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    The hunting ground, right at the back of the Heavenly Demon God Sect’s mountain.

    The mountains there are so treacherous and full of mechanisms that ordinary people can’t even enter.

    At the moment, my father and I were the only two people in this sparsely populated mountain forest.

    No, I should say three.

    Father’s personal guard, Fai, must also be hiding in the shadows, not moving an inch to keep him safe.

    I’ve known Uncle Fai since I was a kid, only as I got older, we had fewer and fewer chances to meet.

    If Ang Lee is my shadow, then Uncle Fai is my father’s shadow.

    I tried to sense my surroundings with my true qi, but I was never able to detect Uncle Fai’s aura.

    Worthy of being an expert in the art of concealment!

    It was a pity that even he, in the end, died at the hands of Hua Wuji.

    “Don’t you get tired of carrying so much stuff?” Father opened his mouth to ask, a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

    I was carrying a huge leather pouch containing the various items I had prepared for this hunt.

    “These are for the road.” I explained.

    “On the road? We’ll only be in the mountains for a day, and we’ll be back tomorrow.”

    “What if we’re having fun and want to stay a couple more days?” I said with a smile.

    My father gave me a blank look and said, “You wish!”

    Although I hadn’t spent much time with my father, I had already noticed that my memories of him were, well, skewed.

    The father I remember was quiet and unsmiling.

    But in reality, he was much more talkative than I expected.

    “Your performance, it wasn’t bad.” He was referring to my defeat of Gupung Ho on the tournament stage.

    Although I didn’t utilize my internal force, my combat experience from my previous life still allowed me to show strength far beyond my peers when I raised my hands and threw my feet.

    “I hide my strength.” I said truthfully.

    “I can see that.”

    “I’m not just a cat that bluffs, but a beast that hides its sharp claws.” I said half-jokingly.

    My father stopped, turned his head to look at me, and asked, “If it’s a fierce beast, why hide the sharp claws?”

    “This …… hasn’t really occurred to me.”

    “So you’re just a cat.”

    The father finished and continued walking forward.

    “How many percent of the ‘Flying Sword Technique’ that you have cultivated have you reached?” He suddenly asked.

    The “Flying Heavenly Sword Technique” is the unique sword technique of the Heavenly Devil lineage, and although it is not as good as the “Nine Woes Devil Technique” practiced by his father, it is still considered to be a top-notch martial art.

    Of course, the level of martial arts does not determine everything.

    A person with low martial arts skills can just as easily defeat a person with high martial arts skills if they are able to skillfully utilize their techniques.

    I knew that I couldn’t fool my father, so I answered truthfully, “It’s already a great success.”

    “Whoosh!”

    As soon as the words left my mouth, a sharp finger wind flew past, grazing my cheek.

    I instinctively sidestepped the blow.

    “You’ve really come a long way?” My father looked at me in surprise.

    I touched my cheek that had been grazed by the finger wind and said with some trepidation, “Why did you do it without asking? What if I didn’t dodge?”

    “If you lie, you have to pay the price. If you’re really big, you should be able to dodge my finger winds.”

    “This face of mine is inherited from your fine genes, what a pity if it breaks!”

    My father grunted and ignored my complaints as he continued to walk forward.

    “You …… you actually did lay such a heavy hand on me ……”

    I was secretly surprised.

    What father would do such a terrible thing to his own son?

    And, still attacking the face!

    “At your age, to be able to cultivate the ‘Flying Heavenly Sword Technique’ to a great accomplishment is indeed rare.” Father’s voice, came from the front.

    In my previous life, I didn’t train the “Flying Sword Technique” until I was in my thirties, so it’s only natural that my father would be surprised.

    “Thanks for the compliment, Father.”

    For the rest of the way, we walked in silence towards the mountains without words.

    If it’s in a room, such silence must be depressing.

    But in the mountains, it’s a whole different story.

    We, father and son, walked side by side, not speaking, but as if having a silent exchange.

    “Father, your hunting skills, who did you learn them from?” I broke the silence.

    “My brother.” Father replied.

    “I have a great uncle?”

    “He’s dead, dead by my hand, just about the same age as you are now.”

    I was silent for a moment and said, “You did the right thing.”

    My father stopped and turned his head to look at me, his eyes blazing.

    “If he didn’t die, there wouldn’t be me.” I explained.

    My father gave me a deep look, then continued on his way.

    I know that his heart must also be filled with pain and struggle.

    Flesh and bone is never easy.

    In my previous life, I’ve seen too many people who are beautiful on the outside but scarred on the inside.

    That’s why I deliberately said those words, wanting to help him release the repression in his heart.

    I once vowed that if I could go back in time, I would learn to let go of both hatred, and sadness.

    “At the time, I had no choice.” Father’s voice, a little low.

    I knew that he meant that he couldn’t find any other way but to kill his own brother in order to save his life and become a Heavenly Demon.

    “I won’t be soft either.” I said firmly.

    My father turned his head to look at me, his eyes even colder than before.

    “You think that you can do what I can’t?”

    “What you cannot do, I may not be unable to do. Moreover, you at least have an opponent worthy of your thoughts and weighing, while my brother, who is despicable and ruthless, does not deserve my sympathy at all!”

    “You’re quite good at bad-mouthing him.”

    “He deserved it!”

    If he knew how heartless his brother, in order to compete for the position of Sect Leader, would have done, he would have hated him even more!

    “He’s at the border fighting in blood, and you’re here talking smack.”

    “The Grand Duke of the Heavenly Demon God Sect can live just as comfortably even if he’s locked up in a dungeon.”

    My brother, right now, is on a mission given to him by his father.

    At that time, he had not yet revealed his nature and was so capable that he had his father’s trust.

    Not only that, there were many people within the sect that wanted to flatter him and wanted to become his beloved.

    “He won’t give up the Sect Leader position easily, do you think that you can both save his life and successfully inherit the Sect Leader position? You are too naive!”

    My father looked at me with disappointment in his eyes.

    My eyes, on the other hand, were unmistakable.

    I’m not going to be as indecisive and at the mercy of others as I was in my previous life!

    Father took another step forward.

    I don’t know what kind of a being I was in my father’s mind.

    All I know is that I want to change all of this, I want to protect the people I want to protect, and I want to live my own life!

    ……

    “Shh!”

    My father stopped abruptly and signaled me to be silent.

    He pointed ahead and said, “See?”

    I followed his finger but found nothing but a thick forest of trees.

    “Nothing.”

    “I saw it.”

    “What’s there?”

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