"Yang Feilong? The Xiao family's son-in-law is the famous Yang Feilong?"
"Yang Feilong reportedly fought with the young disciples of the Yang family long ago. But why is Yang Feilong's strength so formidable? It's unbelievably powerful."
"Indeed. Judging by the conversation between Yang Feilong and Yang Pingtian, do these two have a secret? Could Yang Feilong be Yang Pingtian's illegitimate son?"
"What illegitimate son? Yang Pingtian isn't married and has no women. How can he have an illegitimate son?"
"Having a child without being married, what else could it be but an illegitimate son?"
Previously, when the Yang family members first learned of Yang Feilong's identity, they were stifled and depressed. But upon hearing some people's analyses, they became bewildered. This person who defied their family, defied them so thoroughly, and the one who embarrassed the Yang family today might be one of their own?
Could there be anything more dramatic?
But if he were an illegitimate son, it would completely explain why he hated their Yang family so much!
Their own girlfriend was forcefully taken by their Yang family, and their family's young disciples repeatedly sought trouble with him. Although he beat them every time, it was their family members who caused the trouble.
Furthermore, he wasn't raised by their family. Thinking of it this way, they could understand.
"It shouldn't be, right? He doesn't resemble Pingtian much!"
"Boys take after their mothers. Perhaps Yang Feilong resembles his mother more, which is why Yang Pingtian became so agitated and instead of getting angry, spoke in a subservient tone."
Many people were discussing and analyzing animatedly. Only Luo Xiangning's face was filled with bitterness: "Yang Feilong, he's Yang Pingtian's son?"
Among those present, only she had seen Li Xiuzhu's true face. She could tell that Yang Feilong resembled Li Xiuzhu in many ways, and partly Yang Pingtian. Coupled with his name, Yang Feilong, and his personality being a complete replica of Yang Pingtian in his youth, she was already certain they were father and son.
"They already have a child, and the child is almost twenty years old and so outstanding. What's the point of my years of waiting?" At this moment, Li Xiuzhu's exceptionally beautiful face was filled with bewilderment.
...
"Your mother is Li Xiuzhu?" In a room, Yang Pingtian looked at Yang Feilong with nervousness and apprehension.
"Yes!" Yang Feilong glanced at him and nodded.
As expected.
"Then, your father is..." Yang Pingtian asked Yang Feilong with a trembling voice. He hadn't looked for Li Xiuzhu all these years. He didn't know if she had married someone else and had Yang Feilong, or if Yang Feilong was his child. Although Yang Feilong's surname was Yang, what if the man she married also had the surname Yang? Or for other reasons?
Yang Feilong fell silent for a moment, then took out the jade pendant.
Yang Pingtian looked at the familiar yet strange jade pendant, his fingers trembling, wanting to touch it but feeling timid.
The next moment, Yang Feilong activated the inscription image hidden within the jade pendant. It didn't require activation the first time, but to view it again, special activation would be needed.
The next moment, the image Yang Feilong had seen yesterday replayed.
Seeing that familiar face again, Yang Pingtian's eyes welled up with tears. He murmured words like "Xiuzhu, Xiuzhu, I miss you so much." When he heard some of the explanations within.
Yang Pingtian's tears poured out: "Xiuzhu, what difficulty did you have? Why didn't you tell me! Why, why?"
"Because you were too weak!" Yang Feilong looked at his father, who was crying like a child, his own eyes turning red. He forcefully held back his tears.
This sentence, however, felt like a sharp knife piercing Yang Pingtian's heart.
"Yes, I was too weak. I strived for twenty years to break through to the Xiantian realm, but when your mother and I first met, she was already at the Xiantian realm. And at that time, she was only eighteen. Many of my martial arts skills were taught by her," Yang Pingtian said softly, lowering his head with a dejected expression.
"But she shouldn't have hidden it from me. She had a child, so why would she rather send you to strangers than to me!"
"Because she was afraid you would impulsively go find her!" Yang Feilong said expressionlessly, "That way, you would have died."
"But without her, living is like walking dead. What's the point? I might as well do something for her. Even if I died, I would be content," Yang Pingtian said with a bitter, gritted smile, as if death meant nothing to him.
At this moment, he was excited, ecstatic. Because she didn't truly stop loving him; she did it to protect him, and she had even borne him a child. He wanted to see her, find her, and tell her that he had deeply loved her all these years, without the slightest change.
"You're not afraid of death, not afraid of the Yang family being uprooted. Aren't you afraid that I would be buried with them?" Yang Feilong sneered, "No wonder my mother said she was worried you would act impulsively!"
"I, I..." It was as if a basin of ice water had been poured over his heart. Yang Pingtian's expression faltered, and he dejectedly lowered his head. Yes, why didn't she give the child to him? Wasn't it because she was worried he would do something foolish?
She was still as virtuous as ever, thinking of him and those around him.
Except for her jealousy and her dislike of him being too close to other women, she had no other flaws. She was the most perfect goddess in his heart.
"Knowing that she might be imprisoned by the family, can I only watch helplessly? If that's the case, I'll go crazy!" Yang Pingtian ran his hands through his hair, in immense pain.
It was one thing not to know before, but now that he knew, if he didn't go look for her, he would suffer even more!
"With your strength, what can you do besides go to your death? Why not channel your grief into strength and improve your cultivation?" Yang Feilong said with a long sigh, looking at the pained Yang Pingtian.
"My talent is indeed not bad, but it will likely take decades to break through to the Dan realm. I can't wait that long!" Yang Pingtian said with a look of dejection.
"If you can't do it, I will!" Yang Feilong said calmly.
"You..." Only then did Yang Pingtian realize something. His son now possessed the strength of the mid-stage Zunwu realm. How old was he? Calculating the time, he was less than twenty years old. Give him a few years, and he might break through to the Dan realm!
"I'm less than three months away from my twentieth birthday. Before my twentieth birthday, surpassing your strength will be no problem! In three years, at most three years, my strength will not be inferior to the Dan realm, and then I will save Mother! You just need to wait for three years. Twenty years have already passed. Now that you have hope in your heart, can you not persevere?" Yang Feilong said in a deep voice.
"Yes, before I was muddled, only cultivating and spacing out. Now that I have hope, why can't I do it?" Yang Pingtian mumbled blankly after hearing his son's words.
Soon, he collected his complex thoughts and stared blankly at his son.
His biological son.
His son was working hard to save his mother. As her man, her only man, why should he give up?