Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 700 - 688: The Origin of Xueh Wuheng

Chapter 700: Chapter 688: The Origin of Xueh Wuheng

"Yes, Family Head, why haven’t we seen the others who descended into this secret realm?"

With these voices rising, every Luo Family Member’s gaze fixed on Luo Qingchuan’s face. However, a foreboding feeling had already begun to quietly emerge in their hearts.

Upon hearing their voices, Luo Qingchuan let out a deep sigh. He couldn’t conceal the truth any longer and with a sorrowful expression, he told them, "The Evil Demon is fearsome. All of our Clan Leaders, including the Great Elder, have perished in that perilous area below!"

"Oh, no! My brother! My brother!"

"No! Long Shen! Long Shen, my son!"

"Grandfather! My grandfather..."

"My husband, my husband..."

Suddenly, as Luo Qingchuan’s words fell, sorrow spread amongst the Luo Family Members. Some who had lost their loved ones let out cries of anguish.

Looking at these Luo Family Members engulfed in grief, Luo Qingchuan felt helpless and sighed once again with a sense of powerlessness.

Then, Luo Qingchuan spoke up again, saying to the Luo Family Members, "I will leave Undying Mountain for a while. In the meantime, the position of Clan Leader, the position of Family Head, will be temporarily held by the Second Elder. From now on, for all matters concerning the Luo Family, you will follow the arrangements of the Second Elder."

"Yes!"

The Luo Family Members responded in unison after hearing Luo Qingchuan’s words.

Then, Luo Qingchuan turned his head to look at the Second Elder, Luo Qingming, and said, "I leave the Luo Family in your hands for the time being."

"Rest assured!" Luo Qingming nodded and then added, "Come back soon!"

"If I return too soon, I’m afraid I won’t be able to return at all," Luo Qingchuan said.

He was to follow Shi Feng, to embark on the path of greater strength, to slaughter those seven beasts in vengeance. It was going to be a long journey ahead.

"Understood!" Luo Qingming nodded again, clearly aware of the relationship between Luo Qingchuan and the great man at his side. Since Luo Qingchuan was following this great man, he must have important matters to attend to, so he refrained from asking further.

Subsequently, Luo Qingchuan turned his head, speaking to Shi Feng, "Young Master Feng, let’s go."

"Yes!" Shi Feng nodded. Then, with a thought, the Dark Corpse Army that thronged behind him turned into streams of blood-colored light and vanished, all absorbed by Shi Feng into the space within the Blood-colored Stone Stele.

Now that they had left the Secret Valley, they were temporarily unnecessary.

Almost immediately, Shi Feng and Luo Qingchuan turned around and flew rapidly away in the opposite direction from where the Luo Family Members stood, transforming into two streaks of frosty white light.

"Eh!" Watching the two figures flying away, getting farther and farther, a member of the Luo Family suddenly recalled the way Luo Qingchuan had addressed the young man, puzzledly asking, "This young man, he should be a disciple of the Death Emperor, the nephew of our Family Head, right? Why does the Family Head address him with such respect as Young Master Feng?"

"This... perhaps the young man’s name is simply the two characters Young Master Feng!" Another Luo Family Member replied.

"This... should be it!" the Luo Family member who had spoken earlier nodded.

Not far from them, Luo Qingming, the Second Elder of the Luo Family, overheard the conversation of the two young clan members and chuckled inwardly, "You do not know the identity of that person. If you did, it would scare you to death!"

...

Outside of Undying Mountain, Shi Feng and Luo Qingchuan’s figures gracefully descended.

Then, before the two of them, a blood-colored light flashed, and as the light dissipated, a white figure, somewhat disheveled, became visible—it was none other than Xueh Wuheng.

Having just emerged from the space of the Blood-colored Stone Stele, Xueh Wuheng’s eyes swept vaguely around him before looking joyfully at Shi Feng and Luo Qingchuan, "Young Master Feng, Master Luo, have we made it out?"

"Hmm!" Shi Feng responded with a slight nod, then asked, "Wuy Hen, we plan to make a trip to Destiny Mountain. What are your plans?"

"I... I think!" Luo Qingchuan had just finished speaking when he fixed his gaze upon Luo Qingchuan’s face and said, "Master Luo, there’s something I want to ask you. Please answer me truthfully."

"Speak!" Luo Qingchuan said.

Gradually, as Xueh Wuheng pondered the question he intended to ask, his heart began to thrash uncontrollably. He took a deep breath to soothe his nerves, then addressed Luo Qingchuan again, "Master Luo, I want to know what exactly is the relationship between me and Uncle Mo! You must tell me the truth."

"This..." Luo Qingchuan’s face turned troubled upon hearing Xueh Wuheng’s question. Then after a moment of thought, he said to Xueh Wuheng, "I am not at liberty to answer this question for you. You should ask Uncle Mo himself, or ask your master."

"Hearing you say that, I think I already know the answer," Xueh Wuheng said with a bitter smile.

He was no fool. In fact, far from it—at the tender age of just over twenty, having reached the Martial Saint Realm, he was considered a prodigy. From Luo Qingchuan’s response, he had naturally gleaned the truth about his origins!

Then, Xueh Wuheng continued, "What I don’t understand is why he would entrust me to my master’s care. And he... hasn’t come to see me for years." As he spoke these words, his face was filled with loss.

At that moment, Luo Qingchuan spoke up to comfort him, "Wuy Hen, some things are difficult for me to explain, but remember, he truly had his reasons. Perhaps one day, when you meet him and ask him to clarify, you will understand."

"Him! How am I supposed to find him?" Xueh Wuheng said with another bitter smile.

Over the years, Xueh Wuheng had made numerous inquiries about that man’s whereabouts, but he was elusive like his name, Mo Xiaoyao—seeking a carefree and joyous life, wandering wherever he pleased, with no fixed abode.

Moreover, he was so famous that many impostors claimed to be him. Xueh Wuheng had received news of him, but by the time he arrived, the person he met was a counterfeit.

Shi Feng observed Xueh Wuheng thoughtfully. At barely over twenty years old, the boy must have been born during the time that mischievous Xiaoyao was stirring up trouble, before his own downfall!

That rascal had entangled himself in too many romantic debts; even his master did not know with which woman Xueh Wuheng was conceived.

"Finding him is indeed a difficult task!" Luo Qingchuan laughed after hearing what Xueh Wuheng said.

Even he, as Xiaoyao’s junior brother, had no clue about Mo Xiaoyao’s whereabouts, nor did he know where that rascal might be fooling around.

At that moment, Shi Feng spoke up, "Wuy Hen, you should come with us to Destiny Mountain. When we’re there, we’ll have Elder Tian Yong divine his whereabouts to find out where the scoundrel is hiding and living the good life!"

"Destiny Mountain, Elder Tian Yong," Xueh Wuheng murmured those words to himself, then a resolute expression emerged on his face as he declared, "Fine! No matter what, I must find him and ask him myself!"

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