Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off-Chapter 395: Loneliness at the Peak

Teng Siyan’s face turned red, then pale, then red again.

He had lived for such a long time. He had stood at the peak of the Upper Domain. Countless people bowed their heads before him. No one had ever dared to speak to him in such a filthy and mocking manner.

And yet this brat in front of him not only dared, but even laughed openly.

For a moment, Teng Siyan truly wanted to slap him and knock out every single tooth in his mouth.

Mate with that female himself?

Was this a joke?

He was an elder of the Teng Clan. A man who had reached the pinnacle of cultivation. In his long and dignified life, how could he possibly lower himself to mate with some random female like a desperate young man?

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

But when he saw the sneer on An Mo’s face, his expression changed again.

Because he understood.

That brat was not truly mocking his dignity.

He was pointing at something else.

At the truth.

At the incompatibility that had haunted the Teng Clan for generations.

For generations, the Teng bloodline had stood at the peak of the Upper Domain. Powerful, arrogant, and untouchable.

Yet behind that glorious reputation hid a quiet humiliation.

Very few men of the Teng Clan were able to form a true bond.

It was not that they had not tried.

In their long lives, almost every male of the clan had attempted bonding. Once. Twice. Some even multiple times. Each time with new hope and pride, believing they were different from the rest of the Teng Clan.

And each time, only one thing awaited them.

Failure.

At first, they blamed incompatibility.

Then they blamed fate.

Later, they blamed the females.

But as the decades passed and failure continued, the truth became harder to ignore.

The problem was not coincidence.

It was them.

The Teng bloodline carried a flaw. Something within them resisted forming a complete bond. Or perhaps their bloodline was simply too powerful for ordinary females to withstand.

But pride was a dangerous thing.

They were the Teng Clan.

How could they admit such a defect?

So they stopped trying. They would rather live alone than face the contempt of other males.

One by one, the elders who had once been confident young heirs quietly withdrew. They claimed they chose cultivation over romance. They said they had no interest in worldly attachments. They declared guarding the clan was their only priority.

No one mentioned the repeated failures.

No one spoke of the silent humiliation.

As they aged, they became even more unwilling to attempt it again. The older they became, the heavier the shame would be if they failed once more.

So they placed all their remaining hope on the next generation.

But things only became worse.

In that generation, only Xuan Long’s father had successfully produced offspring. No one else had.

Which left the entire Teng Clan in a dilemma.

And Teng Siyan himself was of the same generation as Xuan Long’s father.

He, too, had failed. He, too, was too ashamed to attempt again.

So now, all of them had pinned their hope on Xuan Long.

The only pure blood heir left.

The only one who had never even spoken properly to a female. The only one who had never shown affection to anyone.

And most importantly...

His father had succeeded.

Which meant he should succeed too.

Right?

The Teng Clan could not end with Xuan Long. They had to ensure that he at least tried.

Even if they could live for a very long time, they were not immortal.

Without an heir, their future was uncertain.

Teng Siyan’s eyes turned cold again as he looked at An Mo.

"You may mock now," he said sharply. "But this is not a matter you can interfere in."

His sleeves flicked violently as he stood up. Spiritual pressure spread slightly through the room.

"I hope Lord An Mo informs Xuan Long of the clan’s decision." His gaze became filled with disdain.

"And if he does not listen to advice... the Teng Clan will use force."

The final words fell heavily in the air. Then he turned and walked away without looking back.

His footsteps echoed sharply until his figure disappeared beyond the gate.

Silence returned to the hall.

An Mo remained standing there for a moment.

Speechless.

"Use force?" he muttered under his breath.

He slowly sat back down, frowning.

What was wrong with these people?

Why were they dragging him into this?

Why were they so confident that he could easily find Xuan Long when no one else could?

Even the Teng Clan, with all their connections and resources, had no idea where Xuan Long was most of the time.

Yet they came straight to him.

An Mo let out a long sigh.

It seemed he had truly taken care of Xuan Long too much in the past.

He had followed him everywhere. Cleaned up his messes. Fought his battles and covered for him countless times.

Now everyone naturally associated the two of them together.

If they wanted Xuan Long, they came to An Mo.

As if he could track that stubborn snake at any time. He rubbed his temples slowly.

"This is so troublesome," An Mo murmured under his breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose as if the weight of the entire Upper Domain rested on that single gesture.

"What is so troublesome?"

The calm voice came before the man himself. Moments later, Shen Mochen lowered himself into the seat across from him with unhurried elegance.

An Mo looked up at the newcomer and felt complicated emotions tighten in his chest. Shen Mochen... Duo Duo’s father. His elder brother.

They shared the same mother, but not the same father. Fate had woven their bloodline together in a peculiar way.

An Mo had been born when their mother was already advanced in age, making him more than a century younger than Shen Mochen.

The age gap between them was so vast that calling them brothers sometimes felt almost absurd.

Yet blood was blood.

Shen Mochen had always taken care of him in his own quiet manner, providing resources, shielding him from political schemes, ensuring no one dared to bully the youngest son of their mother. But care did not equal closeness.

They had rarely spent real time together.

By the time An Mo was old enough to form memories, Shen Mochen was already a towering figure within the clan, burdened with responsibilities and expectations. He had been more of a guardian than a brother.

The one who truly grew up by An Mo’s side was Xuan Long.

Both of them had been children walking through loneliness in different ways.

An Mo had lost both his parents at a young age, left in the vast, powerful clan that suddenly felt far too large.

Xuan Long, on the other hand, did not even know who his parents were. No graves to mourn and no names to remember.

Different tragedies, yet the same emptiness.

Perhaps that was why they had clung to each other so fiercely in their youth, two boys pretending not to care while silently understanding everything.

Shen Mochen studied him now. "You only frown like that when it concerns Xuan Long," he said lightly.

An Mo clicked his tongue but did not deny it.

Troublesome indeed.

Because matters of the heart were always far more complicated than clan politics.