Han Yang felt like he was listening to a story, then voiced his doubt, "Isn't the Pseudo-Immortal Stage way too awkward?"
"That's right. But many people at the Pseudo-Immortal Stage will disperse their cultivation when they reach thirty thousand years." Mad Elder replied.
"Disperse their cultivation?" Han Yang asked suspiciously.
"Yes, that's right. They disperse their cultivation and drop down to the first level of the Nine Tribulations Realm. So there are quite a few people in the Nine Tribulations Realm who actually fell back from the Pseudo-Immortal Stage, but it's much harder for them to go through the Nine Tribulations again." Mad Elder answered.
"I see." Han Yang muttered, now understanding.
"So let me remind you—don't mess with the Fenn Family." Mad Elder suddenly said.
"Why?" Han Yang asked, puzzled.
"The Fenn Family Patriarch practices the Tyrant Seal Art. As long as he keeps his cultivation compressed within the Nine Tribulations Realm, it's fine. But if he's really forced, and I mean if it comes to a last resort, he could unseal himself and instantly reach the Pseudo-Immortal Stage." Mad Elder explained.
"He's already at the Pseudo-Immortal Stage?" Han Yang was shocked at this, realizing the Tyrant Seal Art could really do that.
"Yes, so I've warned you. As for what path you take, that's up to you. I won't interfere." Mad Elder said.
"Thank you, Senior. I'll be careful. But when it comes to the Fenn Family, I won't back down—especially with Ye Chen's situation, it's urgent now." Han Yang said, knowing he could never give up on the Fenns.
"Alright, just be careful yourself. I should get going too." Mad Elder said with a smile.
"Senior, where are you headed?" Han Yang asked in surprise after hearing Mad Elder was leaving.
"You have your own path, and I have my own matters. But one day, we'll meet again." Mad Elder said with a smile.
After hearing this, Han Yang said, "Senior, I don't know how to thank you. I still have a vat of Dreamwine left—please take it."
Mad Elder was delighted to hear there was still a vat left. "Didn't you say you were out?"
"Heh, I saved some. Originally, I wanted to tempt you with it. Now you've told me what I wanted to know—not everything, but you did it for my sake. I won't let you down. I'll find the Immortal Gate and enter the Immortal Realm soon." Han Yang laughed.
"You rascal. But let me tell you, the Immortal Gate isn't so easy to enter. Still, I believe you can do it. Go on, walk your own path." Mad Elder laughed, taking the wine and leaving with a hearty laugh, leaving Little Leo behind, muttering, "Damn it, left me behind again."
Han Yang knew Little Leo wasn't just any spirit beast—especially that phantom that could empower him after transformation. But Han Yang was being hunted; he knew his path was clear now: reach the Pseudo-Immortal Stage as soon as possible, find the Immortal Gate, and enter the Immortal Realm.
"Nine Tribulations... Looks like next time is going to be rough." Han Yang felt numb at the thought of facing nine lightning tribulations—even if he didn't know their true power, the pressure was already overwhelming.
"The Nine Tribulations are really dangerous. If you don't have enough strength, don't try to break through." Little Leo muttered from the side.
"Got it." Han Yang replied with a smile.
"Where to now?" Little Leo asked curiously.
"Of course, the Fenn Family. I want to see how they're doing now. As for their Patriarch, he's still suppressing his strength at the Nine Tribulations Realm. My power burst should be able to match the Nine Tribulations, but I still don't know its true force." Han Yang muttered.
"Don't underestimate the Nine Tribulations. Each level you advance is like stepping up a whole major realm." Little Leo said.
"What?" Han Yang hadn't expected the gap between each level of the Nine Tribulations to be so great.
"That's right, that's exactly how it is." Little Leo replied.
Han Yang finally understood, but he wasn't foolish. He changed his appearance and headed to the planet where the Fenn Family resided.
"Fenn Family." Han Yang smiled as he saw the sign at their gate.
Little Leo had already been tossed into the tower by Han Yang. When everyone inside saw the little lion, they all gave him odd looks—some even thought Han Yang had started keeping pets.
There was nothing to be done—Little Leo could only regain his former majesty when attached to Han Yang, so for now, he was just everyone's little pet. In his heart, though, he cursed, "Damn you, Han Yang."
Han Yang had no idea what Little Leo was thinking. He was already at the inn opposite the Fenn Family, taking out his spatial ring to check its contents.
"Heh, lure the snake out—I want to see how long the Fenn Family can hold out. And their Patriarch, you'd better show yourself too. Surely you won't just watch your descendants suffer the backlash of that flawed technique." Han Yang laughed.
The next morning, a bag appeared at the Fenn Family's gate. The guards opened it out of curiosity, and when they saw who was inside, their faces turned pale with fear. They hurried to get him out, but the person couldn't move—he could only stare wide-eyed.
That person was none other than Second Young Master Fenn.
The guards quickly carried Second Young Master Fenn back to the Fenn Council Hall. Crowds gathered there, drawn by the commotion.
When Second Fenn Uncle saw his son, he was overjoyed. "Son, you're finally back!"
Second Young Master Fenn could only look on with tearful eyes, unable to speak. Third Young Master Fenn and the others soon arrived. The steward frowned and asked, "How did you find him?"
"We found a bag at the gate early this morning," the guard replied.
"Weren't you always guarding the gate? How could someone leave a bag without any of you noticing?" the steward said angrily.
The guards looked at each other, truly unsure if anyone had dropped off the bag—it felt as if it had just appeared out of thin air.
Seeing the guards, the steward snorted, "Get out."
"Yes, sir." The guards hurried away.
Second Fenn Uncle asked, "What's wrong with him? Why isn't he responding, just staring at me?"
"It's Han Yang's strange technique," the steward replied.
"What technique exactly?" Second Fenn Uncle asked, furious.
"No idea." The steward shook his head, helpless.
"Damn it, I must capture that brat!" Second Fenn Uncle said angrily.
"There's a note." Third Young Master Fenn crouched down and said.
Sure enough, there was a note under Second Young Master Fenn. Second Fenn Uncle, being closest, picked it up—and when he saw the writing, he was furious.
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"What does it say?" the steward asked curiously.
"It says my father must hand over the method to resolve the backlash, or he'll stay like this. And ten days from now, the Fenn Family will face a disaster." Second Fenn Uncle said angrily.
"Hand over the method to resolve the backlash? That's impossible. What disaster could it be?" The steward frowned.
"It doesn't say." Second Fenn Uncle shook his head.
"Take him to his room first. No one is to leave the Fenn Family these days, and ten days from now, everyone must gather here," the steward said.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Han Yang, watching from the inn, secretly laughed when he saw no action from them. "Looks like they're still unwilling to hand it over. Let's see if they're still so stubborn after ten days."
The ten days passed quickly. For the Fenn Family, it was like torture—as if they were waiting for something, even worse than centuries of seclusion.
On the tenth day, everyone gathered in the Fenn Council Hall. Second Young Master Fenn was carried in, and everyone watched, wanting to see what Han Yang would do.