The Eleventh Son and Daughter's Enduring Love

  Tang Yan didn't take anything else, just retrieved the watch he brought from Earth and took a look at it in this small hut. With internal injuries, he dragged Biaoxue away. When Tang Yan grabbed Biaoxue, Biaoxue disappeared from his hands, apparently the old ghost in the dragon ring helped Tang Yan retrieve the space ring.

  This way, Tang Yan also relaxed a lot. He listened to Su's words and decided to go into the deep mountains to cultivate for some time before going down the mountain to explore the outside world. Usually, Tang Yan and his junior sister were together, hearing many things about the outside world, but he had always been in the boxing school and never went out. The world is treacherous, so it's better to improve one's strength first and have a few more points of safety.

  Half a day's time had passed and Lu Bei, who was guarding the entrance at the back mountain, could no longer sit still. Seeing that Tang Yan had yet to emerge, he sent a few men from his team to go inside and investigate the situation.

  "What's wrong? Can't see him? Dammit, that little brat must have gone into the forest!" Lu Bei scolded upon hearing his younger brother's report.

  "Second Master, what should we do now?" Lu Yu thought of the possibility that Tang Yan might come back and ask again in the future.

  "Why not do it this way, let a few people take turns guarding here, that kid doesn't have any food on him, he should come out in a few days!" Lu Bei originally wanted to chase and kill into the forest, but thinking of Tang Yan's strength, he had to give up this idea.

  Huà Gōng Sàn, if a direct attack on the opponent, the chance of poisoning is very small, unless in an unexpected surprise, this can make the opponent Huà Gōng Sàn, like Tiān Xióng. So they can only guard here and wait for the rabbit to come to them, unless Táng Yān crosses the entire Mó Shòu Sēn Lín from the other end and leaves, otherwise this is the only exit.

  After entering the forest, Tang Yan didn't go deep into it, but instead came to that stone crevice from that day and sat down inside to treat his injuries. At the place where Tang Yan was treating his injuries, the old man gave him a pellet of medicine to eat, which had a cool and refreshing effect as soon as it entered his stomach, quickly relieving the burning pain in Tang Yan's body.

  In about half a day, the physical pain in Tang Yan's body had recovered, but the emotional wound was still throbbing with pain. His mind kept replaying the ruthless gaze of his junior sister.

  "I'm telling you, kid, if you really love her that much, then go and take her away! This time, the trouble is clearly aimed at you, and it's obviously done by those rubbish pugilists of yours!" The old man said to Tang Yan, who was looking gloomy, while muttering to himself: "Damn it, I'm really meddling in other people's business. If it weren't for not wanting to affect your mental state, I wouldn't be so nosy."

  Yes, now Tang Yan's mind is a bit confused. If this continues for a long time, it will be easy to go crazy when practicing the Devouring Dragon Technique. Even if he doesn't go crazy, it will be easy to be counter-attacked when devouring the Yuan Shen.

  "If that's the case, isn't Little Sister in great danger? No way, I have to go and rescue her!" As soon as Tang Yan heard his words, the first thing he thought of was that gentle and lovely little sister who could charm a city.

  "I'm telling you, you're really foolish. Don't even mention being able to beat those few who joined hands, even if you could beat them, would your junior sister follow you? Listen to me, cultivate well here for now, at least your current junior sister won't be in danger, and wait until the new generation's leader is established!" The old man said as he saw Tang Yan about to rush back.

  "Alright, what's next?" Tang Yan knew his own strength.

  "Now you practice hard first, and when you can wield the Snow Sweeper, go out!" The old man didn't want to say anything more, and with a flash of white light on his palm, the Snow Sweeper reappeared in front of Tang Yan.

  "Alright, for Little Sister, I'll listen to you!" Tang Yan thought of Zi Lan and was willing to do anything.

  In the following days, Tang Yan was living a life that was not human. During the day, he would run around for dozens of miles with the snow blower on his back, and at night, he would wave it continuously. At first, he could only wave it a few times before getting tired, but Tang Yan did not give up. The old man also told him that it was okay to start slowly, and that speed was not important. What was important was to get familiar with the snow blower, and to use his heart to feel it, so every night, Tang Yan would come and go, waving the same motion over and over again.

  In the blink of an eye, Tang Yan had spent five days and nights in the deep mountains. During these five days, the funeral of the Fist Gate had come to an end, and Tian Xiong and Sixth Brother were also buried in the Fist Gate Cemetery. On the surface, everything seemed calm, but according to some disciples who reported back over the past few days, many external factions had come to probe into the situation of the Fist Gate several times.

  Although the Fist Sect is not very wealthy, it collects protection fees from villages and towns within a hundred miles every day, which is not a small amount. The annual income of more than one million gold coins is a very good thing compared to some small factions. If a faction can control several places with income, it will be an even more impressive income.

  "Is there still no news from Lu Bei?" asked the elder of the Tian Ying Sect.

  "It should be ready soon!" a thin middle-aged man replied.

  "Hmm, very well. I think before the Master's birthday, we should give him another branch of Tianying Sect, and you will be the leader of that branch." The elder of Tianying Sect said.

  "I'd like to thank Fifth Elder first!" This lean and gaunt middle-aged man, upon hearing Fifth Elder's words, had a hint of a licentious smile floating on his face. In his heart, he was thinking: "The Miss of the Fist Sect is so beautiful she could bring ruin to the country and calamity to its people, it would be great to get a feel of her body!"

  No wonder he's so thin, turns out he's a drunkard and a glutton, but then again, one can't help but admire his skills, otherwise how would he be worthy of the esteem of the Five Elders of the Tianying Sect?

  The so-called Tianying Sect, although not as powerful as some ancient sects, is still a local overlord. On the surface, it's a missionary sect, but in reality, it's a force to be reckoned with. They deceive the local officials from above and bully the common people from below. What's the difference between them and those powerful sects? Perhaps this is just the prevailing trend in this otherworldly realm.

  Every year, several factions are established, but whether they can survive or not is another matter. So, in this world, everything is based on strength.

  The topic turned back to the Fist Gate, and in these few days, everyone was welcoming a new leader. The new leader would naturally be the eldest senior brother of the Fist Gate, which had always been a tradition passed down within the sect. If the original leader hadn't appointed a successor, then as the eldest disciple, he would naturally become the next leader.

  One night, in the inner hall of the palace, several people who looked like brothers were drinking and laughing together. They seemed to have completely forgotten about Tian Xiong's death, or perhaps they even wished for his early demise. Meanwhile, in a distant room in the backyard, Zi Lan faintly heard their laughter and conversation. Her heart was filled with unease as she had been thinking about Tang Yan's parting words and innocent gaze over the past few days.

  Similarly, in the past few days, she also discussed with Fourth Brother about her father's death. Although it was unclear who had poisoned him, one thing was certain. The Huā Gōng Sǎn was a priceless treasure that could not be bought or sold on the market. Táng Yàn had always been living in the back mountain and never came down from the mountain. Not to mention that he didn't have any money, even if he did, it would be impossible for him to find someone selling it. From this point, she could determine that Táng Yàn was not capable of killing her father. When Zǐ Lán heard this, she burst into tears and said that they had wrongly accused Táng Yàn.

  But everything has passed, and she can't find Tang Yan again. Even if she finds him, will he forgive her? Thinking of the past, those few punches on Tang Yan's body were fatal injuries. If she was strong enough, Tang Yan might have fallen to the ground at that time.

  Now listening to the laughter outside the hall, Zilan's heart understood this matter even more. However, it seemed that all her fellow disciples were now standing on their side. To be honest, she really didn't know what to do at this point. All she knew was that she deeply regretted being cold and indifferent to Tang Yan for the past two years, just like how her fourth senior brother was now ignoring the situation.

  "Congratulations, Big Brother! Come on, let's toast you a few cups!" Lu Bei said, raising his wine cup.

  "Alright, from now on, the responsibility of guarding the gate will fall to Second Brother and Third Brother!" Eldest Brother raised his wine cup and laughed loudly.

  "Alright, alright, the Fist Sect is our home after all. Even if Big Brother doesn't say it, we'll still do our best! Come on, let's drink!" A hint of a sly smile appeared on Lu Bei's face as he took the lead in drinking.

  "Good, drink!" The master's mood over the past few days was not ordinary. He had been eyeing this position of sect leader for many years, and now that his master Tian Xiong was dead, he was the true owner of the sect. And little sister apprentice was also his. Thinking of this, he became even more joyful, downing cup after cup in succession.

  At this time, a disciple came to the outside of Zilan's boudoir, looking at the bright lights inside, and a sly smile floated on his face. He gently patted the small room outside and said: "Little sister, Big Brother Master has something to come over and talk to you about, it's about the position of the sect leader!"

  As soon as this was said, Zilan replied, "Call him over, I have something to say to him too!"

  He received a reply from Little Shifu, and this guy smiled and left to go to the hall where Lu Bei and others were. He has always followed the plan. Facing the excited Da Shifu who was drinking with Lu Bei, he said that Little Shifu had something to do with him, and Da Shifu Wang Peng's mood became even more excited when he heard that Little Shifu had something to do with him. Especially on this quiet night, something unexpected might happen, so he couldn't stay with these two disciples anymore.

  He then punished himself by drinking three more cups, smiled and left for the backyard, heading towards Zilan's boudoir. Similarly, Lu Bei and Lu Yu exchanged a glance, their faces revealing a hint of sinister smile, before they too hastily departed.

  Just as Master Wang Peng was knocking on the door, a gentle and pleasant girl's voice came from inside, saying: "Is that Master? Come in!"

  "Little sister, you're looking for me?!" said Big Brother Wang Peng with a hint of drunkenness.

  "Sit down first, I'll pour you some tea!" said Zilan, wearing a simple long dress, her face still looking pale and tired, to Wang Peng who was reeking of alcohol.

  "Alright, alright!" Master Wang Peng said, looking at his little junior sister whom he had grown up with since childhood.

  For some reason, Wang Peng's eyes gazed at her while his body began to heat up, looking at the delicate place on Zilan's junior sister. His eyes quietly stayed on her towering mountain peaks for a moment, then fell onto her pink buttocks, and a lewd expression appeared on his face.

  In the end, he couldn't help himself and pounced on the little junior sister who was pouring tea for him...