Fen Tu Xingyu felt his feet suddenly leave the ground, his neck grasped firmly by a hand and yanked high into the air. He turned back, his face contorted in fury; in the territory of mere common warriors, who dared treat a member of the Fen Tu noble house like this?

“Uncle, I think what you need isn’t a cold shower, but a dip in the well water.” Duan Feng Er Bu raised the flailing Fen Tu Xingyu, who was kicking desperately in mid-air, and strode toward the water well. “Go down and sober up first.”

“Er Bu…”

“Kuang Ge, he is your elder, and he doesn’t seem that bad to you. It’s fine if you don’t make a move.” Duan Feng Er Bu watched Fen Tu Xingyu plunge into the well. “But you must know, acting sooner is better than acting later. What if you just let him run wild and he actually hurts Gan Jin? What would you do then?”

The first thought that flashed through Fen Tu Kuang Ge’s mind was: kill! The instant this idea sparked, he instinctively shivered. He had never considered killing his Sixth Uncle before, but if Gan Jin were truly harmed because of him, he realized he might actually want to kill his Sixth Uncle.

“Perhaps before you can act, your entire Fen Tu house will face disaster,” Duan Feng Er Bu said coldly. “Think about that effeminate wretch, Qie Shuai. If he learned Gan Jin was harmed because of the Fen Tu family, what do you think he would do?”

The image of Che Ke Fu Li Te’s eyes—cold as the tip of a sword, merciless, absolute—flashed across Fen Tu Kuang Ge’s mind. He might not be the strongest in this world, but he was certainly the most competent killer!

“Your Sixth Uncle was lucky to run into me,” Duan Feng Er Bu clapped Fen Tu Kuang Ge on the shoulder. “If that sissy had been here, your Sixth Uncle’s throat would probably have an extra bloody hole in it right now.”

“Call me a sissy again, and I’ll make sure your throat has an extra bloody hole first.”

Che Ke Fu Li Te leaped from the rooftop to the ground, looking at Fen Tu Kuang Ge. “You spoke well, but you acted poorly.”

Fen Tu Kuang Ge knew exactly what Qie Shuai meant. He let out a heavy sigh. If the man before him hadn’t been his Sixth Uncle, but someone else… he would have acted long ago! But allowing his Sixth Uncle to say those things just now…

Fen Tu Kuang Ge didn’t know if Fen Tu Xingyu, after soaking in the water, had truly sobered up, but at least his Sixth Uncle, now sitting in a chair, sipping warm tea and wearing dry clothes, seemed calmer, his intensely selfish excitement having dissipated.

“Sixth Uncle, what was it you needed me for?” Fen Tu Kuang Ge looked at the now placid Fen Tu Xingyu. “Can you tell me now?”

“Isn’t it about Kuang Xiao?” Fen Tu Xingyu’s tone lacked its earlier arrogance.

Perhaps it was because Duan Feng Er Bu, who had initiated the earlier physical confrontation, was still sitting in the living room. Perhaps it was the sword-like coldness in Che Ke Fu Li Te’s eyes. Or perhaps Fen Tu Xingyu had genuinely calmed down.

Fen Tu Kuang Ge didn't want to speculate on why his Sixth Uncle was suddenly so composed; hearing his eldest brother Kuang Xiao’s name had completely shifted his focus away from Fen Tu Xingyu.

“How is my big brother?”

“Kuang Xiao is still the same…” Fen Tu Xingyu’s gaze instantly dimmed. “Such a genius, driven mad like this. If he could wake up now, our Fen Tu house could reach unprecedented heights in the upcoming Newcomer King Tournament.”

“My brother… huh?”

“You probably can’t imagine it, but in the years since he went mad, the speed of his power increase has actually accelerated,” Fen Tu Xingyu shook his head, sighing repeatedly. “Soul Battle Peak, and not just any peak state…”

Success cannot be achieved without descending into madness! Fen Tu Kuang Ge suddenly recalled the words spoken by the Bandit King, Ba Huang Wu Sheng: Success cannot be achieved without descending into madness!

“Brother… is this considered success?” Fen Tu Kuang Ge stared blankly out the door.

A cold wind howled, and the gloomy sky finally began to scatter chilling snowflakes. A small whirlwind swept through, carrying away some of the flakes, making the very air feel like ice.

“I came here wanting to ask you for a Soul Weapon, or…” Fen Tu Xingyu looked at Fen Tu Kuang Ge, “—a bottle of medicine that could awaken Kuang Xiao. Of course, a Soul Wea… preferably a Soul Weapon…”

The armrest of the chair beneath Fen Tu Kuang Ge’s palm instantly crumbled to dust. A flicker of rage flashed in his eyes as he stared silently at Fen Tu Xingyu. A Soul Weapon? A Soul Weapon first? And then the antidote? What did this mean? To raise a madman brother to the Saint Realm? To have that brother participate in the Newcomer King Tournament in such a state?

That’s right! His brother’s strength might be immense in that state! But a lunatic, battling with so many exposed weaknesses, would be even more likely to be killed! His Sixth Uncle… his Sixth Uncle… for the glory of the family, valued a Soul Weapon over the medicine!

Fen Tu Kuang Ge’s chest heaved uncontrollably. “Did you come up with this request yourself? Or did the family send you to convey it?”

Fen Tu Xingyu was startled and instinctively replied, “Aren’t they the same thing?”

“Very good. It seems the family hasn’t become so heartless; this is just your personal idea.” Fen Tu Kuang Ge nodded slowly, his face so ashen it looked ready to squeeze out black water. “Sixth Uncle, this is the last time I will address you as such. Your life creed is sacrificing for family honor—I cannot interfere with that. But!”

“Fen Tu Kuang Ge has his own life creed! I am no longer the Fen Tu Kuang Ge you indoctrinated to become your second self.”

“Don’t talk about whether I have a Soul Weapon! Even if I did, I wouldn't give it to you!” Fen Tu Kuang Ge slammed the table beside him, looking at the equally grim-faced Fen Tu Xingyu. “Thank you. Thank you for telling me about my elder brother. I will return to the Fen Tu family! And soon. But it won’t be to beg Gan Jin to forge a Soul Weapon for me; it will be to ask him to come back with me, to treat my brother!”

“You…” Fen Tu Xingyu’s hands trembled incessantly. He had expected to return with a divine Soul Weapon this time, only to find that this brat had completely broken free from the teachings he had instilled years ago.

“You must be busy, so I won’t keep you.”

Fen Tu Kuang Ge stood up, not sparing Fen Tu Xingyu another glance, and walked toward the door.

“Stop right there!” Fen Tu Xingyu roared, jumping up. “If you won’t go find Gan Jin for me, won’t I go myself? I just thought, since you two are familiar, he might be your retainer. I thought it would be best to have you bring a Soul Weapon back to the Fen Tu family to add some glory and merit to your name. Since you’re so ungrateful, I’ll find Gan Jin myself!”

“That’s right! I’ll find him myself!” Fen Tu Xingyu strode toward the exit. For the dignified Fen Tu family to approach him, a common warrior like Gan Jin, was already showing him respect. As soon as he explained the situation, wouldn’t the man immediately agree?

“You don’t need to look for him.” Gan Jin’s steady voice cut off Fen Tu Xingyu’s words. “I can tell you right now, I will not forge a Soul Weapon for you.”

Fen Tu Xingyu froze on the spot. What was wrong with these young people? If a common warrior heard that the Fen Tu family needed him in the past, wouldn’t he be so ecstatic he’d kneel down to them? Why were these young men today…

“You…” Fen Tu Xingyu’s eyes snapped open in rage, only to see two fierce-looking warriors appear behind Gan Jin. One of them was a common warrior, dressed entirely in black, radiating the wild, untamed aura unique to the Northern Wastes tribesmen.

The other was over two meters tall, his arms thicker than most people’s thighs. Despite having a human appearance, he exuded the oppressive aura of a savage beast.

Fen Tu Xingyu swallowed the shout he was about to unleash, flicked his sleeve, and stormed out of the room.

Gan Jin turned back to look at the outsider from the Northern Wastes, and then at… Loki Lei.

That was right! The assassin from the Behemoth Bloodline Warriors, the one who had been confined in Uncle Wu Xin Gui’s room—he was now his retainer.

Gan Jin remembered how surprised he was when he first heard the news. That Behemoth Bloodline Warrior, whose will was incredibly rigid, had actually become his retainer? How did Gu Yue Jia Ying manage it?

Gan Jin simply could not fathom what methods Gu Yue Jia Ying had employed to win over that stubborn Behemoth warrior whom even he couldn't handle!

Not only that, but the warrior had obediently handed over all the Behemoth Clan's Battle Techniques, as well as the second volume of archery techniques that Gan Jin had long sought but never obtained.

“Gan Jin, I need to return to the Fen Tu family,” Fen Tu Kuang Ge’s expression grew serious. “My Sixth Uncle is a man who would risk his very life for the glory of the family. A man willing to sacrifice himself would certainly not hesitate to sacrifice others.”

“My brother is maddened now, and I need to go back to the family,” Fen Tu Kuang Ge sighed and continued. “No one knows what else my Sixth Uncle might devise. Since he intends to sacrifice my elder brother, he will do anything.”

“I will go back with you,” Gan Jin interrupted. “A person who commands your respect must be a remarkable individual. There is still some time before the Newcomer King Tournament; we can afford to delay for a day or two.”

“Gan Jin…”

“The Fen Tu family?” Duan Feng Er Bu laughed. “I’ve heard of that War God family of common warriors for ages. I must see it for myself. Kuang Ge, you don’t need to say another word.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Gan Jin turned to look at Yi. “You stay here and watch the house for Jia Ying. Lei, you’re coming with me to the Fen Tu house.”

Yi nodded mournfully. He was a common warrior too! He also wanted to see the legendary Fen Tu family! Who in this era would dare provoke Luo Qing Qing’s merchant guild now? The news of the frequent annihilation of those Northern Waste bandit gangs in recent days had already spread across the territories of the Demon Race, the Zhen Ce Dynasty, and the Barbarians.