Chapter 770: Chapter 767: The Hero’s Downfall
In the next moment, as Huang Shangtian seriously guided his True Qi through the first route altered by Xiao Tian, he felt an explosive tremor within, causing him to emit a muffled grunt, yet his eyes glowed as if he had won the lottery.
Because after that tremor, Huang Shangtian perceived every meridian in his body trembling incessantly, with waves of True Qi surging forth, breaking through the bottleneck that had been insurmountable for over a year!
"Thank you!" Huang Shangtian bowed solemnly towards Xiao Tian. Observing his posture, no one would doubt that if not for being inside the carriage, he might have knelt to express his gratitude.
"You haven’t broken through for a long time and the accumulated True Qi and medicinal power of the Heavenly and Earthly Treasures are significant, so it’s best to stabilize yourself first," Xiao Tian said casually, without the slightest hint of arrogance.
"Yes!"
Huang Shangtian replied with cupped fists, as if receiving the highest command.
Seeing Huang Shangtian’s demeanor, Lin Bingxuan couldn’t help but remark in wonder. If people’s minds were so pure, there wouldn’t be so many with ulterior motives in the world!
However, despite her sentiments, Lin Bingxuan understood that someone like Huang Shangtian, while pure with few personal desires, could be naïve and easily deceived.
In fact, if Xiao Tian had harbored ill intentions earlier, there were at least five ways to make Huang Shangtian die without knowing how.
Yet he didn’t do so. This doesn’t prove one’s goodness but reveals one’s nature.
After her musings, Lin Bingxuan began to remain vigilant, aware that it was far from time to relax; another fierce battle was likely, and she couldn’t afford to make any mistakes.
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Elsewhere, Huang Feihu was presiding over a meeting at the Huang Family’s reception hall, issuing orders passed along by Huang Qisheng, creating an atmosphere of tension yet ordered efficiency.
Even though Huang Qisheng didn’t understand why, with the Seventh Old Master present, they still needed to mobilize so extensively, he had no choice but to carry out Huang Feihu’s orders meticulously, ensuring everything was in place personally.
"Is everything ready?" Huang Feihu asked with a calm demeanor, as Huang Qisheng entered from the hall’s entrance.
"All set!" Huang Qisheng replied emphatically: "According to your orders, all the family experts are in position. They are now assembled at their assigned points, leaving no blind spots!"
"Good!" Huang Feihu stood up boldly, "Two people want to storm my Huang Family’s mansion; I’ll ensure they don’t leave!"
With that, an awe-inspiring aura emanated from him, causing Huang Qisheng, closest to him, to feel a chill: "Are you planning to act personally?!"
Huang Feihu neither confirmed nor denied, simply standing still, exuding a commanding presence.
Outsiders considered the Flying Tiger Institute the Huang Family’s top combat force, thinking Huang Feihu only had some combat skills, never hearing of him engaging in fights personally.
As expected, typically, a head of a family like him wouldn’t personally engage in combat, as it seemed beneath his stature!
However, only a few knew that Huang Feihu, during his early travels, was actually a top-tier expert, unmatched even by the elite of the Flying Tiger Institute.
After returning to the Northern Border and assuming the head of the Huang Family, he had no opportunities to get involved personally, and he deliberately kept his prowess hidden, so much so that even his sons were unaware of his formidable strength!
Feeling his aura growing more intense, Huang Qisheng wisely moved back a couple of steps to avoid Huang Feihu’s pressure.
A moment later, Huang Feihu retracted his aura, noticing Huang Qisheng standing two steps farther back, feeling a sense of lament over the decline of a hero.
Among his sons, Nine Sons Huang Shangtian, although powerful, was solely focused on personal strength, suitable only as a guardian of the estate.
The youngest son, Huang Xiadi, was a hedonist indulging in women, though fortunately sensible enough not to act against the family under external influence.
The others were all engaged in maintaining family businesses but managing such a large family was challenging regardless.
Ultimately, only the third son, Huang Qisheng, stood out, meeting Huang Feihu’s expectations, gradually showing the poise and equanimity expected of a family head.
Though he still seemed immature, Huang Feihu was confident in molding him into a capable head.
Still, Huang Qisheng’s overly rational and calm nature dissatisfied Huang Feihu.
Perhaps Huang Qisheng’s methodical analysis of pros and cons before every decision didn’t sit well with him.
This nature isn’t bad but goes against Huang Feihu’s intentions.
Having been head of the Huang family for many years, he knows well that no singular trait defines a capable head, including himself.
According to Huang Feihu, a truly qualified family head should be unpredictable, remaining calm when needed but fiery when the time arises. Being static leads to opponents seeing through you.
Only by keeping opponents guessing about your actions and responses can one fit the role of a family head!
But now, he believed that Huang Qisheng could only achieve thus far, fearing further changes would undo previous efforts.
Sighing internally, Huang Feihu recalled those six words, ’Do your best, accept fate...’
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Huang Feihu remained silent and still, unaware of how much time had passed, while Huang Qisheng beside him started to shift uncomfortably from standing too long.
Until a figure entered the room, breaking the torturous silence.
"Patriarch, they are about to reach the entrance!"
Upon hearing the report, Huang Feihu waved a hand: "Open the gates and welcome our guests from afar!"
"Yes!"
The reporting individual responded with cupped fists, then quickly exited the reception hall.
Huang Feihu slowly sat at the head seat, suppressing his inner thoughts, putting on a naturally authoritative face, quietly awaiting Xiao Tian’s arrival.
In truth, Huang Feihu felt somewhat unfair, a sentiment heightened upon seeing the descendants of the Zhong Family.
Why are the perfect heirs always from someone else’s family?!
Yet outwardly, he could never admit his children fell short of others.
Suddenly, Huang Feihu remembered Zhong Aiguo’s response, clenching his fists tightly.
