"After a hundred years, who knows what he'll become." Caleb Fenn—Third Young Master Fenn—started to get goosebumps, a deep-seated fear stirring inside him.
Third Fenn Uncle hadn't expected Yang Han to leave such a mark on Caleb Fenn. He sighed helplessly, "Just focus on cultivation when you have time. There are others watching over the family matters."
"If we don't eliminate him, I won't be able to settle my mind," Third Young Master Fenn said.
"Alright then, let's wait until Yang Han—Evan Yang—comes out after a hundred years and deal with it then," Third Fenn Uncle replied helplessly.
"Alright, got it. But what about Old Venom? Will he try to ambush us?" Since he couldn't do anything about Yang Han for now, Third Young Master Fenn shifted his focus to Old Venom.
"He's badly injured. He won't recover that quickly," Third Fenn Uncle answered.
"Then why doesn't Grandpa go catch him?" Third Young Master Fenn asked curiously.
"I don't know about that. Only your grandpa knows. Right now, he's putting all his attention on the person who can use the Tyrant Seal Art," Third Fenn Uncle replied.
"That's odd," Caleb Fenn muttered. The two continued discussing whether they should ask Patriarch Fenn.
At this moment, Patriarch Fenn spent all day in the Fenn Council Hall, waiting for the steward, unable to focus even on cultivation.
Every time the steward was summoned, the first thing Patriarch Fenn asked was whether there was any news about that person. For the steward, it was the first time he'd ever seen Patriarch Fenn so obsessed over a single matter, making him deeply curious about what was really going on.
And so, time flew by. Ten years passed since Yang Han entered that place, and Patriarch Fenn's behavior grew stranger and stranger, though no one knew the reason.
As for Yang Han, a smile appeared on his face. After ten years of observation, he gradually understood. He still didn't know why, but now, whenever he looked at those characters, he could finish reading them in just a couple of hours, as if they were etched into his mind.
At first, he had no idea what purpose these characters served, but after reading them thoroughly once, his body felt filled with power—a sensation he couldn't describe.
"Just the script itself is so powerful. I wonder who actually carved these characters," Yang Han sighed inwardly.
Not only that, but Yang Han also felt as if he was on the verge of a breakthrough. There was a pressure above his head, though it was invisible, and he couldn't tell what was happening.
Besides that, Yang Han's blood began to move uncontrollably—a sign that the Heaven-Cold Seed could no longer suppress his bloodline's changes.
"Looks like I'll need rare herbs again," Yang Han muttered helplessly.
Last time, he got them by refining pills at Alchemy Sacred Mountain. Now, he'd have to find another way.
So Yang Han forced himself to suppress the urge to break through, kept calmly studying the script, and waited for the hundred-year opening.
Meanwhile, Old Venom and Elder Liu seemed to have vanished, and so did the person believed to have impersonated Elder Liu. Patriarch Fenn had no clues at all, not realizing that the impersonator was actually Yang Han himself.
As for the Genius Pavilion upper echelon, they were all holed up on Genius Star and refused to go out. All external Pavilion activities were canceled, so the Three Palaces and the great clans had nowhere to seize anyone.
This made the Three Palaces and the great clans restless, but there was nothing they could do. Even after repeatedly consulting with Patriarch Fenn, nothing changed.
"Steward, who do you think that person who can use the Tyrant Seal Art really is?" Patriarch Fenn asked, growing impatient.
"No idea. But the Tyrant Seal Art is only known to the Fenn Family. No one else could possibly know it, so it's all very strange," the steward replied.
"Yes, it's extremely odd. I must catch that guy," Patriarch Fenn replied, though his mind was still on the map.
The steward couldn't help but ask, "Patriarch, why are you so interested in that guy?"
"He knows the Tyrant Seal Art. How could I not be interested?" Patriarch Fenn replied.
"That's true." Seeing that Patriarch Fenn didn't want to say more, the steward stopped asking and left to handle his own affairs.
After the steward left, Patriarch Fenn muttered, "Could Old Venom be together with his disciple?"
Patriarch Fenn had tracked down the whereabouts of Gale Foster and his brothers, but he never showed himself—he didn’t want to alert them, focusing all his attention on the man who could use the Tyrant Seal Art.
"Will Old Venom tell others about the treasure map? If someone touches his disciples, he might really spill the secret," Patriarch Fenn muttered. Right now, he wanted to catch Old Venom, but feared he’d broadcast the truth if provoked. He was torn, uncertain how to proceed.
Worried Old Venom might expose everything, Patriarch Fenn stayed put, watching and waiting. But he still heard nothing about the man who could use the Tyrant Seal Art.
So time ticked by, day after day, until just a few days before the hundred-year mark. Patriarch Fenn and the Palace Lords gathered together.
"The hundred-year deadline is almost here. What do you all think?" asked the Ninefold Palace Lord.
"Genius Star is out of reach. The question is, will that kid come out?" Heaven-Mystic Palace Lord said, frowning.
"If he won’t come out, we’ll force him out," Patriarch Fenn said. Even though Yang Han was no match for him, he didn’t want to let Yang Han grow stronger—especially as a Violet Seventh-Tier genius. If he really matured, it would be terrifying.
Patriarch Fenn’s words echoed everyone’s thoughts. They all wanted Yang Han to come out so they could destroy him and seize the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Insects.
"Exactly. Did any of you send people to Genius Star to check things out?" asked the Ninefold Palace Lord.
"We sent a few," Heaven-Mystic Palace Lord replied.