Published: March 8, 2025
CHAPTER 98: Too Difficult to Manage
The title of the last chapter was wrong; it should have been Chapter 97. The latest chapter of the Sanctum was mistakenly written as 98, while this chapter is actually 98. The title can't be changed, so please bear with it.
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Chu Yang stood in front of the pavilion, turning to look at Chu Tenghu and Chu Tengjiao, his gaze sharp and cold: "Do you two not care at all about the blood ties between us?"
He spoke in a low voice: "I know you hate my return because it may infringe upon your interests, but remember, grudges are grudges, and hatred is hatred. Blood flows from the same source, and that cannot be changed. Even if we face each other with drawn blades, we are still one root."
Coldness rose within Chu Yang, a murderous intent pervaded the air, yet he still managed to control himself and spoke these words.
This statement was less of an admonishment to the two of them and more of Chu Yang forcing himself, forcing his own killing intent!
Because Chu Yang knew exactly how these two would respond.
Did he even need to think about it?
As expected, Chu Tenghu let out a cold snicker, mocking: "Blood ties? In the face of the massive interests of the entire family, you still have the leisure to talk about blood ties? You're about to die, do you really think those two words can save you? Chu Yang, I must admire you; you’ve been outside for eighteen years and have become foolish."
Chu Yang silently smiled and murmured, “In the face of the massive interests of the entire family, you still have the leisure to talk about blood ties? You’re about to die; do you really think those two words can save you?”
Then he smiled sincerely and said, “Thank you for the reminder.”
Behind him, a sturdy man had appeared out of nowhere, coldly saying: "Thirteenth Master has been waiting for a long time. What are you still dragging your feet for?"
Chu Tenghu forced a smile: "Let's push him in then."
Saying that, he shoved Chu Yang from behind.
At that moment, the door opened.
Chu Yang's first glance landed on Ye Wubo.
This was the person who might very well be the mastermind behind his eighteen years of wandering, the one he had fantasized about countless times.
Ye Wubo was dressed in black, his face gaunt. As he looked over, it felt as if ghostly flames had ignited before Chu Yang's eyes. In an instant, the latest chapter of the Sanctum felt filled with eerie whispers, as if they were born in a desolate graveyard.
"You are Chu Yang?" Ye Wubo looked at him with a grim gaze, but his voice was surprisingly gentle. In fact, it elicited an immediate sense of familiarity within one's heart upon hearing it.
Chu Yang's heart stirred: This Ye Wubo, right from the start, was implementing mental manipulation on him. His voice clearly contained a long-simmering spiritual fluctuation, very subtle and cautious. It was evident that this was only the beginning.
"I am Chu Yang." Chu Yang smiled lightly: "Second Uncle, you're here too. Weren't you coming for drinks? Who is this?"
Chu Feilong's face was like ice: "You still want to drink?"
Ye Wubo waved his hand, a hint of a smile emerging in his cold eyes. He saw clearly that the youth who entered had no cultivation level at all.
"Chu Yang... hmm, son of Chu Feiling... ha ha, not bad." Ye Wubo even chuckled twice, saying: "Please sit down."
Chu Yang nodded and took a seat opposite him.
"Quite bold, and your temperament is commendable." Ye Wubo praised: "With a son like Chu Feiling, it can be said to be a source of comfort."
In the heavy and oppressive atmosphere of the entire room, any ordinary person would have likely been scared to the point of trembling. Just the intangible pressure would drive someone mad.
Yet, facing several lord-level experts, Chu Yang maintained his composure. Such self-control surpassed that of an ordinary person by a significant margin. No wonder Ye Shisan had genuinely praised him.
Ye Shisan turned to Chu Feilong and said, "This kid is stronger than your three sons!"
Chu Feilong's face twitched.