44: Sword of Vengeance

A Dragon's roar rang out.

Nangong Tianyue's arm went numb.

His fair arm seemed to have been slashed by something, and several bloodstains appeared.

A wave of intense pain shot through his fingers.

He wanted to grab his Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Sword, but when he reached out, he grasped nothing but air.

The Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Sword had already fallen to the ground.

Looking at his injured hand, anger and unwillingness filled Nangong Tianyue's eyes.

Zhong Mingyi stared at the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Sword lying on the ground, wanting to go over and pick it up.

As soon as he shifted his hips to move, he was stopped by his father's gaze.

Zhong Mingyi's mouth twitched, and he suppressed his greed.

Although the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Sword was good, it was not his, and he could not take it.

Putting away the Seven Killing Divine Sword, Yang Yi shook his head slightly.

"The two of you are no match for me."

"Let the others from Opening Heaven Gate come."

"Just now, Han Feijue said he was the tenth-ranked expert. I wonder what your ranking is?"

Nangong Tianyue picked up the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Sword and said coldly, "I am ranked seventh."

"Seventh?" Yang Yi was quite surprised.

As expected of one of the Twelve Sects; experts were as numerous as clouds.

Two young Disciples had forced him to use the second sword of the Seven Killing Divine Sword. Remarkable.

If the person ranked first were to come, would he be able to defeat them?

Even if he could defeat them, how many people in Opening Heaven Gate were older than them? And how many could he defeat?

The feeling of being isolated and helpless made Yang Yi sigh softly.

However, in the eyes of Han Feijue and Nangong Tianyue, Yang Yi's sigh seemed to be out of pity for them, or perhaps mockery.

The two of them left in silence, without leaving behind a single harsh word.

Zhong Yueshan looked at his son indifferently and said earnestly, "Now you know how powerful Yang Yi is, don't you?"

"With your meager skills, you are vulnerable before him. Hurry up and apologize to Yang Yi."

Zhong Mingyi nodded obediently, knelt on one knee, and admitted his mistake to Yang Yi.

After he finished speaking while kneeling, Zhong Yueshan brought up the previous matter again.

"Yang Yi, what do you think about my son staying by your side?"

Yang Yi did not answer directly but instead asked Zhong Mingyi, "Are you willing?"

Zhong Mingyi was unwilling in his heart, but he dared not go against his father's wishes.

Moreover, he thought to himself that by staying by Yang Yi's side, he might be able to learn Yang Yi's skills.

Perhaps, in the future, he would have a chance to steal his Seven Injury Divine Sword.

At the very least, by staying by Yang Yi's side, he could understand and get to know him. As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.

Finally, he nodded vigorously and looked at Yang Yi, saying sincerely, "I am willing to stay by your side."

"Then are you willing to become my foster son?" Yang Yi asked again.

Zhong Mingyi was stunned and looked at his father in confusion.

When they were about to come, his father had discussed this issue with him. According to his father's plan, he was supposed to take Yang Yi as his master.

Even if he didn't take Yang Yi as his master, he was supposed to be on equal footing with Yang Yi, as brothers or friends.

But how did it suddenly become a father-son relationship? He absolutely could not agree to this.

Zhong Yueshan also did not expect Yang Yi to do this.

The reason he wanted Yang Yi to accept his son as a foster son was to force Yang Yi to let his son follow him.

However, he believed that given Yang Yi's personality, he would never do such a thing. Yet, Yang Yi had done exactly that.

He was in a difficult position and pondered, saying, "Is there no other way?"

Yang Yi shrugged his shoulders and said very sincerely, "I am not willing to let Zhong Mingyi stay by my side."

"You should be able to see that this kid has ill intentions. If he stays by my side, I'm afraid it would be like raising a tiger that will eventually turn on me."

"But you have been good to me. I cannot refuse to give you Face. However, I cannot keep him just for the sake of Face."

"Therefore, the only way to keep him is for him to acknowledge me as his foster father. As long as he has the mettle for that, I will let him stay by my side."

Now all the problems fell upon Zhong Mingyi. Whether to leave or stay was also up to him.

Zhong Mingyi glared fiercely at Yang Yi. He did not expect that his thoughts had been completely guessed by him.

He felt that Yang Yi was deliberately toying with him and making things difficult for him. He even thought that his father wanted to teach him a lesson and make him retreat in the Face of difficulty.

Should he leave or stay? After much thought, he gritted his teeth and decided to follow Yang Yi.

Because if he went back with his father, his father would still control him. He had long been fed up with his father's control. He had long wanted to leave home, but his father would never let him.

Now he could leave his father and secretly trip Yang Yi up. It was the best of both worlds.

Thinking of this, he hardened his heart and bowed his head directly. The moment he looked up, his eyes were almost red.

"Foster father, please let me stay by your side."

Yang Yi and Zhong Yueshan looked at each other, both smiling bitterly.

They knew very well that for Zhong Yueshan to be so ruthless, there must be a purpose. As for what that purpose was, both of them knew it in their hearts without needing to say it.

Zhong Yueshan was more worried about his son, fearing that one day he would truly anger Yang Yi completely and be killed.

Yang Ming did not expect that Zhong Mingyi would really call Yang Yi foster father. The two were clearly of similar age, yet now they had become father and son.

If this got out, wouldn't it be a laughingstock? How could Zhong Mingyi have the Face to see others?

Just at this moment, Zhong Mingyi stood up, patted the non-existent dust off his knees, and sat down beside Yang Yi with a chuckle, personally pouring a cup of tea for Yang Yi.

"Foster father, please have some tea."

After saying this, he sat on the chair in a bold and unrestrained manner and looked at Yang Ming not far away, tapping the table lightly.

"Yang Ming, I am considered a young master of the Yang family now, right?"

Yang Ming nodded hurriedly. "Yes, yes, you are the young master of the Yang family."

"Then what are you still standing there for? Why don't you pour tea for this young master?"

Yang Ming was slightly startled, then hurriedly came before Zhong Mingyi and poured him a cup of tea. "Young master, please have some tea."

Zhong Mingyi's unhappiness was alleviated a lot. Pouring tea for Yang Yi earlier had made him extremely uncomfortable. Now that the person most trusted by Yang Yi was pouring tea for him and calling him young master, he had finally managed to score a point back.

Drinking the tea that Yang Ming had poured for him, he felt that this tea was more fragrant and sweeter than any tea he had ever drunk before.

Zhong Yueshan did not stay long in this place. He pulled Yang Yi to a secluded spot and asked him to take good care of his son and educate him well.

After seeing off Zhong Yueshan, Yang Yi had Yang Ming arrange a place for Zhong Mingyi to stay.

Because he knew Zhong Mingyi's personality, he specifically instructed Yang Ming in front of Zhong Mingyi.

"Although he is a young master of the Yang family, you do not need to be polite to him. Just treat him as a member of the Yang family."

"If he does something wrong, punish him as you should, beat him as you should. If he needs to be kicked out of the Yang family, then kick him out. If he does something that rouses the indignation of both gods and men, just kill him."