Yuanen Yehui: I Want to Learn Forging!

On the other side, the Yuanen Family.

The night was like ink, moonlight spilling over the Yuanen Family estate, permeating it with a sense of heaviness and sorrow.

Yuanen Tiandang carefully supported his wife, Yehui, walking slowly along the bluestone-paved path.

Both were silent, lips pressed thin, not saying a word, merely moving their feet mechanically as if they had lost their souls.

The tragic sight of their clansmen suffering during the day was still fresh in their minds. Although the elders of the Yuanen Family were heartbroken, they knew that Yuanen Tiandang was a genius rarely seen in the family in a century; no one truly wanted to force this hope of the family, who had the potential to become a Limit Douluo, to his death.

With Yuanen Tiandang protecting her with his life, never leaving her side, the clan elders did not continue to press Yehui.

However, Yehui could lose control at any moment. The Demon Plane was like a sword hanging over their heads, leaving everyone restless and unable to sleep.

Yuanen Zhentian had brought out the family law in the ancestral hall, beating Yuanen Tiandang severely in front of the entire clan, and then forced him to kneel until nightfall before allowing the loving couple to return home.

Yet, the most thorny problem remained unresolved.

Under various reassurances, the clansmen agreed not to pursue the day's disaster, but they could not allow such a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment to remain in the family.

The cold moonlight spilled onto Yehui's face, making the despair in her eyes even more apparent. After a long silence, as they were about to reach home, she finally spoke: "Tiandang, can you promise me one thing?"

Yuanen Tiandang's heart sank violently. He knew exactly what his wife was thinking and immediately refused in a low voice, his tone filled with an indisputable stubbornness: "No."

He knew better than anyone that Yehui was completely bound to the Demon Gate. If they could not find a way to completely seal her martial soul, the only solution was to destroy the gate, and Yehui already harbored thoughts of death.

She was speaking now, surely wanting him to promise that if she were truly gone, he would live on well and raise their daughter, Yuanen Yehui, properly.

Seeing Yehui's lips move, wanting to continue her persuasion, Yuanen Tiandang interrupted quickly, his voice full of pleading and avoidance: "Don't overthink it. If we don't go back, Huihui will be scared."

He was in extreme pain, unable to accept that his beloved wife would mention death in front of him and entrust their daughter to his care.

Strength, he craved strength at this moment more than anything!

If he had a set of Four-Word Battle Armor today, relying on the amplification of the armor, he would have been able to kill the high-level combatants of the demons immediately. With so many elders present, the remaining demons would not have been able to implicate any clansmen.

Yuanen Tiandang gripped Yehui's cold hand tightly, his gratitude toward Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao having climbed to the extreme.

If the two of them hadn't arrived in time, the situation today would have been impossible to salvage.

Especially Tian Shang; if his sister-in-law had perished, he truly wouldn't know how to face Tian Shang.

He originally had no good impression of An Lan—not because An Lan had done anything inappropriate, but as a father, he naturally repelled any male who approached his daughter.

Even if they were just children, it filled him with hostility.

But ever since he learned from his father that An Lan was a disciple of both the Purple Phoenix and His Excellency Judgment, his impression of An Lan had changed significantly.

Thinking of the strategy his father and the clan elders had discussed today, a glimmer of hope rose in Yuanen Tiandang's heart.

The Phoenix Family and the Angel Family both possessed two Limit Douluos, their foundations unfathomable. Perhaps the clans really did hide divine artifacts that could seal his wife's martial soul.

Although the Demon Plane was strong, there were no god-level existences within it. As long as his father's joint plan could be implemented smoothly, the hidden dangers in his wife and daughter could be cleared away together.

But the premise of all this was still strength.

Living in seclusion could not save his wife and daughter.

At this thought, a flash of determination crossed Yuanen Tiandang's eyes: he had to go out. Not only did he need to break through to Limit Douluo as soon as possible, but he also had to possess a set of his own Four-Word Battle Armor.

These were things the resource-poor Yuanen Family could not give him; otherwise, his father, a demigod, would not still be wearing Three-Word Battle Armor.

Burdened with thoughts, the two arrived at the gate of their small courtyard without realizing it.

Yehui did not want her young daughter to see her haggard appearance, nor did she want her daughter to notice that a tragedy had occurred in the family.

She quickly grabbed Yuanen Tiandang, who was about to push the door open, and stood outside, taking a few deep breaths to adjust her state bit by bit, trying to squeeze out a gentle smile.

A moment later, she turned to look at her husband beside her, her voice tinged with trepidation: "How is my complexion? Don't scare Huihui."

Looking at his wife, who was forcing herself to keep her spirits up, Yuanen Tiandang felt a pang of pain in his heart and forced a smile: "It's perfect."

"That's good, that's good," Yehui whispered softly, feeling a sense of relief in her heart.

The two pushed the courtyard door open gently, and seeing the lights still on in the room, they quickened their pace.

Yehui pushed the door open and entered first, seeing at a glance that Yuanen Yehui had not returned to her own room, but was curled up on the living room sofa, her small body huddled into a ball, having fallen asleep while hugging a pillow.

Yehui's eyes turned red instantly, her nose aching, and she almost couldn't help but cry out.

It didn't matter what happened to her, but Huihui was still so young; how could she have inherited her Fallen Angel martial soul?

Yuanen Tiandang patted his wife's shoulder gently: "Don't worry, there will always be a way."

As he spoke, he walked forward on tiptoe, wanting to carry his sleeping daughter back to her room.

But just as he bent down, before his fingertips could touch the corner of his daughter's clothes, Yuanen Yehui rubbed her sleepy eyes and woke up in a daze.

Seeing her father before her, she immediately propped herself up, her first words spilling out: "Papa."

"Hey, my precious daughter," Yuanen Tiandang replied, his voice gentle.

Looking at his daughter, who had the same red hair as his wife and a nose and eyes that were nearly identical, his heart melted instantly.

This was the fruit of his and Yehui's love; how could he not love her?

Yuanen Yehui seemed to suddenly remember something and asked seriously: "Papa, can you forge? I want to learn forging."

Yuanen Tiandang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and pulled his daughter into his arms, asking gently: "Sweetheart, how do you know about forging?"

Yuanen Yehui's martial soul had been awakened for three months, but Yuanen Tiandang had thought that one could only wear One-Word Battle Armor upon reaching the five-ring level, so he planned to let her come into contact with secondary professions once she reached the level of a three-ring Soul Elder.

Besides, it wouldn't be too late to prepare for battle armor after the third ring; now, she should focus on cultivating soul power without having to bear double the pressure at such a young age.

"An Lan told me. It's all your fault, Papa. An Lan just awakened her martial soul today, and her teacher already planned everything for her, preparing for her to take a secondary profession. But I've been awakened for so long, and I don't even know what battle armor is."