At this moment, Hun Tiandi frowned deeply.
He looked down at Hun Xiu, who was laughing heartily below, a strange glint flashing through his eyes.
In his heart, he muttered,"Has this brat gone dumb? Since when did my Dou Sheng pressure become so terrifying? To think it could suppress a genius like him into a laughing fool?"
"That shouldn't be the case..."
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Hun Xiu suddenly coughed violently. Due to his excitement, his internal injuries were aggravated, and he ended up coughing out blood.
Seeing Hun Xiu spit blood, Hun Tiandi's heart ached slightly. He quickly withdrew the remaining trace of pressure from his body.
He spoke in a calm tone:"Go and treat your injuries. Don't let them become permanent. There's still more than half a month before the clan's Grand Tournament. I expect you to take first place."
"Yes, Father."
Sensing the pressure vanish, Hun Xiu slowly stood up. His face was deathly pale.
Yet, despite his pale face, a faint smile lingered at the corner of his lips—subtle and hard to read.
He turned around, clutched his chest, and slowly exited the main hall.
"Young Master, you…"
Outside, Hun San, who had been waiting, immediately stepped forward with concern upon seeing Hun Xiu in such a state.
He clearly remembered how the young master had entered the hall full of confidence. How did he end up looking like this?
Who could have injured the young master? Was it the Clan Leader?
Other than the Clan Leader, Hun San couldn't think of anyone else who could hurt Hun Xiu under the leader's nose—surely he hadn't hit himself.
There was only one explanation: it had to be the Clan Leader.
But why would the Clan Leader "hit" the young master? That was confusing. After all, Hun Xiu was the pride of the younger generation and dearly loved by the Clan Leader.
Hun San couldn't make sense of it. But recalling that Gu Yuan, the Patriarch of the Gu Clan, had exited the hall just before Hun Xiu, Hun San suddenly felt like he was onto something.
Before he could think further, Hun Xiu quickly said,"Uncle San, help me up!"
"O-okay..."
Without hesitation, Hun San immediately supported Hun Xiu.
Pfft!
The moment Hun Xiu was supported, he could no longer hold it in. A mouthful of blood burst from his lips, and his face turned even paler.
"Uncle San… take me back..."
The moment those words left his mouth, Hun Xiu fainted completely. How could a Dou Huang possibly withstand the pressure of a Dou Sheng?
Even if it was only a trace—just a sliver—such a force wasn't something a Dou Huang could bear. The fact that he had endured this long was already impressive.
But now, having left the hall, Hun Xiu couldn't hold out any longer. He spat blood again and collapsed. All his strength was drained.
"Young Master!"
As Hun Xiu slipped into unconsciousness, he vaguely heard Hun San calling his name. But the voice quickly faded as he lost consciousness completely.
Night fell.
When Hun Xiu next opened his eyes, he realized he was lying in his own bed.
He sat up slowly. The world outside the window was dark—night had arrived.
Clenching his fists, he was surprised to find that his body no longer ached. He muttered to himself,"How can this be? I clearly felt severely injured during the day. How is everything fine now?"
Hun Xiu could clearly sense that his wounds had completely healed. Even the damage caused by that trace of Dou Sheng pressure was gone—as if it had never happened at all.
But the vivid memories in his mind proved everything from earlier was very real, not a dream.
"Could it be... the system healed me?" he muttered.[Hun Tiandi: System? What system? Am I the system now?]
The moment Hun Xiu fainted in Hun San's arms, Hun Tiandi in the hall sensed it instantly.
Before Hun San could leave the premises, Hun Tiandi flashed and appeared before him.
"Clan Leader!"Hun San was shocked to see Hun Tiandi and bowed respectfully, not daring to look him in the eye.
Looking at Hun Xiu passed out in Hun San's arms, Hun Tiandi shook his head."He couldn't even hold on. Why was he trying to endure it? So stubborn..."
"But then again, that part of him is just like me."
As he spoke, a jade bottle appeared in Hun Tiandi's palm. He uncorked it and poured out a pill.
Immediately, the surrounding air was filled with a rich medicinal aroma.
"An... eighth-grade pill?!"
Hun San smelled the intense scent and couldn't help but swallow nervously, his heart full of shock.
An eighth-grade pill—something he had only ever heard of, never seen with his own eyes. Now, he was witnessing one up close. The shock overwhelmed him.
"This eighth-grade pill is enough to heal all your injuries," Hun Tiandi said softly, looking at the unconscious Hun Xiu.
He wrapped the pill in a wave of Dou Qi and guided it into Hun Xiu's body. Then, he sat down beside him and personally channeled his Dou Qi to refine and fully integrate the pill's effects.
After all, eighth-grade pills were incredibly potent. They couldn't just be consumed by an ordinary Dou Huang. If not controlled, such force could destroy the user instead of healing them.
As Hun Tiandi fully refined the pill's medicinal power into Hun Xiu's body, the boy's pale face gradually regained a healthy flush.
His movements were swift and fluid—less than three minutes in total.
That was the speed of a Dou Sheng—lightning-fast, no exaggeration.
After finishing, Hun Tiandi withdrew his hands and said calmly,"Take him away. Don't tell anyone about what happened today."
"Yes, sir."
Hun San snapped out of his daze and carried the unconscious Hun Xiu away from the main hall.
As he watched them go, Hun Tiandi murmured,"This troublesome little brat..."
Back in his room, Hun Xiu once again checked his body. Confirming that all his injuries were indeed gone, he felt a faint sense of relief and joy.
With just half a month left before the clan's Grand Tournament, he couldn't afford to be injured. If he had been out of commission, his title as number one could have easily slipped away.
But as he recalled what had happened earlier that day, he muttered to himself,"Who would've thought… Xun'er is still that young. She doesn't even seem to have visited the Xiao Clan yet."
His lips curled upward into a meaningful, almost sinister smile.
He had originally thought Gu Xun'er would be around his age—perhaps slightly younger. But now, he realized there was nearly a five-year age gap between them.
Five years. That's five full years.
That meant he was older than Xiao Yan, the main protagonist of fate, by five years.
And if he eliminated the main character now, wouldn't that prevent the future catastrophe looming over the Hun Clan?
Without the rise of fate's chosen, the entire continent would fall into the hands of the Hun Clan.
And eventually… into his hands alone.