BTTH : Emperor Yang-Chapter 636: Departure

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The next day.

While the outside world was still abuzz with discussion, the Wei Mansion was filled with joy and laughter. Inside the main hall, everyone had gathered to congratulate Yao Lao on his ascension to the Dou Sheng realm.

Even Xian’er, who had been in seclusion, hurriedly came out. At this moment, she had successfully stepped into the One-Change Dou Zun level. For Xian’er, her advancement didn’t rely on immense energy, but rather on poison.

Her Nine-Change Dou Zun stages were also different from the usual process of compressing Dou Qi. She compressed toxic gas instead, refining its quality and potency.

Today, aside from offering congratulations, Wei Yang also officially held a solemn apprenticeship ceremony before everyone. At this moment, Yao Lao sat in the chief seat, while the others were seated on either side.

Wei Yang knelt respectfully on a futon, offering a cup of tea with both hands before performing the traditional kowtow. With a wide grin, Yao Lao accepted the tea, took a sip, and then quickly motioned for Wei Yang to rise.

After Wei Yang stood up, he waved to the two little ones and said with a smile, "Come on, pay your respects to your grandmaster."

Hearing that, the two little ones didn’t hesitate. Mimicking Wei Yang’s gesture, they knelt down seriously, then stuck out their tiny bottoms and knocked their heads three times on the floor, their childish voices calling out "Grandmaster."

The scene made everyone present burst into amused smiles.

Yao Lao, however, was startled. He hurriedly stood up and scooped the two little ones into his arms.

His expression was full of joy and tenderness as he stroked their slightly reddened foreheads, saying dotingly, "My little ancestors, why did you bow so hard? What if you hurt yourselves? Grandmaster’s heart aches just looking at you. You’re not allowed to do that again, understand?"

"Ha ha ha~" Laughter erupted throughout the hall.

The atmosphere was warm and harmonious.

Tian Huo Zun Zhe and Feng Zun Zhe, standing off to the side, couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy. Feng Zun Zhe sighed and said with emotion, "Old fellow, it seems like you’ve reaped all the blessings this world has to offer!"

Tian Huo Zun Zhe nodded in agreement.

Wasn’t it true?

Every disciple Yao Lao had taken in was an exceptional genius — true monsters among monsters. Of course, this didn’t include Han Feng — that trash didn’t even deserve to be mentioned in this hall.

Now, even his two little grand-disciples were monstrous prodigies. It could be said that Yao Lao had picked up all the advantages for himself. These were two special physiques — one with a Pure Yang Body, the other a Yin-Yang Body!

If properly nurtured from a young age, their futures were destined to soar beyond imagination. It wouldn’t take many years before two more top-tier powerhouses would emerge. With such a virtuous cycle, the future of Falling Star Pavilion would surely be overflowing with talent!

Holding his two precious grand-disciples in his arms, Yao Lao listened to Feng Zun Zhe’s teasing with delight. His smile nearly reached his ears, wrinkles blooming across his face like a chrysanthemum in full bloom.

He was glowing with satisfaction and pride. Yao Chen — he had truly endured hardship and finally tasted sweetness. Then, he asked Wei Yang for two drops of Dou Sheng Bone Marrow, and personally sealed these incredibly precious essences into the bodies of the two little ones.

The energy from the bone marrow would, much like that of the First Start Pill, remain dormant within them, subtly nourishing their foundations as they grew. The sight made Tian Huo Zun Zhe and Feng Zun Zhe’s faces twitch uncontrollably, both inwardly sighing.

Whether it was Dou Sheng Bone Marrow or the First Start Pill, both were treasures coveted even by Dou Zun experts. Yet here they were, being used merely as a foundation for a pair of three- or four-year-old children. Truly extravagant beyond words.

Even among the core descendants of the legendary Eight Ancient Clans, few could enjoy such luxury. With their special physiques and this overwhelming foundation, these two little ones had terrifying potential.

Even without much cultivation, simply by fully absorbing this vast energy, their future realms would be anything but low.

Some people, indeed, were born under different stars.

Their grandmaster was a Dou Sheng, the most renowned alchemist on the continent, a Tier 9 Grandmaster. Their parents were Tier 8 Alchemy Masters, and even their uncles were Tier 8 as well.

Even the servants in their household were all Dou Zun experts — and there were quite a few of them. Such a background could be said to be among the very top across the entire continent. Compared to them, those so-called "born with a golden key" heirs looked utterly insignificant.

Some people were simply destined to stand at heights others could never reach, even from birth. For most, it wasn’t even about catching up — they couldn’t even reach the starting line. There was just no comparison. Truly, being born right was a skill of its own.

Thinking of this, Wei Yang smiled faintly, feeling deeply content inside.

Although I wasn’t born a second-generation rich kid, through my own hard work, I can become the first generation of wealth. Then my children will be the second generation. I’ve struggled and worked this hard, so letting my children live in luxury and enjoy life — isn’t that only natural?

As the energy from the Dou Sheng Bone Marrow slowly melted away, warm currents began to spread throughout the bodies of the two little ones. The gentle sensation made their small heads begin to nod sleepily.

In the end, they dozed off soundly in Yao Lao’s arms.

Seeing this, Yao Lao carefully held them while sitting down, his posture like that of someone cradling two priceless treasures — cautious and tender, his expression filled with boundless affection.

Then he looked up and asked Xiao Yan, "Xiao Yanzi, I still have another precious little grand-disciple — by now she should already be born, right? When do you plan to go back and bring her to Central Plains?"

Even while holding two babies, he was still thinking about the third one. Upon hearing this, Tian Huo Zun Zhe and Feng Zun Zhe couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. After all, Xiao Yan’s daughter wasn’t an ordinary child either!

Back then, Xiao Yan had used the best resources of the Snake-People Clan to refine a Tier 7 Pill, specifically to nourish his child while still in the womb.

"Uh, it’s about time I went back," Xiao Yan nodded, his eyes revealing a trace of longing. The matters at hand were mostly settled now, so it was indeed time to take a trip home.

"Mm, go back soon then. Bring my little grand-disciple over," Yao Lao nodded. "After that, you can go wherever you like — leave the child to me."

Both of his disciples were already capable of soaring freely under the heavens, so Yao Lao decided it was time to let them spread their wings.

His attention had now shifted toward his grandchildren. Clearly, nurturing Wei Yang and Xiao Yan alone wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to continue his legacy — to work harder still.

If things went as he hoped, he would one day become the greatest teacher in the history of the Dou Qi Continent — a legend that none could ever surpass. Just the thought of it was enough to make one’s blood boil with excitement.

Hearing this, Wei Yang and Xiao Yan both rubbed their noses, speechless.

Well, it seemed they had officially lost their master’s favor.

Xian’er and Qing Lin lowered their heads with small smiles. Even though Yao Lao had forcefully taken over the right to raise their children, neither of them dared to object. After a bit more lighthearted chatter, the conversation shifted to serious matters.

Gently patting the two sleeping little ones on their backs, Yao Lao pondered for a moment before saying, "Now that everything’s settled, there’s no reason for us to linger here in Holy Pill City. Let’s pack up and leave tomorrow — we’ll return to Falling Star Pavilion."

"Alright." Everyone nodded in agreement; no one had any objections. Yao Lao then turned his gaze to Tian Huo Zun Zhe and said with a warm smile, "Senior Yao."

Tian Huo Zun Zhe quickly waved his hand, saying, "Master Yao, you flatter me. Although I may be older, I dare not accept the title of ’senior.’ If you don’t mind, just call me Yao Huo."

Having a Dou Sheng call him ’senior’ — that was something Tian Huo Zun Zhe couldn’t possibly accept. He wasn’t thick-skinned enough for that.

"That’s right, old man," Feng Zun Zhe chuckled. "In our cultivation world, seniority isn’t based on age."

"Indeed," Yao Lao nodded with a smile. He had only said it out of courtesy anyway, so he didn’t insist. Smiling, he said, "Yao Huo, thank you for taking care of Xiao Yan these past few years. May I ask what your plans are for the future?"

Tian Huo Zun Zhe smiled faintly. "Meeting Xiao Yan was fate. If not for him, I would have long perished and turned to ash. Without him, I could never have revived or regained my strength."

"Now, I have no kin or ties left in this world, and nowhere in particular to go. If Master Yao doesn’t mind, perhaps you could grant me a quiet place in Falling Star Pavilion to spend my later years."

Of course, he wasn’t planning to leave. Wandering around alone could never compare to holding onto such a powerful thigh.

"Hahaha," Yao Lao laughed heartily. "If that’s the case, then you shall serve as a Supreme Elder of Falling Star Pavilion. How does that sound?"

"That would be wonderful." Tian Huo Zun Zhe stroked his beard and nodded with satisfaction.

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