40 Autumns Fragrance, A Frigid Heart of Snow 2 (1/2)

”Who!?”

Wei Xuan roared with anger upon hearing the doors wrenched open, a surge of silver light speeding towards the intruder. The stream of silver possessed incomparable malice, all traces of elegance masked under the dense intention of murder.

Facing the silver light blazing towards his direction at a swift speed, the intruder yelped before spreading out his arms to his sides, faint undulations of spiritual essence as two threads of azure and scarlet coiled around his wrists.

The threads of spiritual essence merging into a single point at the center of the palms, the intruder curled his fingers into a tight fist. Taking a step forward with his left foot, the intruder crossed his arms before his chest, the left arm overlapping over the right.

The back of the palm acting as an impetus, the right elbow swung the arm to clasp the right fist within the left palm, creating two pale, illusory disks that expanded before the intruder's figure.

The disks of scarlet and azure light rapidly phased between the other as the stream of silver crashed into the conjoined layer, a shockwave of spiritual essence exploding outwards with a horizontal shear from the impact. With a scream, the intruding figure was hurled towards the doors of the study, the twin disks of scarlet and azure shattered to fragments within a single strike.

The silver stream dashed towards the intruder without mercy, intending to deliver the finishing strike.

”Father, ah, are you trying to kill your own son!?”

Hearing the cry escape the intruder's lips, Wei Xuan blinked twice in surprise, momentarily at a loss to speak. Loosening his control over the manifested spiritual essence, the silver stream gradually dissipated upon losing contact with the creator.

The intruder hastily released a sigh of relief, his body deflating. As the figure moved closer towards the depths of the study, it was indeed the Second Young Master, though his appearance could be called ragged at best.

”Chang Luo?”

Wei Xuan called out in surprise upon realizing the identity of the figure. However, his eyes narrowed in befuddlement and the minister couldn't help but furrow his brows.

”Chang Luo,” Wei Xuan asked in a questioning tone, assessing the youth from head to toe. ”Why are you in such poor…dress?”

Pu!

Wei Chang Luo couldn't help but involuntarily shudder, the urge to vomit blood threatening to overcome his mental control.

Father, oh Father, the poor youth grumbled in his heart as he stared desolately at the ragged clothes on his body. If you weren't so intent on killing your own son, would I have ended this way? Wei Chang Luo screamed in his heart.

”…why aren't you saying anything?”

”AH! Fa ~ ther!”

The youth screamed, waving his arms in the air in indignation as he plopped down onto his buttocks. His eyes scanning over the study's interior as he searched for a spare pair of clothes to change into, Wei Chang Luo leaned against a table leg, adopting an expression of defeat.

”That attack was plainly an act of bullying the juniors!” he cried with a vindictive expression.

”Such a powerful attack on someone who's only at the peak of Foundation Establishment, and you're complaining that I'm too weak?”

”If the technique isn't lackluster in quality,” Wei Xuan mocked in a dry tone, directing an amused glance towards the fuming youngster. ”Then the operator is. Don't tell me those twin shrimps of fire and ice are supposed to be your almighty technique?”

”Your son is only at the first level!” Wei Chang Luo rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

”It's natural for the spiritual essence to be thin when they converge, I need to advance to the mediant stages of the technique to actually produce streams of spiritual essence that form the core of the technique-”

”So to summarize your point,” the minister interjected, his lips twitching into a light smirk as he tossed a set of clothes to the poor youth.

”You're saying that you need more time to develop your strength and prowess in the technique? But even if you progress to the mediant stages, it's not like the shrimp will leap over the Dragon Gate to become a full-fledged sovereign, no? At most, they'll become a bit fatter, that's that.”

”Why don't you go ask the librarian to rename it to technique instead?”

”Fa. Ther!” Wei Chang Luo cried in mock agony. Grabbing onto the hem of the robe, the handsome youth wrinkled his nose at the linen cloth, begrudgingly dressing himself into the fresh set of clothing.

”The librarian himself confirmed that the technique is capable of contending against a Nascent Soul cultivator's peak strength at the mediant stages of the technique! It's just…that I… haven't gotten much progress over the past few months.”