BTTH : Emperor Yang

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As soon as Wei Yang stepped into the range of the altar, the dense, blazing yang energy surrounding him made his entire body feel comfortably warm and relaxed.

His eyes swept over the area. Around the altar stood many towering stone walls, forming a circular barrier — from the outside, one could barely see what lay within unless they came very close.

Training here, then, was quite a private affair.

At this moment, inside the Sun Fire Ancient Altar, a graceful figure in white sat cross-legged near the edge.

Her back was straight, her posture elegant, and the smooth curve from her slender neck down to her slim waist outlined a silhouette both refined and mesmerizing.

Not far in front of her, at the very center of the altar beneath that black stele, sat a small, youthful figure upon a Core Mother Jade Meditation Mat, eyes closed in cultivation.

The young boy’s face was filled with focus and seriousness. He looked to be around seven or eight years old.

He wore a light golden robe embroidered with intricate flame patterns stitched from gold thread, craftsmanship exquisite enough to highlight the innate nobility in his bearing.

A jade circlet adorned his head, through which was threaded a slender golden hairpin, its ends tied with golden tassels that draped softly across his chest. His long, jet-black hair fell down his back like silk.

Even though he was merely meditating there, the boy radiated an extraordinary presence for his age.

His posture was upright, his features handsome and refined, and between his brows there was an aura of confidence and grace. From his delicate features and his temperament, one could faintly see a reflection of Wei Yang himself.

Just one glance at him, and anyone would find it hard not to think: What a true prodigy. At this moment, the young boy’s body was enveloped in a faint golden glow. From afar, he looked like a newborn sun — dazzling and radiant.

Countless beams of light poured down from the heavens, converging upon him, infusing his small body with pure yang energy. That power flowed steadily into him, nourishing and strengthening the Pure Yang Source within.

When Wei Yang stepped into the altar and saw this sight, a warm, gratified smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

More than three years had passed — his son had already grown. Hands clasped behind his back, Wei Yang couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: My son already shows three parts of my own brilliance. Truly my bloodline!

Xian’er opened her beautiful eyes and looked over. When she saw Wei Yang standing there, a smug look on his face, a smile naturally curved her lips. She rolled her eyes at him playfully and said softly, "Finally decided to come back, have you?"

Hearing her words, Wei Yang withdrew his gaze from his son, smiled gently, and walked forward. Sitting down beside Xian’er, he wrapped an arm around her slender waist and said warmly, "Xian’er, you’ve worked hard these past few years."

Over the years, she had raised their son exceptionally well.

From the first glance, Wei Yang could tell how much care and effort she had poured into him. Unlike Wei Shuo, their daughter, who could be raised more loosely without issue, Wei Ye was their only son — and that made things different.

As the sole heir of Wei Yang, his upbringing had to be strict and proper. Thus, Xian’er had been far more meticulous — even stricter — with him than Qing Lin had been with their daughter.

After all, with Wei Yang’s remarkable reputation, if his son were to turn out spoiled or incompetent, wouldn’t that become the biggest joke in the entire continent? That was something Xian’er could never accept.

With Wei Yang often away, she had feared that too much indulgence would ruin the boy, so despite the heartache, she’d kept a firm hand in his upbringing.

Now, hearing those gentle words from Wei Yang, a sweet sense of pride and satisfaction bloomed within her. Feeling the mischievous hand at her waist, a faint blush rose to her face.

She glanced quickly toward their son not far away, shifted slightly in protest, and whispered shyly, "The child’s right there... take your hand off."

"Heh." Wei Yang chuckled softly but didn’t move his hand, still holding her close.

Seeing that, Xian’er could only roll her eyes again and stop protesting. Instead, she focused on sensing his aura and soon smiled with delight. "This aura... you really have stepped into the Dou Sheng Realm."

Apparently, she had already overheard his earlier conversation with Ah Da outside, so she wasn’t all that surprised — merely pleased.

"It’s just Ban Sheng," Wei Yang replied with a smile, then began recounting his journey back to the Black-Corner Region.

After being apart for more than three years, husband and wife naturally had much to say to each other. Therefore, he muttered quietly to himself. As for his son, he only needed to spare a part of his attention to keep watch.

Wei Ye’s cultivation had already entered the right track. His current realm was at the peak of Dou Wang. As long as he didn’t get distracted during cultivation, generally nothing would go wrong.

Of course, this was still just his foundation-building stage, not true cultivation yet — he was merely using the simplest method to absorb and refine the purest yang energy here, strengthening the pure yang source within his body.

But because Wei Ye’s foundation was simply too powerful, even though he was still at the basic stage, his realm naturally rose to the peak of Dou Wang. This was not unique to Wei Ye; his sister Wei Shuo was much the same.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that Wei Shuo only studied basic cultivation knowledge every day, spending just half an hour on actual training while spending the rest of her time playing with her friends. Even so, she was already a low-level Dou Wang.

For these two children, common sense simply didn’t apply — the same went for Xiao Xiao. After all, she was born a Dou Zong. How could you even reason with that? So naturally, none of them could be viewed by normal standards.

The three children were all of that special, unreasonable type. At this stage, rather than "building their foundation," it was more accurate to say they were learning to adapt and to control the immense power within their bodies.

Because their foundations were far too strong, they didn’t need to work hard at cultivation like ordinary people.

Items like the First Start Pill and the bone marrow of a Dou Sheng contained vast, almost unimaginable energy — all of which now slumbered within the bodies of these three little ones.

They only needed to digest a tiny bit of it, and that would already be an amount of energy beyond the imagination of most people.

Therefore, simply by growing naturally, their bodies would gradually absorb and refine that energy — and that alone was extraordinary.

As for Dou Zong or Dou Zun, those realms didn’t mean much to them — they were merely their starting point.

As long as they grew normally and finished absorbing that massive reservoir of energy within them, becoming a Dou Zun would likely happen naturally.

That was the difference in foundation — the gap between them and others. What ordinary people pursued for a lifetime was merely the starting point for these three little monsters.

"Lava depths, lizards, Ancient God’s Cave Mansion, Zi Yan’s father, the Dragon Emperor... who would’ve thought the Black-Corner Region was hiding such a massive secret!"

After hearing Wei Yang’s brief recounting, Xian’er was utterly shocked.

She hadn’t expected that beneath the Inner Academy of Jia Nan Academy lay such a world-shaking secret. Tuo She Ancient God — the last Dou Di of the Dou Qi Continent — Xian’er had naturally heard that name before.

That careless, gluttonous, hot-tempered little girl who drooled over high-grade medicinal ingredients — she turned out to be the young mistress of the Taixu Ancient Dragon clan. Then there was the Light Emperor, and so on...

So much information crashed into Xian’er’s mind at once that she felt dizzy, unable to digest it all, and for a while, couldn’t even react.

"Hm?"

Wei Yang suddenly frowned and looked toward the distant sky above.

Now a peak Nine-Change expert herself, Xian’er’s expression changed. Her beautiful eyes sharpened instantly, and a faint green flame flickered within them as her whole body tensed up.

Outside, Ah Da — who had been sitting cross-legged atop a massive tree — suddenly stood up as well, his aura faintly surging.

"It’s fine. It’s a familiar face — that black dragon from the Ancient Void Dragon clan, Hei Qing," Wei Yang said softly. "He’s probably here looking for Zi Yan. After all, the three-year promise is due."

Hearing this, Xian’er finally relaxed slightly.

"You stay here and watch our son. I’ll go deal with him," Wei Yang said as he rose.

"Mm." Xian’er nodded.

Whoosh!

Wei Yang’s figure flickered — and vanished.

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