Another Cliché Cultivation Story - Chapter 99

Yatong was taken aback by the pathetic sight of his sons, leaving him at a loss for words. A dangerous aura leaked from his translucent body as he struggled to hold in his anger.

“Pull yourself together!” He roared.

Sadly, his words only seem to have invoked another painful memory and the two once again panicked.

“No! Don’t touch me! My kind doesn’t bleed! Stop!!”

They held their heads low in desperation, screaming and quivering as though in fear of something.

Yatong couldn’t stand it any longer and he flicked his hand. Two powerful foggy beams hit the brothers square on their forehead, rendering them unconscious. It was only then did their expressions finally relaxed.

Yatong silently looks at them. Despite his anger, he was still able to maintain his composure and think rationally.

He hadn’t forgotten the words they had spoken. He took the matter seriously and his mind moved at lightning speed.

Who exactly is this person that they’re speaking of? With Hui er and Zhu er being at the Peak of the Holy realm, along with their Spectral physique and soul-targeting abilities, perhaps even an Extreme level expert may not have been their match. However, looked at them! They’re practically on the verge of a mental collapse. What exactly did they experience?

Yatong pondered before giving the Great Ancestor and Dong Zongying a glance. Shortly after, he shook his head.

It couldn’t have been them, that old man may be annoying but he isn’t so wicked. The girl on the other hand, simply doesn’t have that ability. So who…?

The two strongest beings in this world are already standing before me… if it’s not them, could it be someone not of this world?

Yatong’s eyes flashed after having an epiphany. Shockingly, he was actually quite close to the truth.

Was someone from the Upper World interfering?

And with this line of thought, he strayed further and further away from the truth.

Could it be those insatiable Celestials? The foolish Feys? Or the stubborn Primordial Ji clan?

Yatong immediately thought of the other rivaling superpowers. In terms of strength, only those three were on par with the Graha race and would dare to mess with them.

But It didn’t take long for Yatong to reject this suspicion.

From what I’ve heard, the Celestials have been too busy lately plundering the Lower World, so their forces have been spread quite thin. The Fey, on the other hand, maintain their stance to continue guarding the Paralix, very rarely would they send anyone out. As for the Primordial Ji Clan, nothing needs to be said for them, they’ve long since abandoned their descendants to reunite with the other Primordial Clans. Unless a Son or Daughter of Ji appears, there’s no chance of them returning.

Yatong was perplexed.

So if it’s not them, then who? The monks from the Western Monastery? The dragon spawns of the Chaos Lineage? Or… the Boundless Primeval Academy…?

Yatong paused the moment this name popped up in his mind causing him to nervously swallow his saliva.

The Boundless Primeval Academy was a powerful force in the Upper World. However, while they’re strong, it wasn’t to the extent that the Graha race would fear them. What agitated Yatong instead, was the fact that the Boundless Primeval Academy was closely connected to that person, and if that person was somehow the same person that his sons had mentioned, then it would truly be the end of him and the other Grahas, It wouldn’t matter how many people the Upper World sent down, their entire group would unquestionably perish here.

Hopefully, I’m just overthinking…

Yatong forcefully put the matter to the back of his mind before focusing on the task at hand. Luckily, it seems that the person Yahui and Yazhu mentioned wasn’t here so after he took care of the matter here, he would regroup with the main force from the Upper World. Afterward, even if that person does appear, he would be inconsequential.

How strong could that person be? Could he be comparable to that woman…? Hmph! Impossible!

Yatong was assured of his plan. He gave his unconscious sons another look before ignoring them and joining up with the others.

His arrival caused many odd looks to be thrown his way, to which, he proceeded to ignore.

He knew that many of the Graha were dissatisfied with Yahui and Yazhu. After all, their wretched displays were public for all to see. If he had known, he would’ve set up a private barrier but their actions caught even him off guard, so he had failed to react in time.

While Yatong was aware of their discontent, he couldn’t care less. The Graha race was strict on hierarchy, therefore, no one would dare to question him or overstep the line.

Not to mention the fact that he was someone who was chosen by the Upper World to lead the Graha branch in the Lower World. There was simply no doubt about his authority.

Yatong was cocky, however, there were quite a few in the army who knew that this was his last chance to prove himself to the Autarch. If he fails… then perhaps… they could take his place…?There were quite a lot of Grahas who were thinking along this line, including even Bohai.

On the other side, the Great Ancestor appeared next to Dong Zongying at the same moment Yatong moved.

The two of them looked at one another and exchanged a knowing glance. The words spoken by Yahui and Yazhu were naturally heard by them.

Their conversation may seem baffling to ordinary people, but how could they not know the truth?

Xiao Yueyin had personally told them the details of what happened in the formatic near Solitude City and they knew of the two brothers’ existence beforehand.

To see them act the way they did, left Dong Zongying and the Great Ancestor nothing short of perplexed. At the same time, they wondered what that person was currently doing.

“Old man, this time next year will be the anniversary of your death,” Yatong spoke with a smile.

The Great Ancestor raised an eyebrow, “O ho, how confident you have gotten. Have you already forgotten how quickly you tucked your tails and ran last time?

“I was simply unprepared,” Yatong said slowly and calmly, “But now that I know what you are, the result will be different this time.”

“What I am?” The Great Ancestor slightly coughed, “I’m just a frail old man, was that not obvious? Or does your race just have poor eyesight?”

Yatong’s mouth twitched. He silently cursed the old man before continuing, “Never before have I seen a Seer as brazen as you.”

“The Seers are all blessed by the heavens and due to their abilities, are mindful of what they should and shouldn’t say, yet, who could’ve guessed someone like you is a part of them?”

The Great Ancestor was indifferent, not at all caring that his identity was exposed.

“Are you an idiot? Seers are also divided into many groups, we don’t all get along and are different in our own ways.”

“Hmph! That may be the case, but the Seers all share something in common, and that involves the interference of Heaven’s Will,” Yatong replied. “Old man, you have overstepped your boundaries by defying fate.”

“That’s funny…” the Great Ancestor gently laughed. “To hear you, a cultivator talk about Heaven’s Will. You, yourself, have gone against heaven and the natural order by cultivating, so have you not also overstepped your boundaries?”

“You-“

“Do not speak of Heaven’s Will in front of me. Heaven hates us all and wishes nothing but death for all of us. So what does it matter if I go against fate?”

The Great Ancestor added, “Us Seers was not blessed by the Heavens, we are merely an anomaly born from his creation, just like so many others.”