Yan Beihan is currently very frustrated.

Duan Xiyang did not allow Yan Beihan to use Spiritual Energy for traveling. He only allowed her to walk using the most primitive stride, selecting difficult mountain paths, full of obstacles.

To this end, he even sealed Yan Beihan’s cultivation.

This made Eldest Lady Yan extremely miserable, almost to the point of tears.

Especially thinking that the shameless one took her resources, surely sharing them with his wife, probably enjoying all sorts of pleasures now.

Yan Beihan felt even more conflicted, waves of jealousy surged up, a bit overwhelming.

She felt like a simpering admirer, yet had to pretend to be aloof, fearing any discomfort the male god might feel, increasing psychological burden, deliberately giving away a large amount of resources in an indifferent manner, implying they were insignificant, then lightly and casually gave them away, pretending to be relaxed and carefree, waving her hand as if leaving without a trace.

Then the male god took her things to enjoy with his wife...

While she was climbing the mountain in shackles.

Yan Beihan suddenly felt an urge to bang her head against the wall.

What kind of situation is this...

She trudged on with difficulty, her face showing a helpless expression.

Her delicate little face was already smeared.

Aunt Hong wanted to have her cultivation sealed to accompany Yan Beihan in her trek, but was scolded by Duan Xiyang: "If you’re sealed too, who will take care of her?"

So she could only watch.

Only after running more than a hundred miles of mountain roads, was resting allowed.

Yan Beihan felt like her legs were wasted.

Ultimately, she persevered solely relying on a mix of envy, jealousy, and hatred towards Fang Che and Ye Meng to pull through.

Finally able to rest, she sat down without concern for appearance and started massaging her thighs.

Aunt Hong sympathized and helped her massage, applying medicine, complaining: "The Chief is too ruthless, our Little Han is still a girl..."

Then she consoled Yan Beihan: "Little Han, you need to understand, as a martial artist, there are many times in Jianghu when spiritual energy is depleted and cultivation is lost after great battles. At those times, it relies on pure physical strength. The Chief is doing it for your own good."

Yan Beihan groaned, her charming face full of helplessness: "Aunt Hong... you’ve said it all, what else is there for me to say?"

Aunt Hong smiled, massaging her to soothe her muscles and activate blood circulation, asking: "Little Han, you really value this Yemo, don’t you?"

Yan Beihan: "Hmm?"

"Those resources, to win over a King level Yemo..." Aunt Hong felt a bit concerned: "It’s too much, beyond the budget."

"Chen Yin gave him things. Holds high expectations for him."

Yan Beihan quietly said: "Moreover, Grandpa values this Yemo a lot. So for my future team, I’ve reserved a very important position for Yemo."

Aunt Hong sighed and replied: "Still too much."

On the side, Duan Xiyang, who was standing quietly with hands behind his back, said blandly: "Not too much!"

Aunt Hong was stunned, how does the Chief directly say not too much without understanding the situation?

So she said: "Chief, you don’t know how much the Miss gave away..."

"No matter how much, it’s not too much."

Duan Xiyang interrupted her, and said directly and blandly: "In a few hundred years, if Yemo doesn’t die, he might catch up to the current me!"

Duan Xiyang actually held such a high evaluation of Yemo!

Aunt Hong was dumbfounded.

Sitting on the side, Yan Beihan’s eyes suddenly burst with dazzling light, bright and splendid, like stars.

Duan Xiyang looked at Aunt Hong: "Do you still feel it’s too much?"

Aunt Hong hurriedly and fearfully said: "Not too much, not too much, it’s worth it even more."

Duan Xiyang looked at the stars in the sky, blandly said: "That kid... is a talent. I am very much looking forward to the day when he grows up!"

Aunt Hong completely stopped speaking.

Not only does she no longer feel that Yan Beihan gave away too much, but she also deeply admired Yan Beihan’s vision.

This is true discerning eyes!

Who has Chief Duan ever praised in all these years in the entire Wei Wo Zheng Sect?

Yan Beihan said playfully: "Grandpa Duan, you can’t let anyone else hear such a comment."

Duan Xiyang rolled his eyes and fell silent.

Little girl, what do you take me for? I just saw that you surprisingly discovered Yemo, and valued Yemo, so I reminded you.

Do you really think I’m a matchmaker? Pushing that kid whenever I see someone?

"Winning over Yemo, recruiting Yemo, is secondary."

Duan Xiyang blandly said: "The important thing is how to control. Yemo is not easy to control. Moreover, he cannot go up to the headquarters now, only stay below, it’s actually quite hard to manage."

Yan Beihan frowned and said: "Why can’t Yemo go up to headquarters?"

"Because only by fighting step by step from below can one become a Peak Master. It won’t happen at headquarters."

Duan Xiyang said: "For instance, in the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, your grandfather Yan Nan, Bi Changhong, Chen Gu, Feng Du, among others, including our Sect Leader, each of them can be said to be Peak Masters, all of whom achieved their grand accomplishments after struggling from the bottom of Jianghu."

"Then there’s me, along with Kuangren Halberd, Baizhan Blade, Sun Wutian, Shadow Demon, all of whom also climbed up from the bottom of Jianghu."

He showed a mocking expression on his face, ridiculing: "But, starting from below these people, counting from their sons, from the Second Generation up to today, how many Peak Masters have emerged?"

"Perhaps you might feel that the current cultivation is already good, regarded as top notch. But I’m telling you, if you’re not at the peak, you’re always an ant!"

"If the Wei Wo Zheng Sect didn’t have these old guys, Snow Fuxiao alone would be enough to wipe out the entire Wei Wo Zheng Sect! Can kill every single one!"