"Which son of a bitch is looking to die!
How dare you injure my people?"
Upon arriving at the courtyard, Yang Hong was seething with rage.
Except for Wanwan and Zhu Yuyan, all his women had been knocked down in the mountain villa's courtyard.
It was known that over the past century, with Yang Hong's dual cultivation assistance, everyone's cultivation had improved rapidly.
Li Lizhi was already at the third layer of the sixth stage, Soul Separation, and the other six were all at the Nascent Soul mid-stage.
Such strength, yet they were defeated, which indicated the visitor's power.
"You heartless bastard, how dare you have so many women behind my back?"
A plaintive voice caught Yang Hong's attention.
The visitor looked somewhat familiar.
"Who are you?"
Yang Hong suppressed the immediate urge to kill and stared at the visitor.
"Xi Miaohua!"
"Xi Miaohua? Xi Miaohua from the Qian Yuan Sword Sect?"
Yang Hong looked at the woman with a graceful figure, tall stature, delicate and noble features, and breathtaking beauty, but he was not sure if she was Xi Miaohua.
This was because when he had interacted with Xi Miaohua, she had always worn a veil.
"Yes! You heartless man, have you forgotten me?
You really are heartless."
Xi Miaohua's beautiful eyes widened, glaring at Yang Hong.
"Shut up! Watch your words. Don't think that just because you are at the late stage of the sixth stage, Soul Separation, I can't kill you!"
Being repeatedly called heartless, Yang Hong's temper flared. With a flip of his right hand, a flying sword appeared, pointing directly at Xi Miaohua's neck.
He would never forget how Xi Miaohua had tricked him with a cultivation technique jade slip in the Hongtong secret realm back then,
and how she had also extorted him a lot when they were earning merit in the Five Directions Dynasty afterward.
Now, he had the opportunity to kill her directly, and he was in the right.
Even if Xi Miaohua had the Qian Yuan Sword Sect, one of the Ten Great Immortal Sects, behind her, he dared to confront her now.
This was because, after a century of bestowed cultivation, his martial arts value was about to reach 3 million, and he was about to break through his cultivation again.
After the breakthrough, he was confident that he could easily deal with an eighth-stage cultivator, and he even dared to contend with an ordinary ninth-stage cultivator.
"You~ kill me, if you kill me, your son will have no mother."
Seeing Yang Hong's flying sword pointing at her, Xi Miaohua's face turned pale, filled with sadness and despair.
"Son? What nonsense are you spouting!
I am still a virgin to this day, and you tell me I have a son?
You are truly seeking death!"
Yang Hong sneered coldly, his flying sword advancing to rest on Xi Miaohua's neck, about to strike.
"Don't hurt my mother."
Just then, a flying sword shot towards Yang Hong, intercepting his killing blow.
"You bastard, you are not my father, I don't have such a father."
The newcomer was a young man, who bore nine parts resemblance to Yang Hong, but looked a bit older than Yang Hong.
"Husband, he~ he~"
Yan Ruyu, who had followed Yang Hong out, widened her eyes, pointing at the newcomer with trembling fingers.
He looked too much alike.
How much alike?
Yang Hong still looked like he was 20 years old, while the newcomer looked like Yang Hong at 27 or 28, almost cast from the same mold.
"Husband, could he really be your son?"
Li Lizhi, who had been helped up by Wanwan, also asked with a hint of doubt.
"Should~ possibly, not!"
Yang Hong withdrew the flying sword in his hand, but did not put it away, still warily watching Xi Miaohua.
At the same time, his body's magical power surged as he carefully inspected himself, especially his yang energy below the dantian and the true yang aura in his magical power.
"Absolutely impossible. My virginity is intact!"
After a thorough check, Yang Hong was one hundred percent certain.
He raised the flying sword in his hand again, pointing it directly at Xi Miaohua. Looking at the young man who was nine parts similar to him, Yang Hong produced another flying sword and held it ready.
"Speak! What is going on, or I will kill you both!"
A chilling killing intent was released without reservation, forcing Li Lizhi, Song Yuzhi, and the others to take two steps back.
Xi Miaohua felt the palpable killing intent and opened her tightly closed eyes, a flicker of fear flashing within them.
"He really is your son.
Do you remember that time in the Meng Yuan Dynasty when you got drunk and we had relations,
and I became pregnant with your child, who is him.
If you don't believe me, use the family-seeking spell to test it."
Xi Miaohua's voice, devoid of its earlier aggressiveness, was much calmer.
"Really?"
"Really! If you don't believe me, use the spell to test it and you'll know."
Xi Miaohua nodded with extreme certainty.
"No! I do not have such a father!"
The young man, however, gritted his teeth and shook his head in denial.
"..."
Yang Hong withdrew the flying sword pointed at Xi Miaohua. With a gentle push of the other flying sword, he sliced the young man's arm, drawing three drops of blood.
Then, he cut his own finger and forced out three drops of blood.
"Vast Heavenly Dao, ethereal Ghost Dao, with a speck of the netherworld as the guide, and a speck of bloodline as the pact...
The Ten Thousand Miles Family Seeking Curse!"
The six drops of blood floated into the air, drawn by the incantation, and slowly touched, then merged together.
Finally, a larger drop of golden blood appeared in mid-air.
The blood of the two merged, and it emitted a golden light, proving they were blood relatives, and very close blood relatives at that!
"Husband~ he is your son!
Husband, you have a son."
The first to exclaim was Song Yuzhi, her voice filled with excitement and joy, happy that Yang Hong had an offspring.
"Congratulations, husband, you finally have an heir!"
"That's great~ husband's wish has been granted."
"Husband..."
Although he was not their own son, Song Yuzhi and the others were all very happy. Even Li Lizhi and the others completely forgave Xi Miaohua for injuring them earlier.
"Are you really my father?"
The young man was also incredulous. The person before him, who looked younger than himself, was actually his father?
"No! Something is still not right!"
However, Yang Hong still shook his head.
He remembered the night of drinking in the Meng Yuan Dynasty and a certain dream, but his own body would never lie.
Unless...
"Merit Eye!"
A golden light flashed in Yang Hong's eyes as he looked at the young man.
This person indeed possessed merit, and there was some connection with Yang Hong, but it was extremely, extremely faint.
It was even less than the merit and connection of the maidservant beside him, Gao Xiaoxin.
As for Xi Miaohua, she did possess merit connected to Yang Hong, less than Jia Yuanchun and the others, but much more than that young man!
Yang Hong's eyes returned to normal, his gaze becoming indifferent and ruthless.
"Last chance. Tell me what is going on,
or else...
Die!"
Having said that, two flying swords were placed at two heads.
"Husband~ calm down! Is there some misunderstanding here?"
Song Yuzhi tugged at Yang Hong's sleeve, preventing him from acting impulsively.
Yang Hong and the young man looked too much alike, and under the "Ten Thousand Miles Family Seeking Curse," they were shown to be relatives.
Everyone believed that this was Yang Hong's son.
"You all step back, don't get splattered with blood."
Yang Hong said indifferently, pushing Song Yuzhi and the others behind him.
"He really is... Ah!"
Before Xi Miaohua could finish speaking, an arm was dislocated!
"Mom~ you bastard, let go of my mom!"
The young man ignored Yang Hong's flying sword and lunged in front of Xi Miaohua, blocking Yang Hong's sword.
"Speak, the truth!"
Yang Hong's voice was filled with killing intent!
"He~ he is from a drop of your vital blood, conceived by my womb."
Feeling Yang Hong's intense killing intent, Xi Miaohua dared not lie anymore.
"What?"
"How is that possible?"
Everyone cried out in shock,
disbelieving that such a thing could exist in the world.