Chapter 7: You Truly Are My Li Clan’s Dutiful Son!

After Zhao Yan’s inquiry, he learned of Leng Ruoyao’s daily whereabouts.

The young girl usually went to the exclusive training ground around nine in the morning, and in the afternoon, she would often stroll in the garden behind the academy.

As it was already late, Zhao Yan decided to return to the courtyard he purchased in Qingyang City to rest, and meet Leng Ruoyao tomorrow.

“Pai Daxing, looking at the memories from before, Leng Ruoyao and I have no enmity. Isn’t something wrong here?”

After Pai Xing’s repeated protests were in vain, he could only reluctantly accept the new name “Pai Daxing.”

“No enmity? Host brother, think about it carefully, is there really none?” Pai Daxing said.

Zhao Yan recalled carefully. Apart from falling in love at first sight with Leng Ruoyao at a banquet and then pursuing her passionately, they had no interaction at other times.

It couldn’t be that he had made an enemy of her just because he had pursued her frequently before, right?

Although simps are doomed, Leng Ruoyao shouldn’t be so petty, right?

Zhao Yan pondered in his heart, but remained confused.

“Host, don’t you remember? When you were young, you snatched a young girl’s Spirit Treasure, pushed her into a desperate situation many times, and finally pushed her off a cliff, her life or death unknown.”

“Moreover, her uncle, who had been her guard since childhood, was also severely injured by people you sent. He probably still has lingering health issues.”

Zhao Yan opened his mouth, but didn’t know how to retort. After a moment of silence.

The young man said somewhat angrily, “What do you mean ‘when I was young’?”

“You good-for-nothing Pai Daxing, you’re just looking for trouble for me, aren’t you!”

If Pai Daxing had a physical form, Zhao Yan would definitely teach her a good lesson and show her how to be a proper person.

No, it should be to let her understand how to be a proper system!

“Host brother, I can’t help it. This might be a tribulation destined for you,” Pai Xing mumbled softly.

“It really is destined,” Zhao Yan said through gritted teeth.

As far as Zhao Yan knew, Leng Ruoyao was already at the Third-Rank Spirit Realm a year ago.

When Spirit Martial Artists reach the Spirit Attachment Realm, they can project Spiritual Energy to kill enemies from afar. Spiritual Energy attached to weapons has astonishing power.

The power of a full-strength strike is comparable to the explosion of a small demolition team, and their physical strength can withstand bullets in the Blue Star world.

Generally speaking, it is easy for her to defeat someone in the Storage Realm.

Moreover, Leng Ruoyao is a Heaven’s Proud Daughter. It’s unknown if she obtained any rare inheritance after falling off the cliff.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yan suddenly felt his future was bleak.

Thanks to Pai Daxing’s seven Storage Realm Minor Realm Improvement Cards, Zhao Yan was able to easily defeat Li Wuchen and also narrowed the gap with Leng Ruoyao to some extent.

Relying on the clan’s Saint Stage cultivation technique and the powerful Spirit Skills Zhao Yan had learned.

Even though he was only at the Storage Realm two stars, he wouldn’t fear Li Wuchen, it would just not be as easy as before.

As for why the dignified grandson of Duke Wei only had the Storage Realm second level, it is because transplanting the Sacred Bone comes at a price.

It requires breaking one’s own Spirit Veins and connecting the Spirit Paths of the Sacred Bone to them, which caused his cultivation realm to drop.

Based on his awakened memories, his talent was only at the level of a minor genius, at most he could barely reach the ninth level of the Storage Realm.

If Zhao Qingyan had not appeared, with the authority of his grandfather and father, he could have originally secured the position of Head of the Family.

It is said that when Zhao Qingyan sensed the first wisp of Spiritual Energy, various phenomena occurred in the sky, and auspicious signs descended.

Nine heavens of auspicious clouds brought Supreme Treasures and cultivation techniques, making the Old Ancestors of the ancestral land sigh that the Zhao Clan would surely prosper.

Otherwise, in his memories, he would not have disregarded his childhood sweetheart relationship.

Zhao Yan’s father would not have spared no expense, breaking a hundred-year friendship with the An Clan, to fight for the Sacred Bone for him.

Just so he could have the ability to compete with Zhao Qingyan.

Based on Zhao Yan’s experience, although this Sacred Bone could make his strength advance by leaps and bounds in the short term, it would likely bring many drawbacks to his spiritual cultivation path in the future.

“Pai Daxing, Leng Ruoyao won’t make a move against me directly at the academy, will she?”

Although Zhao Yan didn’t quite believe Leng Ruoyao would do such a thing, who can tell what will happen with a protagonist?

“Rest assured, if she wanted to deal with you, she wouldn’t be so blatant.”

“Right, host brother, usually I need to fall into slumber to accumulate energy, so that I can issue rewards each time. Host brother, you can call me less often.”

Seeing Zhao Yan not responding, Pai Xing said again.

“Got it.” Zhao Yan rubbed his brow.

After ending the conversation with Pai Daxing, Zhao Yan secretly recalled his posture, expression, and tone when he saw Leng Ruoyao in his awakened memories.

He pondered that Leng Ruoyao’s mortality rate in the latter half of this month was quite high.

If he could inform her in advance and make her prepared, perhaps he could resolve this crisis without having to make a move himself.

After all, as everyone knows, a protagonist definitely has many trump cards.

Zhao Yan thought gleefully, and quickened his pace towards the villa.

At the same time, within the Li Clan’s Residence in Qingyang Prefecture.

“Father, save me! Father, save me!”

A mournful wail echoed from the Li Clan’s Residence.

Bang! Li Wuchen rushed into the Main Hall, and without a word, he fell to his knees.

“Father, your son has caused a great disaster this time.”

Li Wuchen’s voice was hoarse, and sweat poured from his body like rain.

“Rushing in frantically, what kind of decorum is this? Don’t you know a man’s knees are made of gold?”

“Stand up and speak properly. When can you be like your father, remaining calm even if Mount Tai collapses before you?”

The middle-aged man in front of Li Wuchen took a sip of tea, glanced at his son with a hint of disdain, and said unhurriedly.

“Father, I have offended a Noble Person!”

Hearing his father’s calm words, Li Wuchen trembled as he stood up, inexplicably feeling a bit more at ease.

“You brat, did you offend the Zheng Clan, Cheng Clan, or Wang Clan of Qingyang Prefecture? Your father can spend some money, and the conflict should be resolved.”

The families mentioned by Li Quan were all among the top ten in Qingyang Prefecture.

“Why aren’t you speaking? Did you offend the An Clan?”

“You brat, who did you have to offend but the An Clan of Qingyang Prefecture. Do you know their main family is a Holy Family in the Imperial Capital!”

“Although they can no longer bear the title of Great Xia’s eight great aristocratic families, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse. They are not someone we can provoke!”

“Tomorrow, you will come with me to apologize. Be sincere and ask the An Clan to forgive your mistake. Do you hear me?”

“It’s not the An Clan,” Li Wuchen swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty.

“Don’t tell me it’s someone from the government?”

Li Quan’s face sank, thinking that the clan might suffer severe damage this time.

But Li Wuchen still shook his head.

“Who exactly did you offend?” Li Quan slowly picked up his teacup, trying to keep his tone calm.

“It’s the Zhao Clan.”

“You, you scared your father to death. The Zhao Clan of Qingyang Prefecture, you mean.”

“Although they are also a distinguished clan among the top five in Qingyang Prefecture, it’s not unsolvable. Your father hopes you will restrain yourself in the future and not always…”

“It’s the Holy Zhao Clan.”

At this moment, Li Wuchen’s face turned as pale as paper, and his lips turned purple.

“Pfft!”

Li Quan, who had just relaxed and was about to take his second sip of tea, instantly spat out all the tea, covering Li Wuchen’s face.

“You unfilial son, kneel down for me!”

“Father, didn’t you tell me to stand up and talk?”

“Rebellious son, I am telling you to kneel down now!” From somewhere, Li Quan suddenly pulled out an iron rod from his Storage Ring.

“Father, calm down!”

Crack, bang! In an instant, the sound of the rod hitting his body and Li Wuchen’s screams echoed throughout the main hall.