and of course, to foster the bond between brother and sister.

Tonight, Na'er had just returned from a stroll outside with a maid.

As soon as she walked in, she ran into Father Le, Mother Le, and Le Zhengyu.

The little girl had never seen these three people before; she could even be said to be completely unfamiliar with them.

Thus, at the very first encounter, all four of them were bewildered.

Both Father Le and Mother Le looked at the little girl with confusion.

With her long silver hair and those purple eyes, her appearance was undeniably exquisite.

The problem was that they had never seen this person before, nor did they know why she would appear in their home.