Jealousy? Xiao Yan Severely Injured and Unconscious (Seeking Monthly Votes, Recommendation Votes, Rewards)

"Outrageous!"

"That old scoundrel Jialie is going too far!"

Upon hearing the servant's account, Xiao Zhan flew into a towering rage.

"Not only has the Jialie Clan been suppressing our Xiao Clan's business, but now he even condones his son injuring my boy. They truly have no regard for our Xiao Clan!"

"If I do not avenge this, I, Xiao Zhan, am unfit to be the head of the Xiao Clan!"

BOOM!

A surging, majestic Dou Qi erupted instantly.

Like waves crashing against a reef, a thick, oppressive pressure filled the room.

The pressure of a five-star Great Dou Master made it difficult for everyone present to breathe, save for Xiao Ze and Xiao Xun'er, who remained by Xiao Yan's side, their expressions unchanged.

After venting his fury, Xiao Zhan gradually calmed down.

Although he was incensed, he knew that the top priority was to save his son; with such injuries, every moment of delay increased the danger.

"Quick, bring out the second-grade healing medicine kept in the clan's treasury!"

"Give it to Yan'er immediately to stabilize his condition!"

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

However, these were assets of the entire Xiao Clan, not his alone, and the servant beside him hesitated upon hearing the order.

Just then, Xiao Ze spoke up: "No need, I have a healing pill here."

As he spoke, his storage ring flashed, and a bottle of pills appeared in his hand.

He pulled the stopper, and a round, translucent white pill rolled out, accompanied by a rich medicinal fragrance that instantly filled the room.

"This is..."

The people in the room were jolted, staring at the pill in utter shock.

As the clan head, Xiao Zhan felt his heart racing.

"A third-grade Spirit Recovery Pill?!!"

A third-grade pill!

In a small place like Wutan City, such a thing had not been seen for many years.

Not to mention that it was an incredibly precious healing pill.

The appearance of this Spirit Recovery Pill left everyone present dazed, their mouths watering.

"Ancestor, this... is too precious," Xiao Zhan said nervously.

To use a priceless third-grade pill to save his son?

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

"It is of no consequence, it is merely a single pill." Xiao Ze waved his hand, signaling a servant to feed the Spirit Recovery Pill to Xiao Yan.

The servant hurriedly complied, taking the pill and carefully placing it into Xiao Yan's mouth.

Whoosh—

As the pill entered his mouth, it immediately transformed into a surging medicinal force, continuously nourishing his injured body. A pale green radiance spread from Xiao Yan, and before long, all his injuries were completely healed.

"Cough, cough..."

On the sickbed, the previously unconscious Xiao Yan coughed violently.

Then, he slowly opened his eyes.

The moment he opened them, he saw his father standing before him, asking after him with a face full of concern.

"Yan'er, Yan'er, are you alright?"

"How do you feel now?"

"Is anything wrong?"

Xiao Yan clutched his chest and sat up with difficulty; although his body still ached, he felt significantly better.

His previously weak and pale complexion had regained much of its color.

He took a deep breath and replied, "Father, I am fine. I have caused you worry."

"It is nothing, nothing at all. Quickly, lie back down and rest." Hearing this, Xiao Zhan was overjoyed and hurriedly urged Xiao Yan to lie back down.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he quickly added, "That's right, Yan'er. You were so severely injured today that your life was in danger. It was thanks to the Ancestor's intervention that your condition was stabilized."

"Hurry and thank the Ancestor!"

Xiao Zhan was delighted to see Xiao Yan regain consciousness, but he had not forgotten that all of this was due to the actions of Xiao Ze, the ancestor of the Xiao Clan.

Thus, he prompted Xiao Yan to offer his thanks.

Upon hearing that he had been healed by his ancestor, Xiao Yan hurriedly bowed to Xiao Ze in gratitude: "This junior thanks you, Ancestor, for your intervention. I will engrave this debt of gratitude upon my heart."

Xiao Ze merely waved his hand dismissively, saying nothing more.

Suddenly.

A line of text appeared before his eyes.

It filled him with joy.

[Plane Child Xiao Yan's trust in you has increased!]

[Trust Points +100,000]

[Current Trust Points: 300,000]

Another hundred thousand Trust Points had arrived.

That Grade Three medicinal pill was truly worth the cost.

Thinking of this, the gaze Xiao Ze cast toward the other could not help but carry a hint of satisfaction.

"That's right, Yan'er, there is one more thing Father must discuss with you." Seeing that his son's condition had stabilized, Xiao Zhan spoke up again.

"The Old Ancestor has decided to take you as his disciple."

"From this day forward, you are to follow by the Ancestor's side to cultivate!"

His face was full of smiles as he said excitedly: "Well? Aren't you happy?"

"What?" Xiao Yan let out a cry of surprise.

The Ancestor wanted to take him as a disciple?

He widened his eyes, his face etched with shock.

If this were in the past, he would certainly have been overjoyed.

But now... he already had a teacher!

Thinking of this, a flash of panic crossed Xiao Yan's eyes, and he did not know how to respond.

"Little Yanzi, such a windfall falling from the sky, why aren't you agreeing immediately?"

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

"Teacher!"

Xiao Yan was somewhat startled and hurriedly replied in his heart: "Teacher, you want me to agree?"

"But..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Elder Yao.

"But what, 'but'."

"Are you worried that because you have this old man, you cannot take another as your master?"

"Nonsense!"

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

"No matter what, I am but a soul body, and the help I can provide is limited. But the person before you is not only your Xiao Clan's ancestor, his strength is also terrifying!"

"With him by your side, you could walk sideways in Wutan City... no! In the entire Gama Empire!"

"Why are you still hesitating over such a good thing?"

"Hurry up and agree?!!"

Listening to his teacher's words, Xiao Yan scratched his head: "Teacher, do you know the Ancestor's cultivation level?"

"Rubbish!" Elder Yao said irritably: "Back in my day, I was..."

As he spoke, his tone faltered as if he had thought of something. After a moment of silence, he immediately changed the subject: "In any case, this ancestor of your clan is nine times out of ten likely a Dou Huang powerhouse!"

"Such strength is rare even in the entire Gama Empire."

"It is enough to ensure your safety!"

At this point, Elder Yao sighed: "I have to say, your Xiao Clan is truly lucky to have an ancestor of such strength. Little Yanzi, from today on, your Xiao Clan is going to prosper!"

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

What?

His Xiao Clan ancestor was actually a Dou Huang powerhouse?

Xiao Yan could not help but gasp, inwardly exclaiming that it was truly terrifying.

"Well? Stunned, aren't you?"

"Such a heaven-sent opportunity, why are you still hesitating instead of agreeing?"

Deep within his mind, Elder Yao's voice, sounding as if he were frustrated by Xiao Yan's lack of resolve, rang out once more.

He urged Xiao Yan to make a decision without pause.