Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1599 - 1592: Sensitive Identity

Chapter 1599: Chapter 1592: Sensitive Identity

"He seems to be very sensitive about the identity of the Patriarch," Baiyue leaned in towards Hu Daoke’s ear in the car, speaking in a lowered voice.

"Why does it seem like the whole world knows he committed patricide?" Hu Daoke scratched his head and said.

"Probably because he’s the prime suspect," Baiyue analyzed with squinted eyes.

"Young Lord, please quell your anger and give me some face," Cheng Ziang said looking towards Huayu Ting.

He noticed that when Huayu Ting looked at Huayu Ling, his eyes were filled with a ferocious feeling, and also carried a strong intent to kill; perhaps he really did harbor the intention to kill his own sister.

Huayu Ting turned his head to glance at Cheng Ziang, let out a snort from his nose, then released Huayu Ling, pushing her backwards. Stumbling a few steps, Huayu Ling was supported by her attendant who stepped forward.

"Lock her up in the Confinement Room. Without my orders, no one is to release her," Huayu Ting said coldly.

"Master, the Young Master has already realized her mistake, please Master..." the attendant said with a troubled expression.

"What, do you only call me ’Master’ out of formality and don’t truly acknowledge me as the Patriarch of the Huayu Family?" Huayu Ting looked at the attendant, asking angrily and sharply.

"No, I dare not..." the attendant quickly lowered his head, then softly summoned his companions to take Huayu Ling away.

"What right do you have to lock me up?" Huayu Ling, with her hands bound, shouted angrily.

"Because I am the Patriarch," Huayu Ting said.

"You bastard... I’ll definitely get to the bottom of this. I will not let father and second brother be wrongly blamed in death," Huayu Ling shouted loudly.

"Take her away..." Huayu Ting said, suppressing his emotions.

Standing by his side, Cheng Ziang could clearly feel that Huayu Ting was emanating waves of intense killing intent. This was no joke; it seemed like he truly harbored the intention to kill.

"You’re right, he does seem to really care about the status of the Patriarch," Hu Daoke muttered to Baiyue.

Watching Huayu Ling slowly disappear around the corner, Huayu Ting rubbed his throbbing temples, took a deep breath, turned around, and said to Cheng Ziang with a look of guilt, "I have made a fool of myself before the Manor Lord."

"Every family has its own difficult scriptures to recite," Cheng Ziang shrugged his shoulders, showing understanding.

"All the servants have been sent away, please enter the mansion, Saint," Huayu Ting said, pausing for a moment before asking, "Should I also avoid the scene?"

"No need, Young Lord is the Patriarch of the Huayu Family, not just some common folk. The Saint would also like to get acquainted with someone of distinction like the Young Lord," Cheng Ziang gestured with his hand and said.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Luo’er, assisted by Tangmo, pushed open the door and stepped out of the carriage. At this moment, Baiyue and the others who had been sitting in the carriage quickly jumped out and knelt on one knee facing Luo’er, bowing their heads in respect.

"Is this the Saint?" When Huayu Ting first saw Luo’er, he was instantly shocked by his unparalleled beauty.

Adorned in his garments and headdress, Luo’er exhibited a kind of sacred beauty, an aura of inviolable sanctity. He stood silently atop the carriage, his eyelids slightly drooped, and in the slits of his eyes, one could see the emerald color of his irises.

Following him out of the carriage were Fei Yu and three children. Next to Luo’er’s brilliance, Fei Yu and the three children seemed somewhat dim. Perhaps because of his temperament, the three children were very well-behaved inside the carriage, and even the youngest, Huayu Die, after stepping out of the carriage, just stared with wide eyes at Luo’er who was within arm’s reach, as if she too sensed the inviolable distance around Luo’er.

"Greetings to the Saint!" Seeing Luo’er appear, Cheng Ziang instinctively kneeled on one knee and spoke respectfully.

"I have seen the Saint, and it is my honor to witness the Saint’s noble countenance," upon hearing Cheng Ziang’s words, Huayu Ting quickly followed with a bow and said.

"I’m grateful for the Patriarch’s hospitality and would like to thank you in advance," Luo’er spoke slowly, his lips parting softly, his voice having an ethereal tone.

"The Saint is too kind, this is all my duty..." Possibly feeling guilty, upon seeing Luo’er’s sacred image, Huayu Ting didn’t dare to meet his eyes, speaking with his head bowed.

"Patriarch Huayu..." Just when the atmosphere fell into an awkward silence, Luo’er suddenly spoke slowly, calling out to Huayu Ting.

"Is there anything the Saint requires?" Huayu Ting asked respectfully.

"If one’s conscience is clear, then all shall be permitted," Luo’er stated slowly, uttering this cryptic phrase.

"Wha-what does the Saint mean by this?" Whether it was an illusion or not, Cheng Ziang felt that upon hearing these words, Huayu Ting’s body began to tremble.

One must understand that the fellow before them was a late-stage Jiedan Realm expert. If one excludes technology and Demigods, the entire Advance Team combined would be no match for him.

Excelling in the Dual Dao is a rare trait in itself, as it means that the Cultivator barely has any noticeable weaknesses. The only weakness, perhaps, is the insufficient cultivation leading to an inadequate storage of magical power.

Seeing Huayu Ting’s reaction, Luo’er closed his eyes, a barely perceptible smile lifting the corners of his mouth. He no longer spoke, instead slowly stepped down from the carriage, assisted by Tangmo, and walked towards the mansion’s gate.

Taking a deep breath, Huayu Ting lifted his head to gaze at the sky, murmuring to himself in a voice only he could hear: "The Saint... The divine spokesperson... Mortals act as heaven watches..."

"Husband, are you alright?" Fei Yu, carrying a child, walked past him and asked timidly.

Hearing her call, Huayu Ting collected his thoughts and turned to look at her. Startled by his gaze, Fei Yu immediately stammered out an apology: "I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have..."

"It’s alright, all is well..." Huayu Ting’s gaze softened, and in the absence of outsiders, he seldom showed such tenderness to Fei Yu.

He reached out to cup Fei Yu’s cheeks and then patted the heads of the three children, a look of utter adoration in his eyes. The intense killing intent that had surrounded him had now completely dissipated.

"Husband..." Fei Yu’s eyes reddened, almost on the verge of tears.

"Let’s go inside with the Saint first. Later, I will take you to our new home, our new home," Huayu Ting said softly.

"Okay." Fei Yu sniffled, her hood-covered ears trembling continuously.

With the help of the Advance Team, Fei Yu and her children were smoothly escorted into the mansion. When the team had made temporary arrangements, Huayu Ting personally came and took Fei Yu and the children away, settling them into the inner courtyard that had already been prepared.

The inner courtyard was located halfway up the hill, accessed only by a staircase leading to the foot of the hill, while the gate was guarded by elite soldiers of the Huayu Family. Without Huayu Ting’s orders, no one was allowed to ascend. Although it was somewhat restrictive, it was much safer than being exposed, and it also meant that Huayu Ting could go up the hill to reunite with them at any time.

Because it was surrounded by a wall, it felt very secure, so as soon as they moved in, the three children became unusually excited, chasing each other around while shouting.

"Lower your voices, don’t let the people outside hear," Fei Yu urged, worried.

"It’s fine, no matter how loud we are here, the people below can’t hear us. Originally, my father..." Huayu Ting started to speak, then suddenly bit his lip and fell silent.

"Husband..." Fei Yu walked up to Huayu Ting, embracing his waist and looking up at him. Huayu Ting removed the hood from her head, revealing her lively, fluffy ears.

"The old Patriarch, he..." Fei Yu hesitantly asked.

"You shouldn’t call him Patriarch, he’s not your Patriarch, nor is he your father; he is just a murderer," said Huayu Ting with a grim expression, his eyelids slightly drooping.

"Did you really..." Fei Yu pursed her lips and asked in a low voice.

"It’s all in the past," Huayu Ting said, raising his head to rub her ears, his eyes becoming hazy, "but for your sakes, I am willing to do anything. No more deaths can befall us; I can’t bear such a cost."

"I know, Husband does everything for me..." Fei Yu sniffled with emotion, gently leaning onto Huayu Ting’s chest and snuggling close to him.

"Daddy, I want a hug too," Huayu Die toddled over to them, her arms wide open and her voice sweet and childlike.

In front of his daughter, Huayu Ting finally showed a long-missed genuine smile, then released Fei Yu and bent down to pick up Huayu Die.

"Is this our new home, Daddy?" Huayu Die asked, tilting her head.

"Yes," Huayu Ting nodded, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, then slowly opening them and softly said to Huayu Die, "Once Daddy clears all obstacles, the entire Bicheng Mansion will be our home."