Fighting over a girl? Xiao Yan was badly injured and fell unconscious (please vote, recommend, and tip)

"Outrageous!"

"That old scoundrel Jia Lie has gone too far!"

After hearing the servant's account, Xiao Zhan immediately flew into a furious rage.

"Not only has the Jialie Clan constantly suppressed the Xiao Clan's businesses, but now they've even let their son beat my boy! They truly don't take the Xiao Clan seriously!"

"If I don't avenge this, I'm unworthy of being the Xiao Clan's leader!"

Boom!

A surging torrent of Dou Qi erupted.

It spread with the crushing force of waves pounding against a reef, filling the room with an immense pressure.

The pressure of a five-star Da Dou Shi made it difficult for everyone present to breathe. Only Xiao Ze and Xiao Xun'er, who had been by Xiao Yan's side all along, remained unaffected.

After venting his anger, Xiao Zhan gradually calmed down.

Though he was furious, he knew that the most urgent thing was to save his son as soon as possible. With injuries this severe, every moment of delay meant greater danger.

"Quick! Bring out the second-grade healing medicine kept in the clan's stores!"

"Give it to Yan'er as soon as possible and stabilize his injuries!"

With a wave of his hand, he prepared to use one of the clan's few second-grade healing pills.

But the pill belonged to the entire Xiao Tribe; it wasn't Xiao Zhan's alone. Hearing his order, the Xiao Clan servant beside him couldn't help hesitating.

Just then,

Xiao Ze suddenly spoke. "There's no need. I have a healing pill here."

As he spoke, the Storage Ring on his hand flashed, and a bottle of pills appeared in his palm.

He pulled out the stopper. A smooth, pearly-white pill rolled out of the bottle, filling the room with its rich medicinal fragrance.

"This is..."

Everyone in the room perked up, staring at the pill in shock.

Xiao Zhan, as the clan leader, was especially overwhelmed.

"A third-grade Spirit Recovery Pill?!"

A third-grade pill!

In a small place like Wutan City, it was rare to see one even once in many years.

And this was an especially precious healing pill.

Now that the Spirit Recovery Pill had appeared, everyone present stared in a daze, mouths watering.

"Ancestor, this... it's far too precious," Xiao Zhan said nervously.

Using a priceless third-grade pill to save his son?

If word got out, people would inevitably accuse him, the clan leader, of abusing his position for personal gain.

"It's fine. It's just a pill." Xiao Ze waved a hand, signaling a servant beside him to feed the Spirit Recovery Pill to Xiao Yan.

The servant hurriedly obeyed, carefully placing the pill into Xiao Yan's mouth.

Whoosh—

As soon as the pill entered his mouth, it dissolved into a surging medicinal force that continuously nourished his injured body. A faint green radiance spread over Xiao Yan, and before long, all his injuries had healed.

"Cough, cough..."

On the bed, Xiao Yan, who had been unconscious, coughed violently several times.

Then he slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was his father standing in front of him, asking with concern,

"Yan'er, Yan'er, are you all right?"

"How are you feeling now?"

"Does anything feel wrong?"

Clutching his chest, Xiao Yan struggled to sit up. His body still ached, but he could clearly tell that he felt much better.

His face, once pale and weak, had regained some color.

He took a deep breath and replied, "Father, I'm fine. I'm sorry to have worried you."

"It's all right, it's all right. Lie back down and rest." Hearing this, Xiao Zhan was delighted and quickly urged Xiao Yan to lie back down.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something.

He quickly said, "Oh, right, Yan'er. You were so badly injured today that your life was in danger. Fortunately, our ancestor stepped in and stabilized your injuries."

"Now, hurry and thank our ancestor!"

Xiao Yan's recovery delighted Xiao Zhan, but he hadn't forgotten that it was all thanks to Xiao Ze, the Xiao Clan's ancestor.

So he urged Xiao Yan to express his gratitude.

After learning that his ancestor had healed him, Xiao Yan hurriedly thanked Xiao Ze. "Thank you for saving me, Ancestor. I'll remember your kindness for the rest of my life."

Xiao Ze merely waved his hand, saying nothing more.

Suddenly,

a line of text appeared before his eyes.

He was overjoyed.

[The trust of the Child of the Plane, Xiao Yan, has increased!]

[Trust Points +100,000]

[Current Trust Points: 300,000]

Another hundred thousand Trust Points had come in.

That third-grade pill had been well worth it.

Thinking this, Xiao Ze looked at Xiao Yan with a touch of satisfaction.

"Yan'er, there's one more thing I need to tell you," Xiao Zhan said once he saw that his son was stable.

"Our ancestor has decided to take you as his disciple."

"Starting today, you'll cultivate by our ancestor's side!"

His face beamed with excitement. "Well? Aren't you happy?"

"What?" Xiao Yan exclaimed in surprise.

The ancestor wanted to take him as a disciple?

His eyes widened, shock written all over his face.

If this had happened before, he would have been overjoyed.

But now... he already had a teacher!

At the thought, a flicker of panic crossed Xiao Yan's eyes. He didn't know how to respond.

"Little Yanzi, this is a windfall from heaven! What are you waiting for? Say yes!"

Just as he hesitated, an old voice rang out from the depths of his soul.

"Teacher!"

Xiao Yan was startled. He hurriedly asked in his mind, "Teacher, you want me to say yes?"

"But..."

Before he could finish, Elder Yao cut him off.

"But what?"

"Are you worried that having me means you can't take anyone else as your teacher?"

"Bullshit!"

"Who says a person can only have one teacher in their entire life?"

"Let's face it, I'm only a soul, and there's not much I can do for you. But the person before you isn't just your Xiao Clan's ancestor—his strength is terrifying!"

"With him by your side, you'll be able to throw your weight around in Wutan City... no, throughout the entire Jia Ma Empire!"

"What are you hesitating for with an opportunity like this?"

"Say yes already!"

Listening to his teacher, Xiao Yan scratched his head. "Teacher, do you know our ancestor's cultivation level?"

"Of course!" Elder Yao replied impatiently. "Back in my day, I..."

As he spoke, his voice trailed off as if he'd remembered something. After falling silent for a moment, he immediately changed the subject. "Anyway, there's a very good chance your ancestor is a Dou Huang expert!"

"Experts of this caliber are few and far between in the entire Jia Ma Empire."

"He's more than strong enough to keep you safe!"

At this, Elder Yao sighed. "You Xiao Clan are truly lucky. You actually have an ancestor this powerful! Little Yanzi, from today onward, your Xiao Clan is going to prosper!"

"Dou Huang?!" Xiao Yan's eyes twitched.

What?

His Xiao Clan's ancestor was actually a Dou Huang expert?

Xiao Yan couldn't help drawing in a sharp breath. In his heart, he could only marvel at how terrifyingly powerful that was.

"What do you think? Stunned, aren't you?"

"With an opportunity this enormous, why are you still hesitating instead of accepting?"

From deep in his mind, Elder Yao's voice rang out again, exasperated.

He kept urging Xiao Yan to make up his mind.