Chapter 12: Qing Long
*In the Present*
*Black Turtle, Ancestral Domain of the Xuan Family, spanning millions of kilometers.*
The patriarch of the Xuan family, Zheng Xuan, sat on his throne. His long, graying beard and time-worn face were framed by a black robe adorned with jade. His appearance was that of a calm, harmless old man—were it not for the raging aura he exuded at that very moment. The eye on his forehead had veins bulging all around it.
Around him, guards struggled to stand upright under the crushing pressure of his aura. Some coughed up blood from the invisible force. At the foot of the throne lay a lifeless corpse—the broken body of his rebellious son, drained of all essence.
"Father."
A beautiful young woman in her twenties stood beside the throne. Her features were delicate, her green robe hugging her slender, enchanting figure. Her short black hair framed her jade-like eyes, which regarded the scene with indifference. Her younger brother was dead, but they hadn’t been particularly close. In her two hundred years of existence, she’d seen him at most three times.
She had always been reclusive, focused on cultivation. It was only when she reached the Holy Sage realm that she emerged, only to learn her younger brother had returned dead from a lower realm.
"Father, please calm down."
"How can I calm down, Daiyu? Shen died like a dog in the lower realm. Even his essence was devoured!"
Zheng Xuan slammed his fist, causing a tremor that resonated for thousands of kilometers. After all, being a Heavenly Emperor was no joke.
"Your allies only killed mortals and your subjects for nothing, Father."