Chapter 1512 - 439: Yanzi, Who Exactly Is the Father of This Child? (6k)_3

Yan Xiang’s pupils suddenly shrank, killing intent surging in his eyes.

He had never imagined that the man before him, knowing his identity, would still dare to be this arrogant.

The robbery hasn’t even started yet, and he dares to boast about wiping out my entire Yan Family?

Someone this reckless and courting death, keeping him alive will become a huge hidden danger!

They say it’s better to offend a gentleman than a petty villain.

Sometimes these petty villains are more like vipers hiding in the dark, suddenly taking a bite at you, even landing a fatal strike.

In that case, there’s no need to keep such a person alive.

"I, Yan, do not cut down nameless ghosts beneath my spear!" Yan Xiang bellowed, the Thunder Light on his Long Spear surging into blazing violet arcs, the violent thunder crackling so intensely it ionized the air around them, "Report your name!"

Zhou Qing slowly took off his Bronze Mask, revealing a sharp, chiseled face, a mocking cold smile at his lips: "I’m your father."

Yan Xiang’s pupils tightened; this face felt familiar, yet he couldn’t recall where he’d seen it.

Screech—

A sudden phoenix cry split the skies, and behind Zhou Qing a massive Blood Phoenix phantom, entirely crimson, abruptly emerged.

Blood-colored Inscription flowed through the void, the terrifying pressure making the air around them coagulate.

Zhou Qing, however, pretended to suddenly grunt in pain, a thread of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. His finger trembled as he pointed at Yan Xiang: "Destroy!"

The Blood Phoenix beat its wings, carrying a storm of Inscription as it swooped straight toward Yan Xiang.

"Zhou Qing!" Yan Xiang’s pupils contracted, his face first stunned, then overflowing with wild joy, "No wonder you’re so arrogant—turns out it’s you! Zhou Qing, the one who wields Double Rune Divine Techniques!"

Before he finished speaking, the Blood Phoenix was already upon him.

Yan Xiang didn’t dare be careless; in haste he pushed his Spiritual Power to the limit, Thunder Light on the Long Spear surging, transforming into a strip of Thunder to meet the attack head-on.

The two forces collided with a thunderous boom, snapping ancient trees all around and cracking the ground wide open.

"Ugh...!" Yan Xiang let out a muffled groan, staggering back several steps before he managed to steady himself.

Looking up, he saw that Zhou Qing’s figure had already turned into a fading afterimage, flying rapidly toward the depths of the Desolate Forbidden.

"Ha... hahahaha!" Yan Xiang suddenly burst into laughter, so excited that even the hand gripping his Long Spear was faintly trembling.

Greedy light flared in his eyes. "I’ve worn out iron shoes in vain seeking you... The man all of Nanhuang State is hunting for is actually hiding in the Desolate Forbidden!"

Staring at Zhou Qing’s slightly unsteady back, the joy on Yan Xiang’s face grew stronger: "Injured? Good! Very good!"

"It seems today fate decrees this opportunity belongs to me, Yan Xiang!" Before the words finished, he had already turned into a streak of violet Thunder, racing madly in pursuit of where Zhou Qing had fled.

Not long after, another figure quietly appeared, gazing at Yan Xiang’s receding back. A soft, contemptuous snort sounded from beneath the mask.

"Yan Family’s four great prodigies? That’s all." Zhou Qing said coldly.

This little performance had gone off quite perfectly—as long as he borrowed Yan Xiang’s mouth to spread word of his presence in the Desolate Forbidden, it would surely draw all sides’ attention.

After all, right now there was no place left in Nanhuang State where he could settle; the Desolate Forbidden was indeed a good place to hide.

But who would’ve thought he’d insist on going against the grain?

"The best hiding place..." Zhou Qing murmured, his gaze drifting toward the distant horizon, "is often the most dangerous blind spot right beneath the lamp."

...

One month later, Yunque City.

Zhou Qing deliberately took a bath and changed into a clean set of clothes.

After confirming there was no trace of blood or odd scent left on him, he finally headed toward the inn where Yu Yan was staying, heart filled with anticipation.

In the Heaven-grade private room, Yu Yan was gently rocking a carved-jade-like baby in her arms.

Sunlight streamed through the window lattice, spilling over her soft, gentle profile, casting a touch of maternal glow.

From time to time she lowered her head to lightly kiss the baby’s forehead, her eyes brimming with tenderness.

"Ee-ya~" The sleeping baby suddenly waved its tiny hands. Yu Yan hurried to soothe her in a soft voice: "Yaoyao, be good, Yaoyao, be good..."

Then, she tiptoed to the window and pushed the lattice open a crack.

The warm sunlight slanted in, just enough to bathe the baby’s delicate little face.

The fine fuzz there glowed golden in the halo of light, looking especially soft.

Watching the dusk slowly deepening outside the window, the smile between Yu Yan’s brows was gradually replaced by worry.

Three months... It’s been nearly three months since Zhou Qing left. I wonder how he’s doing now?

"Dong dong dong—"

The sudden knocking at the door made her whole body tremble.

The baby in her arms scrunched up her small face. Yu Yan quickly patted and soothed her, then hurried over to open the door.

"Yu Yan!" Zhao Muye charged in like a gust of wind, fine beads of sweat on his forehead, "Something big’s happened! Zhou showed up in the Desolate Forbidden, now all sorts of factions are rushing that way!"

Yu Yan’s face turned deathly pale in an instant: "Who said that?"

"Yan Family’s Yan Xiang!" Zhao Muye was so anxious his hands kept rubbing together, his voice unconsciously dropping even as his eyes burned with worry, "He fought Zhou and then lost track of him."

"He wanted to secretly notify the Yan Family, but you know how it is—every clan has spies watching each other’s every move. As soon as Yan Xiang sent out the message, within half a day plenty of people already knew!"

Hearing this, Yu Yan’s face grew even paler. The baby in her arms seemed to sense her unease; her little mouth puckered as she was about to cry.

Yu Yan quickly rocked her gently, her elegant brows tightly knitted, full of worry and heartache.

"Ee—" Under her soft caresses the baby gradually calmed, her tiny hand unconsciously grasping a lock of Yu Yan’s dark hair.

Zhao Muye watched this scene with a complicated look, lowering his voice: "I don’t know how much longer you plan to stay here, and I don’t care whose child this is that you had. But right now I have to go to the Desolate Forbidden—maybe I can help Zhou."

The tips of Yu Yan’s ears flushed crimson in an instant. She glared at Zhao Muye in shy irritation: "I already told you this isn’t my child, don’t talk nonsense."

"I’m talking nonsense?" Zhao Muye folded his arms and raised a brow, "Three months ago you suddenly brought back this baby, and you’ve been caring for her personally every single day, even waking up at night to check on her. You think your cousin here is blind?"