“Speak, I can spare you from dying. If not, your end result will be the same as them.” The sharp gaze of Situ Ba fixated on the fearful Bai Qiang.
“He is…Qing Shui from the Qing Clan.”
“F*cking trash, you still want to play tricks with me? You think you will be able to keep your life if you did this?” Situ Ba unleashed a kick, sending Bai Qiang flying away. From the beginning, he had no intentions of sparing him.
The sounds of bones shattering rang out, as blood sprayed out like a shower of rain in the air.
“Young Master Shang’s life is no longer in critical danger, but he would no longer be able to produce a heir in the future.” A amiable white-haired old man walked towards Situ Ba as he whispered in a low voice.
“Thank you Uncle Lei.” Situ Ba sighed without strength.
“I’m going to meet with Father, so I will leave Shang`er in your care.”
“Don’t worry, I will take care of Young Master.”
Situ Ba’s expressions sunk as he left. At this moment, the grief in his heart was ravaging around like a tornado. As the saying goes, the most painful thing for a woman was to bury her father when she was young, bury her husband when she’s middle-aged, and burying her son when she’s old, there was nothing more painful that could be compared to this. Although these circumstances were not what Situ Ba was experiencing, it was somewhat similar to it.
At this moment, in the Situ Residence, Situ Bufan was practicing his swordplay while Situ Nantian was guiding him along, offering pointers and correcting his mistakes. Because Situ Bu Fan’s parents passed away when he was young, he had always followed Situ Nantian as he grew up.
Situ Nantian was the previous head of the Situ Clan, and he had a total of 10 sons. Situ Ba was his youngest son, and at the same time, he was also the one with the greatest potential, with the possibility of reaching Xiantian. Situ Ba was obsessed with cultivation, which led to him only having a wife and two sons. This was extremely rare for a young master from a clan with status and power.
Maybe that was why he managed to reached the peak of the Houtian Realm at such a young age.
Initially, Situ Nantian didn’t want to pass the position of clan leader to Situ Ba. However, he did so at the insistence of Situ Ba, as he added on a guarantee that he would definitely pass the position of Clan Leader on the moment he reached Xiantian.
These words carried a hint of threat to Situ Nantian, but he still acquiesced. After all, Situ Ba was the only person that was closest to Xiantian. Although the Situ Clan possessed several peak Houtian masters, the siblings of Situ Ba only wanted to enjoy themselves, and did not want to burden themselves with the troubles of running a clan.
“Grandpa, is Qing Shui really that strong? Every time I faced him, I was defeated even before seeing his true strength.” Situ Bufan asked, as he finished his sword practice.
“Remember, don’t entangle yourself with him in the future. You should just focus on your own path of cultivation. Your talent is above average, and in addition, our clan can still be considered rich. In the near future, your Uncle Lei will concoct a type of pill that would your increase cultivation speed upon ingestion. As long as you eat that, breaking through Xiantian before the age of 40 is not a mere fantasy. As long as you stepped into the Xiantian realm, then everyone in Hundred Miles City would merely be an ant in your eyes.”
Situ Bu Fan’s eyes glowed with a strange light. He would wait till he broke through Xiantian before thoroughly playing with Qing Shui.
At this moment, the black face of Situ Ba appeared in the garden where Siti Bu Fan and Situ Nantian were at.
“Father!”
“Uncle, you are here!” Situ Bu Fan Respectfully called out.
“Fan`er, I have things to discuss with your grandfather.” Situ Ba explained.
“Understood.” Situ Bu Fan smiled, as he departed.
“Father, that little bastard Qing Shui, crippled my son Shang`er.”