Xiao Yan Takes Yun Yun as His Master

"What, the engagement's already broken off, and you still want to humiliate me?" Xiao Yan clenched his fists and sneered.

At his mockery, Nalan Yanran rolled her pretty eyes and said:

"My grandfather is a Dou Wang. Let him investigate why your Dou Qi disappeared. This will also prove that I, Nalan Yanran, didn't break off the engagement because you lost your talent, but because I truly have no interest in a childhood betrothal."

At those words.

Everyone present froze.

Right, Old Master Nalan was a Dou Wang. Surely he could discover why the Dou Qi had disappeared.

"Uncle!" Xiao Zhan trembled with excitement.

"I hadn't thought of that. Young Xiao Yan, come here and let me have a look." Nalan Jie smiled faintly and beckoned Xiao Yan over.

At the thought of his talent being restored.

Even Xiao Yan, with his composure, could not help growing excited.

A short while later.

Nalan Jie knitted his brows, wondering inwardly, Strange, what on earth is causing this? Even I can't find it?

Inside the black ring, the soul form sneered. A mere Dou Wang wants to investigate me? What a joke.

"Uncle, what exactly is wrong with Yan'er's body?" Xiao Zhan asked urgently.

To him, as long as his son's talent could be restored, losing face over a broken engagement didn't mean shit. Hardly anyone in the Xiao Clan showed him any respect anyway.

Otherwise, his son would not have been mocked for three years.

"Hmm, no hurry. Let me find a quiet room and see what happens when Yan'er cultivates." Nalan Jie stroked his beard and answered unhurriedly.

He refused to believe that a dignified Dou Wang could not even discover how Dou Qi disappeared. He wanted to see just how this Dou Qi vanished into thin air after Xiao Yan cultivated.

"Yes, yes!"

Hearing this, Xiao Zhan understood at once.

Indeed, his concern had thrown him into confusion. Without cultivation, there was no Dou Qi, so how could they determine how it disappeared?

He immediately led the way, taking Nalan Jie and Xiao Yan toward his own room.

As for why they did not go to Xiao Yan's room, it was naturally to keep everyone else out. No matter how little authority he had in the Xiao Clan, the clan leader's room was not somewhere just anyone could enter as they pleased.

"Yanran, wait here for a while," Nalan Jie instructed his granddaughter before leaving.

"Rest assured, senior. Miss Nalan won't face any danger here," the three elders guaranteed, patting their chests.

As soon as the three left, the Xiao Clan's juniors gazed reverently at Nalan Yanran as she drank her tea, all pondering how they could approach her and strike up a conversation.

Only one person, after glancing at her, closed the book in her hands, rose quietly, and walked out of the hall.

That indifferent attitude startled Nalan Yanran and made her frown.

"Did I make a mistake taking a disciple just to get the engagement broken off sooner?" High above the Xiao Clan, Gu Yuan, who was probing with his soul power, looked embarrassed.

His dear daughter disliked his newly accepted disciple. This left Gu Yuan, who had always felt guilty toward Xun'er, rather uneasy.

What if his daughter stopped speaking to him over this?

But then he reconsidered. He was clearing obstacles out of his daughter's path. After all, the dignified young mistress of the Gu Clan could hardly marry someone who was already betrothed.

What would that make her!

At that thought, Gu Yuan was no longer afraid.

He was doing this for his daughter's sake.

He immediately smiled faintly and turned his gaze back down below.

He was also somewhat curious about why a perfectly healthy person's Dou Qi would disappear for no reason.

Inside Xiao Zhan's room.

Xiao Yan sat cross-legged, his face tense.

Nalan Jie and Xiao Zhan watched him closely.

"Begin," Nalan Jie instructed calmly.

"Mm." Xiao Yan nodded,

Took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, formed a hand seal, and then followed the method he had long since learned by heart.

With each breath in and out.

Thin traces of Dou Qi flowed into his body through his mouth and nose,

The sensation felt both familiar and strange to Xiao Yan.

For three years, every time he cultivated, it had been like mud sinking into the sea, disappearing without a trace.

But this time.

It was different.

He successfully guided a faint wisp of Dou Qi into the vortex in his abdomen, which had thirsted for it for so long.

The Dou Qi had not disappeared!

Xiao Yan's body began to tremble.

"Father, I-I can cultivate!"

Wild joy appeared on Xiao Yan's face, bringing tears streaming down Xiao Zhan's cheeks. He bowed deeply to Nalan Jie, who stood right beside him.

"Uncle, please accept my thanks."

"?"

Nalan Jie looked utterly bewildered.

He had not done anything yet.

Why was this little fellow so excited?

But the old Lion King had not lived all those decades for nothing. He immediately stepped forward, grasped Xiao Yan's arm, and sent his own Dou Qi through his body.

"Grandpa Nalan?"

Xiao Yan was somewhat at a loss, thinking something had gone wrong with his body again.

He really can cultivate again? Nalan Jie muttered inwardly in disbelief. Releasing Xiao Yan's hand, he said gravely, "Yan'er, did you come into contact with anyone when your talent disappeared?"

"No!" Xiao Yan shook his head in denial.

Back when he still had his talent, he had never left the Xiao Clan. Even when he did go out, he had Dou Shi guards arranged by his father and the elders, so he could not possibly have come into contact with any outsiders.

"Then that's strange." Nalan Jie's brows furrowed into three deep lines.

With the shrewdness he had gained over so many years, he naturally would not assume Xiao Yan's talent had truly recovered.

The only explanation he could think of was that the person behind this feared him, a Dou Wang expert.

At that thought, he pondered briefly, then pulled Xiao Zhan into a corner and whispered into his ear.

"What?"

"Uncle, is what you're saying true?"

Xiao Zhan's expression changed drastically, and then anger surged through him.

He wished he could strangle the hidden culprit.

"It should be much as I suspect." Nalan Jie nodded and asked gravely, "Nephew, tell me honestly. Does the Xiao Clan have any other enemies?"

After racking his brains, Xiao Zhan frowned and said, "Uncle, since our Xiao Clan left the imperial capital, we've spent all these years tucked away in Wutan City. We shouldn't have any enemies left. Only the city's other two major clans are at odds with us, but their strength only reaches Da Dou Shi."

"Then that's strange. A Da Dou Shi couldn't pull off something like this," Nalan Jie said, puzzled.

The two men, one old and one middle-aged, frowned in thought, making Xiao Yan panic inwardly. In a trembling voice, he asked, "Grandpa Nalan, Father, is there still something wrong with my body?"

Hearing this, Xiao Zhan, unsure how to answer, could only look at Nalan Jie. "Uncle?"

"It's fine. There is no longer anything seriously wrong with Yan'er's body." Nalan Jie waved his hand.

At these words, Xiao Yan breathed a sigh of relief. He truly did not want to be a good-for-nothing again.

"However, that person may roll back in like a storm."

Xiao Yan's heart rose into his throat again.

"Then what should we do?" Xiao Zhan asked urgently.

Nalan Jie stroked his beard in thought for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "How about this? Let Yan'er leave with me. I'll take him to the imperial capital and have him become a Dou Emperor's disciple. I imagine the Misty Cloud Sect's leader will do me this favor."