Chapter 742

Chapter 791: 14.67 Last Violet Star – Back to Lan Zhuayun Sect

Capital City

In the Imperial Palace

In order to personally inform Emperor Hong about what happened in the Death Valley, Elder Hou Yi promptly took a flight back to the palace. Hearing the story from one of the sect elders, Emperor Hong and the palace’s Prime Minister were taken aback.

The Prime Minister roared, “Repeat what you said! You say that the subordinate of Chun Hongyun-Jun held the Holy Sun Flame!?”

Elder Hou Yi says honestly, “Yes! I’m sure of it. It was the same man in the Crown Prince report. A cultivator named Zhi Yang.” Feeling the sweat on his forehead, he could only wipe it.

Elder Hou Yi exclaimed, “Yes, sire! I am certain that what I have seen is the Holy Sun Flame in the stories.”

The human emperor said, “How can a divine flame appear in our realm? But wait! You said that Chun Hongyun-Jun’s subordinate is close to the one who serves the Venerable Lord Hei. Maybe, that man called Zhi Yang originally served Lord Hei as well and left him to descend ahead of time to look for Chun Hongyun-Jun!”

.....

The Minister could only subscribe to this thesis by imagining how a simple subordinate might control such a holy flame. They hold persons who have a special type of fire in high regard because they are royal descendants. One of them is Holy Sun Flame.

Emperor Hong spoke, “We need someone to have Sir Zhi Yang as his master. Use the exchange lessons with the (Blue Fleeting Cloud Sect) Lan Zhuayun Sect to have one of the princes try to become Sir Zhi Yang’s disciple. The princes, princesses, young masters, and young mistresses who would attend must all keep this in mind. This is a royal decree.”

Everyone in the throne room said, “Yes, Your Majesty the Emperor!” as they all bowed before the supreme ruler of all human beings.

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Meanwhile, In the (Blue Fleeting Cloud Sect) Lan Zhuayun Sect...

Everyone had arrived back at the Sect in safety. Fan Yunya and Xue Yueguang were all welcomed as distinguished guests of the Yun Clan after reporting to the Sect Masters and elders. They were offered to remain at the top next to Crimson Cloud Peak which had no owner.

Happy to have them, Yun Huaxia and Bai Qiyin greeted them.

“You’re back, Dage!”

Chun Hongyun-Jun blocks Bai Qiyin as he runs toward Hei Anjing to give him a hug.

“What’s wrong with you!? Let me see my brother, Chun Hongyun-Jun!” yelled Bai Qiyin.

Yun Xiajie glared angrily at his own brother-in-law and replied, “No hugs. Mine.”

Bai Qiyin screamed indignantly, “How dare you!!!,” apparently forgetting that there were other people in the hallway. including the family and the sect’s elders.

Due to everyone, Bai Qiyin had become spoiled. His Senior Brother used to give him whatever he wanted when he was a kid. After losing his senior brother, he grew up to become Yun Huaxia’s Dao companion and was lavished with attention by his beloved. Although he listened to his dao companion and father, Bai Qiyin was solely terrified of his mother and Senior Brother in this world.

“Qiqi! Where are your manners? Don’t you see your elders,” Hei Anjing chastised.

Everyone fell silent as a dramatic increase in voice from Hei Anjing silenced the room. Even Bai Qiyin, who was extremely arrogant, was forced to bow his head in response to Hei Anjing’s intense look.

“I didn’t raise you to be this immature,” Hei Anjing remarked, “Where are the manners I’ve taught you? Didn’t I teach you to cultivate elegance? To shout before the presence of your elders, did brother raise you wrong?”

Bai Qiyin gripped his senior brother’s sleeves and murmured, “N-No. Brother, please don’t be unhappy. Qiqi is wrong. I will apologize. Don’t leave again, gege! Wuwuwu~”

Sigh~

Hei Anjing gives him a gentle head pat and assists in wiping away his tears. Although his face may still be emotionless, as he looked at Bai Qiyin, his gaze softened and became helpless.

Hei Anjing remarked, “Enough. You’re so old enough. There is no need to cry after receiving a little reprimand from me. Additionally, didn’t I promise that I wouldn’t leave? Now stand up and apologize to the seniors. I will apologize to you.”

Hearing that his brother would apologize to him astonished Bai Qiyin. He suddenly recalled a part of the past that he couldn’t help but feel guilt and regret with all his heart. As soon as possible, he grabbed his sleeves and muttered,

“I’ll do it! I’ll apologize. Brother, don’t stoop your head for my error any longer. Please, I beg you, don’t sacrifice yourself for me once more.”

Hei Anjing has previously witnessed his younger self correcting all of Bai Qiyin’s errors from his formative years in that white world. The Sect would occasionally punish him by lying about him.

There was also the argument he had with Bai Qiyin that led the younger brother to flee the house during the war. He was almost killed after being captured by the Xie Clan. He was saved, thankfully, by the prompt arrival of Bai Wuan. But because of the poison and exhaustion from that incident, Bai Wuan was almost gravely injured. Bai Qiyin’s biggest regret in life was this.

Hei Anjing said, “Go ahead then.”

Immediately, Bai Qiyin rose to his feet, bowed his head, and extended his hands in the direction of his uncle and other elders from his husband’s family side.

“I hope Uncles and elders will forgive this young one,” said Bai Ying. “Born in a high position and forgotten his etiquette. I apologize.”

Hei Anjing shook his head as Yun Huaxia met his gaze and tried to apologize and offer assistance to his dao partner, indicating that his brother must do this regardless of how he behaved in front of the elders. He must accept responsibility for his conduct and cannot be excused for what he did.

Sect Master Yun murmured, “Forget it. It’s true that my wife had been too well taken care of his entire life that he would sometimes forget his manners but even so I wasn’t willing to scold Yin’er. It’s great that Wuan’er is back. He can punish Yin’er for me.”

Hei Anjing, who was standing behind Bai Qiyin, had likewise cupped his hands in the direction of the elders without Bai Qiyin seeing. However, he couldn’t stand by and watch as Chun Hongyun-Jun supported his lover as Old Sect Master Yun and Former Great Elder Yun helped Bai Qiyin up.

“Okay. We, old men, don’t mind. It’s Xiao Jie’s fault for acting like a child. It’s not Ying’er’s fault. Xiao Jie,” said the old sect master, Yun Huajie.

Yun Xiajie remarked, “This son is at fault for raising a fuss in front of father, uncles, and elders. Son apologizes.” But he doesn’t appear to be remorseful at all and has a neutral countenance.

“All right, this is enough. Let’s greet the honorable guests,” said former Great Elder Yun Xiayu.

Xue Yueguang and Fan Yunya clasped their hands in front of the elders when they noticed that the focus had changed for them. After Hei Anjing and Yun Xiajie finished their dao ceremony, they were not very courteous because Xue Yueguang is from the Upper Realm, but they nevertheless gave enough respect to these individuals who are regarded as half-family.

“I’m Xue Yueguang, the maternal uncle of Wu’er and Bai Ying and the one who gave birth to Yun Fayun. Please accept my greetings.”

“It is a pleasure to meet the elders once more. Surnamed Fan and named Yunya greets the Masters of the (Blue Fleeting Cloud Sect) Lan Zhuayun Sect. Also the Dao partner of Xue Yueguang and the father of Yun Fan.”

Fan Yunya was recognized by Yun Huajie. Even though they are known as the Lan Zhuayan Sect’s vassals, the Fan Clan has never been considered servants, but rather distant relatives.

Yun Huajie failed the Fan Clan; as a result, only Xiao Yunya and A’Fan remain in the Fan Clan. “Xiao Yunya! This old guy is glad to see you again.”

“We can be regarded as kin once Wu’er marries Xiao Jie,” the old sect master said. “If Sir Xue and Xiao Yunya want to stay in the sect you are welcome anytime.”

Yun Xiayu instructed Huaxia, “Prepare a banquet for tonight to greet our guests.”

When the Supreme Elder gave him an order, Sect Master Yun was consoling his dao partner when he heard him.

Yun Huaxia answered, “Leave it to me, Uncle; I and Yin’er would make a feast for the whole family.”

“I want to help too,” said Bai Qiyin.

Yun Huaxia gave his lover a soft smile and said, “Let’s do it together, Yin’er.”

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Hei Anjing, on the other hand, is holding Yun Xiajie’s hand and gazing at him with moist eyes as if something is burning inside of him. He felt his lower abdomen and mumbled, “A-A’Xia... I feel uneasy here.”

With a worried look on his face, Yun Xiajie supports his sweetheart as he begins to worry.

Chun Hongyun-Jun shouted, “Call a doctor, somebody!” in a panic.

Bai Qiyin and Yun Huaxia shout out, “Brother! (Wuan’er)!” obviously worried as well.

When they realized something was amiss with Hei Anjing, the elders in the hall also became alarmed. Even Xue Yueguang thought it was impossible.

“Please tell An’er, what is wrong with your body?,” Xue Yueguang urged.

After hearing what Lord God Ye had to say, Zhi Yue and Zhi Yang, who had been waiting, emerged from their shadows and made a statement.

“Why would Lord Hei know the reason why, my Lord, have you forgotten that he is a Divine Doctor?” asked Zhi Yue.

“What’s wrong, Master?” Zhi Yang questioned Hei Anjing, his Master.

Hei Anjing, “Something suddenly appeared in here. Some type of imprint,” he murmured, rubbing his lower abdomen.

Hei Anjing let go of his robes and examined his lower belly. He didn’t hesitate when he did this because there were only men in the hallway. However, he was unaware of the man standing next to him, and Yun Xiajie’s countenance gradually grew gloomy. Hei Anjing was the only one in the hall who didn’t feel the strain of his aura, despite the fact that he remained silent.

Hei Anjing had just completed examining the red imprint on his lower belly when he became aware of the type of pattern that had been left behind. He gave his intention further thought after remembering the last things the devil of lust had said to him before killing him. He wasn’t aware that anything had happened while he was there until he heard the folks around him groan.

Ugh!

He looked up to see his lover’s deplorable countenance. He glares at everyone in the hall, his eyes dangerously cold and intimidating. His eyes were now a deeper shade of red than before, and he had completely forgotten about his elders.

Hei Anjing quickly covered Yun Xiajie’s irises before they became slits and kissed him. The briefness of this kiss was sufficient to bring Chun Hongyun-Jun back to reality and calm him down.

“Calm down. Help me straighten my robes, A’Xia,” Hei Anjing said.

“Um.”

Chun Hongyun-Jun’s eyes would return to normal as soon as he relaxed. Hei Anjing is all too aware of this, despite the fact that the man himself is unaware of it. After all, he had already observed his eyes changing. Even if he adores the sight of his sweetheart’s eyes, only the Devil possesses eyes like that; so, he covered his eyes to keep others from seeing them, comforted his guy, and helped him control his rage.

A hand bigger than his gently drew his hands down, and his beloved smiled at him in response. Everyone knew it was the smiling man in front of them who made Chun Hongyun-Jun’s aura soften and the oppressive mood vanished without a trace. He couldn’t help but feel dread from the previous dominant vibe. After all, Yun Xiajie had also subdued an immortal like Xue Yueguang.

Fan Yunya assisted in supporting his dao partner just to witness him appear surprised as if he had just discovered something new that had left him in awe.

He whispered, “Dear, are you okay?” In response to his question, he didn’t hear his wife answer.

“How is this possible? How can a mortal possess such aura that can pressure an immortal like me? Moreover, that aura just now is that... Isn’t that!!?”

As Xue Yueguang spoke, he turned to face Yun Xiajie, the origin of that aura, only to be greeted by his nephew’s frigid silver eyes, which issued a chilly warning. Only then did he realize that Yun Xiajie was his very own nephew’s chosen dao partner. When he looked into that clan’s possessive but meaningful silver eyes, he shivered involuntarily.