Xiao Yan's Shock, Volunteering Himself

Deep night.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

"What?"

"Father, are you saying that our Xiao Clan is going to attack the Jalie Clan tomorrow?"

"You aren't joking, are you?"

Lying on his sickbed and focusing on his recovery, Xiao Yan had rushed to his father's side without a moment's hesitation the instant he heard the news that the Xiao Clan was preparing to attack the Jalie Clan tomorrow.

Looking at his dignified father before him, he desperately wanted to say, "Father, have you lost your mind?"

Since when has the Xiao Clan been on equal footing with the Jalie Clan?

And attacking tomorrow?

How is this any different from throwing our lives away?

He wanted to urge his father to think twice before acting.

But the words died in his throat.

He knew that the reason the Xiao Clan was moving against the Jalie Clan was, in part, because of him.

If he hadn't been injured by Jialie Ao, his father wouldn't be in such a rush to strike at the Jalie Clan.

"Yan'er, don't be anxious. Moving against the Jalie Clan is a decision reached by the entire Xiao Clan through deliberation."

"Although I am the Clan Head, I cannot dictate the will of the entire Xiao Clan."

Xiao Zhan patted Xiao Yan's shoulder with satisfaction; his son had finally grown up and learned to consider issues from the perspective of the clan.

Not bad, not bad at all!

He would be perfectly capable of succeeding him as the next Clan Head of the Xiao Clan in the future!

"Father, the Jalie Clan has been rooted in Wutan City for over a thousand years, while our Xiao Clan has only been here for a century."

"Isn't acting like this a bit too hasty?"

Xiao Yan's face remained etched with deep concern.

He had no objection to fighting the Jalie Clan, but wasn't the preparation time far too short?

Attacking tomorrow?

How was this any different from a mindless all-in gamble?

Shouldn't a matter concerning the life and death of the entire clan be deliberated upon for a long time?

"Yan'er, do not worry. The decision to move against the Jalie Clan was also approved by our Ancestor," Xiao Zhan said with a smile.

"Oh? Will the Ancestor be taking action tomorrow?" Xiao Yan breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He had already learned of the Ancestor's strength from his teacher, Elder Yao.

A Dou Huang powerhouse.

If he were willing to intervene, the Jalie Clan could be wiped out with a flick of a finger.

"No!" Xiao Zhan shook his head. "The Ancestor will not be taking action tomorrow."

"What? The Ancestor isn't taking action?" The heart Xiao Yan had just settled suddenly jumped back into his throat. He wanted to say more, but he heard his father continue.

"Although the Ancestor does not intend to take action himself, he has bestowed this sword upon me."

"He said that with this sword, we can break the Jalie Clan tomorrow!"

As he spoke, he placed Xiao Ze's [Taixiao Sword] in front of Xiao Yan.

When Xiao Yan's gaze fell upon the longsword, Elder Yao's voice suddenly rang out from the depths of his consciousness: "A Tier 6 longsword?!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk—"

"Little Yanzi, this ancestor of yours is no simple man!"

"Weapons of this caliber are rare even in the entire Gama Empire."

Hearing Elder Yao's words, Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Teacher, what is a Tier 6 longsword?"

"A Tier 6 longsword, how should I put it..." Elder Yao was silent for a moment before saying, "Weapons in this world are divided into nine tiers. You can think of a Tier 6 longsword as the exclusive weapon of a Dou Huang powerhouse."

"But ordinary Dou Huang powerhouses don't even possess a Tier 6 weapon."

"In terms of value, a single Tier 6 weapon is enough to buy several Wutan Cities!"

Hearing his teacher's reply, Xiao Yan's eyes widened, and he gasped.

This plain-looking longsword right in front of him...

Could actually buy several Wutan Cities???

Terrifying, simply terrifying!

After marveling in his heart, he suddenly thought of something and hurriedly asked, "Teacher, can a single weapon really help us defeat the Jalie Clan?"

As soon as the words left his lips.

A scoff from Elder Yao echoed deep within the sea of consciousness.

"You brat, what are you thinking?"

"No matter how powerful a weapon is, it is still just a weapon!"

"Without someone to wield it, it is nothing but a dead object. How could it possibly fight for you?"

"Huh?" Hearing this, the hopeful light in Xiao Yan's eyes gradually dimmed. His voice sounded somewhat dejected: "So, what the ancestor said was false!"

"Who said it was false?" Elder Yao's voice drifted out once more.

"Didn't you just say so, Teacher?" Xiao Yan frowned.

"I merely said that a weapon cannot fight on its own; I never said it couldn't kill," Elder Yao's voice carried a hint of a smile.

"If my senses are correct, this Tier 7 longsword contains a strand of sword qi injected by your ancestor."

"As long as it is triggered, never mind a mere Jialie Clan, even ten Jialie Clans would have to obediently wait for death."

"So, to a certain extent, what your Xiao Clan's ancestor said is true."

"This sword can indeed help you defeat that so-called Jialie Clan!"

After hearing Elder Yao's words, the heart that had been hanging in Xiao Yan's chest finally settled back down. So, this was the purpose of the ancestor bestowing the sword.

That made sense. With the ancestor's formidable strength as a Dou Huang, he truly did not need to take action personally.

A single sword from his hand was more than enough—

"Yan'er, Yan'er?"

Just as Xiao Yan was focusing all his attention on the Taixiao Sword before him, his father's call pulled him back to reality.

"Yan'er, did you notice something wrong with this sword?" Xiao Zhan asked with a frown.

"No," Xiao Yan shook his head with a smile. "I was just thinking that since the ancestor left this sword for Father, it shows that the ancestor has great confidence in tomorrow's battle."

"That goes without saying. The ancestor's strength is unfathomable. Since he bestowed this sword, he must have his own intentions. We descendants need only obey."

Xiao Zhan was quite happy about the sudden appearance of this Xiao Clan ancestor.

After all, as the saying goes, with great power comes great responsibility.

Previously, as the patriarch of the Xiao Clan and its strongest cultivator, he had to shoulder many difficulties all by himself.

Perhaps only he knew the weight of that heavy pressure.

But things were different now; the Xiao Clan had gained a powerful ancestor.

For him, this was undoubtedly a piece of wonderful news.

In the future, all those matters concerning the life and death of the clan that he was supposed to bear could be dumped onto the ancestor.

He could finally lighten his load.

Looking at his father's relaxed expression, Xiao Yan could not help but smile. Thinking of tomorrow's battle, he said, "Father, there is something I wish to discuss, though I am unsure if I should."

Xiao Zhan waved his hand with a smile. "Between father and son, do we need to be so formal?"

"Speak your mind; I will certainly agree!"

"Then I shall speak plainly." Xiao Yan took a deep breath, his expression turning serious. "Father, I also wish to participate in tomorrow's battle!"

"What?!!!"