Chapter 190

Chapter 190: The Grandson in the Sky

You You instinctively performed the Dust Cleaning Technique. Instantly, the charred figure before her and the scorched ground beneath shed their blackened appearance, restored to their original state.

The shadow transformed back into a figure in white—none other than Huan Yan. But his condition was dire. Despite the cleansing, his body bore countless wounds, his hair stood wild, and his celestial robes hung in tatters. His celestial energy had weakened significantly, his cultivation clearly damaged.

“Grandpa…” Huan Yan crawled out of the pit, his face twisted in misery. “It’s me, Huan Yan!”

“Why are you here?” You You stared, baffled. Why would an Emperor abandon his position to descend like this?

Huan Yan’s expression crumpled. Sniffling, he wailed, “Grandpa, you must avenge me! I’ve been beaten!” He slumped forward, clutching his wounds with one hand and reaching for her leg with the other.

You You’s mouth twitched. Feng Rong smacked his hand away. “Speak properly. Stand up!”

Huan Yan turned tearful eyes to Feng Rong. “My leg’s injured! I can’t stand! You hit me so hard, Grandma!”

Feng Rong: “……”

You You: “……”

Sect disciples: “……”

Other sects’ disciples: “……”

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*Grandma?!*

Every head swiveled toward the pair.

*The Sect Master and Feng Rong have a grandson already?!*

“Who the hell is your grandma?!” Feng Rong lunged, but You You caught his arm. “Wait! He’s hurt. Take him to the main hall first.”

Though confused by Huan Yan’s state, she knew this wasn’t the place for explanations. Feng Rong grudgingly hauled Huan Yan away.

“Ling Qi,” You You ordered, “handle things here. Watch Shui Yan and summon Yuan Papa and Nie Zheng to the main hall.”

“Yes, Sect Master!” Ling Qi replied, though his gaze lingered curiously on the departing trio. Every disciple shared his bewilderment—except Ning Rui, who stood unfazed.

*Old news*, he thought.

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“Superficial lightning wounds,” Yuan Papa declared after examining Huan Yan. “No damage to his meridians. Rest will heal him.”

You You relaxed. “How did an Emperor end up like this?”

“I don’t know!” Huan Yan shuddered. “I used the red lotus to open a passage, but at the exit, thunderclouds appeared out of nowhere! I couldn’t dodge—boundary-shattering lightning struck me!”

You You: “……”

Everyone: “……”

*That was Shui Yan’s tribulation lightning.*

No wonder the final bolt had seemed weaker—it had split to attack Huan Yan. What rotten luck, exiting directly into someone’s tribulation!

“Why are you here?” You You pressed. “Immortal Realm trouble?”

Huan Yan nodded frantically. “Fang Ming’s gone mad! He seized my Immortal Palace, injured my officials, and hunts me to destroy my cultivation! I fled using the red lotus. Grandpa, you’re my only hope!”

“Enough!” You You cut him off. “Start from the beginning.”

He inhaled shakily. “It’s about Third Heavenly Emperor Fang Kun’s death. Turns out, Fourth Heavenly Emperor Fang Ming is his brother. Fang Kun’s arrogance—meddling in lower realms, propping up Yongqing as First Emperor—was all Fang Ming’s doing.”

“Another Emperor?” You You frowned. “And Fang Kun died under your watch? I thought I only crippled him.”

“I imprisoned them both after you stripped their cultivation,” Huan Yan said. “But years ago, Fourth Heavenly Layer envoys demanded Fang Kun. I handed him over. Then, months back, they claimed I’d killed him! Fang Ming invaded my realm, shouting revenge. Now he controls Second and First Heavenly Layers too!”

You You glanced at Yuan Papa.

“The key is Fang Kun’s disappearance,” Yuan Papa mused. “If Huan Yan didn’t surrender him to Fang Ming’s people, someone’s manipulating events—or Fang Ming himself orchestrated it.”

Feng Rong scoffed. “Take Fang Kun, fake his death, then attack under pretext of vengeance. A tidy scheme to seize four realms.”

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