Family Cultivation: My entire family are Villains

"The Saint Heir came to Nanjiang last year when he was only six years old. Despite being young, he has an extremely arrogant personality. It's rumored that the Sect Hierarch Sikong Yue personally raised him, sharing a bond akin to that of a mother and son, and he is highly cherished. Having a status that's one below the highest in all Yongzhou, if we manage to gain his favor, perhaps even Sikong Yue will notice us."

"Currently, all of Xiayuan Dao is occupied by Hexi. The Rakshasa Holy Sect must have long been dissatisfied with the Hou Clan. If the Rakshasa Holy Sect truly intends to strike at Hexi, it would be an excellent opportunity for the restoration of Nanjiang!"

Qing Wu's words instantly stirred anticipation in everyone present—not only the four people around him but also the multitude of men from the association below, all harboring hopes for the restoration of Nanjiang. Upon hearing these words, their faces beneath the masks suddenly showed signs of being moved.

"The Si Miao Association currently has over ten thousand people. There are five martial artists in the Yinyang Boundary, thirteen in the Yuan Dan Realm, three hundred seventy-two in the Grandmaster Realm, and over five thousand three hundred in the Gang Qi Realm. Although this force cannot compare to the Hou Clan in Hexi, it is certainly formidable enough. I refuse to believe the Saint Heir would look down on us..."

"You're the Si Miao Association, but having weak strength is one thing; why is your mind also lacking? I told you I would come over tonight, yet you still failed to prepare properly. Tsk tsk..."

Qing Wu was interrupted by a somewhat teasing, frivolous voice. His expression changed instantly as he abruptly turned to look towards the western side of the square, with everyone around him and below doing the same.

A slender black figure suddenly flew in from the west. Everyone fixed their gaze, realizing it was a young man of about twenty years old, with a handsome and youthful appearance. Although his face still bore traces of youthfulness, his brows exuded unworldly charm, and his lips curled into a faintly aloof smile. Clad in a black robe, he tread through the air, naturally emitting an aura that seemed to keep people at a distance of a thousand miles.

Indeed, it was an aura of nobility.

Even though he was alone, without any pomp, appearing merely as a martial artist in the Master Third Realm to everyone watching, they all distinctly sensed a noble aura emanating from him.

Coming over tonight...

Qing Wu recalled the words the youth had just spoken in his mind, his expression momentarily stunned, followed by a tone of doubt as he softly asked, "May I ask, is the visitor Saint Child Wu Yuan?"

The rest of the people were equally stunned, their faces showing a hint of skepticism.

Saint Child Wu Yuan, six years old last year, presumably seven this year.

The young man before them was clearly in his twenties.

How could he possibly be the Saint Child Wu Yuan...

"What, you don't believe me?"

The black-clad youth's face revealed a faint smile as he walked directly up to Qing Wu and the multitude of people, even casually turning back to scrutinize those standing in the square, showing no sign of apprehension.

Qing Wu felt a bit uneasy but feared that the person before him might genuinely be the Saint Child Wu Yuan. He gritted his teeth and led the others, bowing respectfully to the young man, "Your subordinates greet the Saint Heir!"

"We pay our respects to the Saint Heir!"

The young man chuckled lightly twice, shook his head, and said, "Don't shout so early. I haven't agreed to accept you yet..."

Qing Wu's expression tensed as he abruptly recalled the words the youth had spoken upon arriving. He softly inquired, "May I ask, where did Qing Wu fail to prepare adequately and neglect the Saint Heir? Please make it clear, and we will strive to remedy it."

"This Saint Heir previously forewarned you that during this visit, no one should be aware. Yet, you..."

Qing Wu's face froze suddenly, immediately turning to look at Shen Guzhen.

"I guarantee that all suspicious persons in the city have been cleared out. Tonight, certainly no one who doesn't know better will come."

"Whether they know better or not, it's certain someone will!"

Just as Shen Guzhen finished his assurance, the Saint Child Wu Yuan interrupted with a sentence and then turned to look at the north side of the square, saying in a low voice, "You two have been hiding and watching for so long; time to reveal yourselves!"

The thousands in the square, including Shen Guzhen, Qing Wu, and the other five, all turned and looked over. This glance immediately caused their expressions to tense.

In mid-air, two similarly black-clad youths slowly emerged from the night sky. The two youths wore expressions of confusion as they looked at the Saint Child Wu Yuan and asked, "How did you discover us?"

"The Peerless Dust Pearl, an item from the Five Elements Heaven, I'm not wrong, am I?"

Upon finishing his words, the Saint Child Wu Yuan even flipped his palm, and a gleaming black pearl instantly appeared in his hand. He looked at the two of them with obvious pride.

Hou Wuji and Hou Wuqie exchanged glances, likewise flipping their palms over, with each holding a sleek black pearl.

Identical to the one held by the Saint Child Wu Yuan.

"How do you possess a Peerless Dust Pearl?"

Hou Wuji immediately issued a stern question. From the first sight of the Saint Child Wu Yuan's face while hiding in the shadows, he felt an exceptionally strong sense of unease, and seeing the other party reveal the Peerless Dust Pearl only his father would have, intensified the disconcerting feeling in his heart.

Hou Wuqie was calm; he merely gazed at Zhantai Wu Yuan's face with a trace of doubt, especially as the feeling of familiarity grew stronger with each passing glance.

"Why do I have a sense of familiarity?"

Upon hearing Hou Wuji's questioning, Zhantai Wu Yuan did not immediately answer but first withdrew the Peerless Dust Pearl, then looked at the two brothers face to face, tilting his head slightly as his eyes gradually showed a hint of interest and conjecture.

The Peerless Dust Pearl, only found in the Five Elements Heaven, with only the aunt and the Lord of Hexi, Hou Yuxiao, currently holding it; for these two to receive the Peerless Dust Pearl from Hou Yuxiao, their identities...

"Hou Yuxiao, what is your relation to him?"

Zhantai Wu Yuan unexpectedly asked lightly, and his effort to keep his voice calm was apparent. Still, anyone with experience could discern that beneath his calm tone lay a strong sense of murderous intent and viciousness.

Upon hearing the question, Hou Wuji's face showed a hint of pride as he was about to answer, but seeing his elder brother Hou Wuqie lightly shaking his head beside him, he realized something and paused without speaking.

However, those present who knew their identity were numerous.

"Reporting to the Saint Heir, the one on the left called Hou Wuji is the son of the Lord of Hexi, Hou Yuxiao, and the one on the right named Hou Wuqie is the son of Hou Yuxiao's fifth brother, Hou Yuduan."

At this moment, Qing Wu was filled with delight. He could hear the murderous intent in Zhantai Wu Yuan's tone, prompting him to immediately disclose the two's identities.

As expected, just as his words fell, Zhantai Wu Yuan swept forward like the wind, heading swiftly towards the two brothers of the Hou Clan. Meanwhile, mid-flight, a longsword shot out from his Sea of Consciousness, Yuan Qi adhered to the sword's body, unleashing a fierce sword-edge directed at Hou Wuji among the brothers.

"It seems one travels far and wide searching only to find it nearby; if I can't kill your father, I'll at least slaughter you, you brat, to collect some interest!"

Upon hearing someone wanting to kill his father, Hou Wuji instantly revealed a face full of anger, including Hou Wuqie beside him, whose face also darkened at these words. Both drew their swords, and the Mysterious Demon True Qi surged from their bodies as they intercepted Zhantai Wu Yuan's strike from both sides.

"A mere Saint Heir; killing my father, I'll take your life first!"

"Master Third Realm; killing my uncle, how dare you speak such arrogant words, you're asking for death, huh!"

The three instantly engaged in battle, meanwhile, Qing Wu, though overjoyed, swiftly turned to the people in the square, raising his voice to shout, "Everyone quickly scatter and flee, leave Xiaqiu, run far away, and no staying here."

Upon hearing the command, everyone below was momentarily stunned, while the four on stage were utterly confused, and Qingluan immediately spoke with a trace of severity, "Second Uncle, can we not directly assist Saint Child Wu Yuan in killing the two from the Hou Clan?"

The remaining three also nodded, showing agreement.

Helping Saint Child Wu Yuan kill Hou Wuji and Hou Wuqie would mean that Hou Yuxiao and Hou Yuduan lose their sons and inevitably wage war with the Rakshasa Holy Sect, which would open the way for the restoration of Nanjiang, so why flee?

"Fools, among the three of them, none will die; if anyone dies, it'll be us! Run now, or none of you will survive!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was momentarily stunned but quickly responded by dashing away in all directions.