Wishing You Smooth Cultivation

Wu Yan's cold voice still lingered in the air. The black-clad old man, freed as the ice melted away, watched the young figure disappear, and the shock he could no longer conceal surfaced on his face.

He was clearly only a one-star Dou Emperor youth, yet he, an eight-star Dou Emperor, had failed to last even one move before being captured.

One had to know that capturing someone alive was far more difficult than killing them. If that youth could capture him alive in one move, then he could also kill him in one move!

It would have been one thing if he were an ordinary Dou Emperor, but he was a Dou Emperor from the continent's strongest faction!

He possessed all kinds of profound Dou Skills beyond ordinary people's imagination. With his strange dark-attribute Dou Qi, even against a Dou Zong expert, he was confident he could retreat unscathed.

So why had he encountered nothing more than a mere one-star Dou Emperor, some boy from a backwater place, only to fail to withstand even a single move?

During the flight back, the black-clad old man pondered it for a long time. In the end, he stopped dwelling on the question. Not because he had figured it out, but because he had arrived.

He was merely the young lady's servant. It was better to leave such complicated matters for the young lady to decide.

Old Master Bama's funeral had reached the stage where everyone paid their respects. Numerous guests gathered together, countless gazes carrying all sorts of emotions focused on the figure that radiated an unapproachable aura.

Those emotionless eyes swept across every person present, yet not a single one was worthy of holding his gaze.

After withdrawing his gaze, Wu Yan took his seat as clan leader and listened as the clansman in charge recounted Old Master Bama's life.

Yun Yun, seated at the very front, could not help shifting her gaze toward that cold figure. Yet the shame in her heart made her instinctively look away the moment her eyes touched him, only for her gaze to drift back again without her realizing it...

This cycle repeated itself until the eulogy ended. As the crowd applauded, it signaled the funeral's conclusion.

After leaving Nalan Yanran in the care of the Nalan Clan's representative, Nalan Yanran's father, Nalan Su, Yun Yun caught up with Wu Yan.

"Is something the matter?"

Wu Yan turned around, saw Yun Yun heading straight for him, and asked.

Yun Yun adjusted her breathing and pressed her lips together. "Once I break through to Dou Emperor, I will come challenge you again!"

"Mm."

"Next time, I will definitely defeat you!"

"Mm."

"You bastard, do you only know how to say one word?"

"Wishing you smooth cultivation."

With that, Wu Yan turned and left.

Yun Yun, left standing where she was, felt utterly miserable. What did he mean by "wishing you smooth cultivation"?

You are my opponent!

How could you say something like that?

Could it be that my strength was simply not enough for you to even take me seriously?

But the next moment, Yun Yun recalled how she had been instantly defeated.

"..."

Her face flushed red. She turned and flew into the sky, but just as she was about to leave, she remembered that her disciple was still here.

After picking up Nalan Yanran, Yun Yun departed from the city.

Night fell.

After the guests dispersed, the Mittel Clan's upper ranks held a family meeting and made various plans for the clan's future direction.

Wu Yan listened only briefly before leaving. The important matters had already been discussed at the beginning; what remained were merely trivial details.

At least, in Wu Yan's eyes, none of them were matters worth paying attention to. The others could handle them.

Even important matters were usually dealt with by the clan's higher-ups. Wu Yan would not personally show himself.

First, as a Dou Emperor, the clan's stabilizing pillar and one of the empire's strongest figures, if he personally took action, it meant there was no room left for reconciliation.

Second, Wu Yan could not be bothered with such miscellaneous affairs. He needed to cultivate.

The manor prepared for Wu Yan had already been completed. Once he settled the various matters over the next few days, he would continue his secluded cultivation.

Although Wu Yan knew Hai Bodong's whereabouts, he was not the type to go looking for trouble. Given Hai Bodong's relationship with the Mittel Clan, if Hai Bodong took the initiative to ask for help, Wu Yan naturally would not refuse.

But if Hai Bodong remained silent, Wu Yan could not be bothered to interfere.

Then there was the dark-attribute Dou Emperor he had captured a few days ago. If nothing unexpected happened, that old fellow should have been the old servant beside Xiao Yan's devoted admirer, the Gu Clan's young lady, the Dou Qi Continent's top-tier rich beauty—Gu Xun'er.

"Are there no eighteen-year-old Dou Emperors in your Gu Clan? Is someone like me really so rare that you had to come all this way just to see me?"

Wu Yan complained helplessly in his heart. Why did this make me seem like some giant panda...?

He wondered whether Gu Xun'er would report this to the Gu Clan after learning of it. And if the Gu Clan learned about it, what would they do?

To the current Wu Yan, the Gu Clan was an enormous behemoth. He truly had no good way to deal with them.

Soldiers came, generals blocked them; water came, earth dammed it.

"Since things have come to this, I might as well cultivate. There is no use worrying myself sick here."

"Old Ling, has the clan made any decision regarding that eighteen-year-old Dou Emperor?"

More than half a year had passed since Ling Ying had been captured. After finishing her fun with her companions, Gu Xun'er suddenly remembered the matter today.

"No, Young Lady."

"Hmm? That should not be the case. He is an eighteen-year-old Dou Emperor, after all." Gu Xun'er frowned. Why had the clan shown no reaction at all to such an outstanding genius?

"Young Lady, the Gu Clan has looked down upon the Dou Qi Continent for countless years and has seen far too many astonishing geniuses. Perhaps, in the eyes of the clan elders, Wu Yan is nothing special. Perhaps his talent will only take him as far as the Dou Emperor realm."

As the servant by Gu Xun'er's side responsible for external matters, Ling Ying had some guesses about the Gu Clan elders' thoughts.

Below Saint, none were worth a second look from those great figures.

Gu Xun'er thought for a moment, then refuted, "But Old Ling, you said that Wu Yan captured you alive right after breaking through to Dou Emperor. His strength is definitely extraordinary."

"Young Lady, some things can only be understood after experiencing them personally. This old servant's strength is nothing in the elders' eyes. Perhaps, in their view, Wu Yan is merely a somewhat talented genius, nothing more."

Ling Ying revealed a bitter smile. He was only an old servant from a branch line, a Dou Emperor whose bloodline power had barely reached the third grade. Such strength was simply not worth mentioning within the Gu Clan.

Having lived for over a hundred years, he possessed a deep understanding of the ways of the world.

He had merely captured a useless old man alive. What could that possibly prove?

That it proved the boy did have some talent?

In such a backwater place, even if a few geniuses emerged, reaching the Dou Zun realm would be their limit.

But within the Gu Clan, what they lacked least were Dou Zuns!