"If we run into that brat, we'll definitely make sure he doesn't have a good time. But it's not like we've actually run into him."
"How do you know he's even still here? He might've left long ago."
"Wasting time here is pointless," the middle-aged man said.
"Can't you just sense around? With your cultivation, if you spread your spiritual perception wide enough, wouldn't you be able to pin down his exact location?"
The beautiful woman spoke with a clear note of grievance. She felt that her husband simply wasn't taking their son's humiliation seriously enough.
"Do you have any idea what you're saying? Are we the only ones here? If we were, I wouldn't hesitate for a second — I'd seal off this entire space and kill everyone inside. Clean and simple. Why waste time?"
The middle-aged man's expression turned vicious, and he was clearly not just talking big. The ruthlessness in his eyes spoke volumes — this was a man who had truly done such things before.
He was a cold-blooded killer without the slightest compunction, and he couldn't care less about whether innocents got caught in the crossfire.
"But… there are other powerful figures here — ones I can't afford to offend just yet."
"If I resorted to those methods, it would be seen as an insult and a provocation. The Demon Spirit King is one thing, but the Nine Totem Passages? Which one of those do I dare cross?"
"Are you trying to get me killed?" the middle-aged man asked.
"I… of course that's not what I meant. It's just—" The beautiful woman hurried to explain. It was clear that despite her domineering nature, she was deeply afraid of the middle-aged man at her core.
"Besides, let's be honest — it's our son who's simply not strong enough. He needs to train more," the middle-aged man said.
"Our son's talent is already exceptional. Isn't it your fault, as his father, for not teaching him the real techniques?" the beautiful woman complained.
"Father, please teach me your real skills. Getting bullied like this over and over — it's unbearable," the young man said.
"Hui'er, it's not that I don't want to teach you. You need to comprehend the essence yourself. If you can't grasp the core of it, there's nothing I can do," the middle-aged man replied.
"But Father, if you want me to comprehend it on my own, shouldn't you at least let me practice the complete version? I don't mean any disrespect, but your oral instruction simply can't compare to the ancestral grounds."
The young man's voice carried a note of timidity as he spoke. It was clear he was also afraid of his father.
"What I've been teaching you isn't the true inheritance, but it's meant to build your foundation. That will be of enormous help to you in the future — especially when you return to the ancestral grounds," the middle-aged man said.
"But Father, how long am I supposed to keep building this foundation? You yourself said that comprehension is best achieved while still young."
"If I wait any longer, I won't even be considered young anymore," the young man pressed.
"Fine. I suppose it's about time. I'll take you to the ancestral grounds for comprehension."
"But if you fail to grasp anything, that'll be your own shortcoming."
The middle-aged man's words left no room for argument.
"Really?"
The young man's face lit up with excitement in an instant.
The ancestral grounds — it was the place he had dreamed of visiting since he was a child.
"Your grandfather, I, and all the ancestors of our Yue clan — we all achieved our comprehension at the ancestral grounds."
"The reason I hadn't taken you there before was because I felt your foundation wasn't solid enough. All these years, I've been honing your capacity for insight and teaching you barrier techniques related to the ancestral inheritance."
"Under normal circumstances, you should be able to gain something from it now."
"So, Hui'er — don't disappoint me," the middle-aged man said.
"Father, I absolutely will not let you down!"
The young man was practically trembling with excitement, brimming with confidence.
"What about that guy? Are we just going to let him go?"
The beautiful woman's protective instincts toward her son were fierce, and what she cared about most was still getting revenge on Chu Feng.
"Of course not. Anyone who dares bully my son Yue Lian's child has only one fate awaiting him — death."
"Sooner or later, he'll die by my hand."
The middle-aged man's eyes glinted with killing intent. Chu Feng had already been placed firmly on his personal kill list.
"Now that's the Brother Lian I admire."
Seeing her husband like this, the beautiful woman nestled into his embrace. The fierce, domineering woman transformed into a bashful, affectionate wife.
The middle-aged man naturally wrapped an arm around her, the two of them looking every bit the intimate couple.
The young man showed little reaction to this scene — he was clearly long since used to his parents' behavior.
"That aura — it's Lord Dragon Eight and Lord Dragon Nine."
"They've come back?"
"So the Demon Spirit King didn't catch up to them."
Suddenly, the man who called himself Yue Lian turned his gaze toward the entrance of the Demon Coffin. Nothing was visible there to the naked eye, yet he seemed to sense something nonetheless.
"Never mind. The treasures here were never meant for me anyway. Best to leave this place as soon as possible."
With that, Yue Lian promptly led his wife and son away from the area.
…
As for Daoist Dragon Eight and Daoist Dragon Nine, they soon arrived once more at the deepest reaches of the Demon Coffin, and once again entered that final cavern.