The reason was simple: Xiao Yunting's mother had never been Xiao Chonglou's wife.
After Xiao Chonglou heard of Xiao Yunting's growing reputation and noticed that the young man's appearance somewhat resembled his own, he investigated and discovered that Xiao Yunting was his son.
Xiao Chonglou had neither sons nor daughters. Upon learning the truth, he immediately came to find him.
Of course, it wasn't because he suddenly felt deep paternal affection.
Rather, Xiao Yunting was useful to him.
"Word has it that you were humiliated by the Holy Son of Yun Tian in Yun Tian Holy Land."
"Do you want to trample the Yun Tian Holy Son beneath your feet?"
"If you do, I can help you."
Xiao Chonglou wasted no time with pleasantries and went straight to the point.
Hearing this, Xiao Yunting fell silent.
He had always believed that Xiao Chonglou was a heartless man who had abandoned his wife and child.
He had never imagined that his mother and Xiao Chonglou had merely shared a brief romantic encounter.
"I don't believe you."
The revelation struck him hard.
He simply couldn't accept that his mother had lied to him.
When he was young, she had told him countless stories about Xiao Chonglou.
How could it all have been based on a one-night affair?
"I have no reason to lie to you."
"As a Saint Realm Ninth-Layer cultivator, I would never have deliberately abandoned an ordinary mortal woman—especially one carrying my child."
"Even if I didn't love your mother, I would have helped both of you for your sake."
"At the very least, I would have brought you back with me instead of leaving you to live such a miserable life."
His voice was deep and steady.
Then a terrifying pressure erupted from him.
Boom!
Unable to withstand the pressure, Xiao Yunting dropped to his knees.
He couldn't move at all.
Yet the pain in his heart was far worse than the burden crushing his body.
Everything he had believed in was a lie.
His mother had deceived him all along.
"I'll ask you one more time."
"Do you want to crush the Yun Tian Holy Son beneath your feet?"
"If you do, I will do everything in my power to help you."
"If not, I won't force you."
Xiao Chonglou withdrew his pressure and calmly waited for an answer.
Xiao Yunting struggled internally.
His miserable childhood made it difficult for him to accept Xiao Chonglou.
Yet the overwhelming strength of the Yun Tian Holy Son was undeniable.
If he relied solely on himself, he might never surpass him.
This was an opportunity.
A chance to rise above the Holy Son.
After a long silence, he spoke:
"The Yun Tian Holy Son has the backing of Yun Tian Holy Land, with endless resources at his disposal."
"His talent is extraordinary."
"Even ancient royal clans of the demon race wouldn't dare claim they could easily suppress him."
"Why should I believe that you can help me surpass him?"
"Even if you're a Saint Realm Ninth-Layer cultivator, what are you compared to those ancient royal clans?"
Though he hadn't answered directly, his intentions were clear.
Xiao Chonglou understood.
He decided not to press further.
"Yun Tian Holy Land? Ancient royal clans?"
"They're nothing."
A trace of contempt appeared on Xiao Chonglou's face.
"If I choose to help you, surpassing the Yun Tian Holy Son is inevitable."
He produced an ancient, tattered manual.
"This is the Heaven-Supporting Demonic Art."
"It was created by a mighty Emperor Realm expert."
"Master this cultivation technique, and surpassing the Yun Tian Holy Son will be trivial."
"You may even become one of the strongest beings in the world."
Xiao Yunting sneered.
"If it's really that powerful, why aren't you the strongest person in the world?"
If the technique were truly as heaven-defying as Xiao Chonglou claimed, he would have already dominated the Tianxuan World.
Why waste time persuading others?
Xiao Chonglou merely smiled.
"I expected you'd ask that."
"This technique isn't something anyone can learn."
"If I could cultivate it, Yun Tian Holy Land and those ancient royal clans would already be beneath my feet."
Xiao Yunting replied sarcastically:
"If even you can't cultivate it, why do you think I can?"
"Do you believe my talent surpasses yours?"
"You're a Saint Realm Ninth-Layer expert."
"I'm merely at the Emperor Realm."
He wasn't stupid.
If the Heaven-Supporting Demonic Art were truly that incredible, Xiao Chonglou wouldn't hand it over so casually.
"Whether you can learn it, I don't know."
"But this is your opportunity."
"The only opportunity you'll ever have to surpass the Yun Tian Holy Son."
"The choice is yours."
"You are a disciple of Yun Tian Holy Land."
"You know better than anyone how powerful he is."
"If you continue cultivating the normal way, the Holy Land will always prioritize him."
"The best resources will go to him—not you."
"At your current pace, you'll never surpass him."
Xiao Yunting fell silent again.
Because he knew it was true.
The Holy Son's cultivation was higher.
His talent was greater.
How could he ever catch up?
After all, while he worked hard, the Holy Son wasn't just going to stop cultivating.
If Fang Chen knew what Xiao Yunting was thinking, he would probably say:
"Actually, I am lying around doing nothing."
"The difference is that I get rewards for it."
"Annoying, isn't it?"
"The Heaven-Supporting Demonic Art will stay with you."
"If you're willing to live forever beneath the shadow of the Yun Tian Holy Son, then burn it."
"But if you truly wish to surpass him..."
"Why not try?"
"Even if you fail, you'll lose nothing."
As Xiao Chonglou's voice faded, his figure gradually disappeared.
Moments later, everything returned to normal.
Xiao Yunting was shocked to discover that nothing in the room had been damaged.
Even the table before him remained untouched.
It was as if everything that had happened had been an illusion.
Yet the old cultivation manual lying on the table proved otherwise.
"Master..."
"Was Xiao Chonglou really a Saint Realm Ninth-Layer cultivator?"
he asked.
"What Xiao Chonglou?"
"What Saint Realm Ninth Layer?"
Old Ming looked confused.
Xiao Yunting's heart sank.
Even his master hadn't noticed anything?
After hesitating, he recounted the entire encounter.
When he finished, Old Ming's voice trembled:
"Did you just say..."
"Xiao Chonglou is your father?"
Xiao Yunting frowned.
His master's reaction was strange.
It sounded as though he knew Xiao Chonglou.
And feared him.
"You'd be hard-pressed to find anyone who doesn't know Xiao Chonglou."
Old Ming took a deep breath.
"Have you ever heard of the Heavenly Demon Sect?"
"Of course."
"Who in the Tianxuan World hasn't?"
"They're enemies of the entire world."
"The moment they appear, every major power joins forces to hunt them down."
"Master..."
"Why are you asking about them?"
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