Wan Lei had nothing to fear. The Wan family's escape route had been arranged. Even if those few families went to destroy the Wan family, his city protection array could hold off even tribulation-crossing old monsters for a while. By then, the Wan family would have long since evacuated.
He himself could lie in wait near those families. As long as no tribulation-crossing old monsters appeared, even if they were Mahayana stage powerhouses, he could kill them one by one until those families were severely wounded.
If the opponent was few in number, he would kill. If they were many, he would run. He had teleportation arrays, so what was there to fear?
Young Master Lei's attitude was straightforward and fearless. He wasn't afraid of them.
"Hmph!"
Patriarch Liu was filled with frustration and turned to leave.
He had stayed here intending to discipline and punish Wan Lei, using the Wan family as leverage to force him into submission. However, he had instead been served several steaming hot cups of dung, losing face and being unable to do anything about Wan Lei.
Figuring that if he said any more, he'd have to endure a few more steaming hot cups of dung, which he wasn't fond of, Patriarch Liu decided to leave. He turned and departed.
Seeing that the strongest, the Liu family, had left, the other clan leaders felt there was no point in staying. They each glared at Wan Lei before also leaving.
Now, only the sect masters of Kui Lian Sect and Yin Yang Sect remained.
"There's nothing else, Dad. We're going back to the sect,"
Fang Xiaoyu waved at her father.
"You come back here!"
Old Fang grabbed Fang Xiaoyu's small hand and yanked her back.
"What?"
Fang Xiaoyu rubbed her aching hand, pouting her lips high, and glared fiercely at Old Fang.
"Those few families are targeting you now, and you still dare to run around? What if they send people to ambush you? Come home with me."
"Old Fang, that's not right,"
The sect master of Kui Lian Sect glared at Old Fang with beautiful eyes and pointed at him.
"Are you looking down on our Kui Lian Sect and Yin Yang Sect, or what? Do you think we can't protect the two of them?"
"Exactly. With our strength, we don't really put ordinary Mahayana stage cultivators in our eyes. They can't possibly send tribulation-crossers to kill us, can they?
This is the Central Region, and we can escape at any time.
Just like you,"
Fang Xiaoyu poked Old Fang's chest with her finger.
"You might not be able to defeat us now."
"Oh? How about we spar?"
Feeling scorned by his own daughter, Old Fang was immediately angered and decided to let her know what paternal love was like.
"Aren't you ashamed, Old Fang? You're so old, and you still hit your children. Come on, Xiaoyu, let's go back."
The sect master of Kui Lian Sect glared fiercely at Old Fang.
"I..."
Old Fang was furious.
"You two only know how to run around and cause trouble every day. This time, you must come back with me. I'll keep an eye on you two, lest you run out again one day and get killed."
"Hey, you want to confine us?"
Fang Xiaoyu's eyes widened, and anger flared on her face.
Seeing his daughter getting angry, Old Fang's imposing manner immediately deflated. He decided to try the soft approach if the hard one didn't work.
"Your mother hasn't seen you for so many years. You only know how to run around outside, never caring about home. How many times has your mother secretly shed tears missing you? Don't you care about your mother at all?"
"I..."
Fang Xiaoyu lowered her head, a look of guilt and self-reproach appearing on her face. She glanced at Wan Lei, wanting to say something but stopping herself.
"In a few more days, it will be your grandmother's two-thousandth birthday. I should have handled it personally, but because I was waiting for you two, I've been stuck here for over a year. I don't know how the family handled it or if it went well.
If it wasn't done well, it will all be your fault.
Your grandmother is celebrating her birthday, and if you don't come back, then don't ever come home again. My Fang family has no such unfilial descendant."
"Don't say any more."
Fang Xiaoyu pouted, looking extremely wronged.
"I can go back, but let's make one thing clear: if I hit someone, you're not allowed to stop me."
"Hit someone? Who are you going to hit when you go back home? What do you want to do? Try hitting someone!"
"Well... what if someone looks down on Wan Lei, deliberately provokes him, or says some gossip? Am I not allowed to beat them up?"
As soon as she said this, Old Fang's brow furrowed. After thinking for a moment, he asked,
"You haven't been willing to come home all these years because you were afraid someone in the family would look down on Wan Lei?"
Upon hearing this, Wan Lei looked at Fang Xiaoyu in surprise, feeling a lump in his throat and a surge of emotion.
So, she had been afraid that people would despise him, afraid that they would say he was a bumpkin from a small family, afraid that her family would look down on him, which was why she hadn't returned home for so many years.
She is truly... Sister Xiaoyu is too thoughtful.
But there's a problem...
Going back to the Fang family was the best opportunity before. Back then, his strength was weak, and many people would surely have looked down on him or provoked him. Then he could feign weakness, and when those people's arrogance reached its peak, he could then erupt in anger and slap them across the face.
The onlookers would exclaim how amazing Wan Lei was, that he was so terrifying at such a young age, and then he would enjoy the widespread admiration and the resentful gazes of the defeated villains, maximizing the satisfaction for both himself and the readers, achieving the best effect of showing off.
But now, he had already killed ten Mahayana stage powerhouses with his Nascent Soul cultivation, and now he was at the Primordial Spirit stage. The Fang family had at most one or two tribulation-crossing old monsters. Would they come to trouble a junior like him?
But if no tribulation-crossing old monsters appeared, who below the Mahayana stage would dare to provoke him so carelessly? Wouldn't they be afraid of being slapped to death by him?
Now, the entire Fang family had witnessed his talent and combat power. As long as they weren't traitors loyal to other families, everyone would welcome him with 100% certainty. Who would abandon or drive away a potential son-in-law who might become the Lei Emperor?
Moreover, this son-in-law and another peerless prodigy of their own family were a couple. Driving away one meant driving away two. What kind of family would be so foolish as to destroy their own foundation?
How could the plot of a son-in-law novel be written like this? How could the humiliation and subsequent counterattack be foreshadowed?
Wife, we're going home too late.
Fang Xiaoyu, oblivious to Wan Lei's regret and internal roar, continued speaking to herself.
"We're only at the Primordial Spirit realm now, and those stubborn old fossils in the clan will surely be blind..."
"Face is earned, not given. If you just think others will look down on you, why don't you make them look up to you instead?
If you're worried about this, will you only come home after you become an immortal? So that the whole family has to kneel to welcome you?"
Fang Xiaoyu lowered her head and remained silent. Old Fang sighed. It's true that a married daughter is like splashed water; she thinks of her own man in everything.
Bah, she's not married yet.
"Let's go, let's go home. With the strength of you two, you can easily take seats as elders.
This time, you killed ten Mahayana cultivators and saved over a thousand Fang family members. They would have to be utterly ungrateful to provoke you. That won't happen.
Come, go home with Dad."