BTTH : Emperor Yang

Chapter 478: Chapter 478: A Pair of Children

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The two little ones were, of course, Wei Yang’s children.

A boy and a girl, just perfect — together forming a ”complete” character, blessed with both a son and a daughter.

The boy was born a few days earlier and was the elder brother, born of Xian’er. He was named Wei Ye, with the nickname Da Bao.

The girl, the younger sister, was born a few days after him, born of Qing Lin. She was named Wei Shuo, with the nickname Xiao Bao.

Wei Ye possessed the rare pure yang attribute.

Wei Shuo, however, was even rarer, born with a yin-yang attribute — fifty percent yin, fifty percent yang, perfectly balanced, neither more nor less.

From the moment they were born, both were exceptionally robust, instinctively and unconsciously absorbing the energy of heaven and earth to strengthen their very foundation.

It meant that from birth, they had directly skipped the stage of cultivating Dou Qi like ordinary people and had instantly become Dou Zhe.

Though not as terrifying as Xiao Yan’s daughter, Xiao Xiao — who was born as a Dou Zong — it was still nothing short of astonishing.

In particular, Wei Shuo’s yin-yang attribute made Wei Yang take her talent extremely seriously.

Under the shade of a willow tree.

Wei Yang held his daughter in his arms, looking at the little one who had finally tired herself out and was now peacefully asleep against his chest. His eyes softened, filled with tender affection.

Lifting his hand, he gently adjusted a few messy strands of her hair. However, his gaze narrowed slightly as he sank into thought.

Yin-Yang Twin Flame... where is it?

This Heavenly Flame, ranked twenty-first on the Heavenly Flame Ranking, would undoubtedly be the most suitable for little Wei Shuo.

As for his son, Wei Ye...

Wei Yang glanced toward Xian’er. In her arms, little Wei Ye had also worn himself out and was now sleeping soundly, resting against his mother’s chest.

Xian’er softly patted the little one’s back with her delicate jade-like hand while humming a gentle lullaby. When her gaze met Wei Yang’s, the two exchanged a quiet smile.

Wei Yang exhaled lightly and whispered, ”Finally, they’re asleep.”

”Children always fall asleep once they tire themselves out,” Xian’er said, rolling her eyes at him before scolding playfully, ”Unlike you, who only cares about sleeping yourself and won’t even coax your own kids to sleep.”

”I tried coaxing them,” Wei Yang said helplessly, ”But the more I coaxed, the more energetic they became. They just wouldn’t sleep.”

”Then why is it that the moment I come over, they fall asleep immediately?” Xian’er asked with a faint, amused smile.

”How would I know?” Wei Yang shrugged.

These two little troublemakers seemed to enjoy giving their father a hard time. No matter how long he tried coaxing them, they refused to sleep and would keep squirming about. Yet the moment Xian’er arrived, they instantly drifted off.

”Maybe they just happened to get tired,” he muttered as an excuse.

”You always have an excuse ready,” Xian’er snorted softly.

She flipped her hand, taking out two small blankets and gently covered the little ones.

Wei Yang reached out to help tuck in the blankets, his gaze briefly sweeping across his sleeping son.

In his mind, thoughts stirred. It seems I need to find some time to visit the Ye Clan’s Sun Fire Ancient Altar. He wanted to see for himself what exactly that so-called Sun Fire Ancient Altar was all about.

Regarding Wei Ye’s pure yang physique, Wei Yang already had some general ideas forming.

However, he didn’t place too much hope on the Sun Flame from the altar. In his mind, Gold Emperor Incinerating Heavenly Flame was probably the most suitable for his son.

Thankfully, his trade with Xiao Yan back then — exchanging his Sea Heart Flame — had been the right decision.

After all, Xiao Yan still owed him a sub-flame of the Gold Emperor Incinerating Heavenly Flame, at the Dou Zong level.

If it weren’t for the fact that his Black Sun Burning Sky Flame had transformed into the Death Life Flame, naturally, one of its sub-flames would have been the most ideal choice.

But now, after the transformation, the Death Life Flame was no longer purely of the yang attribute, so Wei Yang dismissed it as the top candidate.

At this moment, his primary considerations were the Ye Clan’s Sun Fire Ancient Altar and the Gold Emperor Incinerating Heavenly Flame’s sub-flame.

As for his little daughter, there was no debate — other than the Yin-Yang Twin Flame, there was no better choice.

Regarding the Yin-Yang Twin Flame, the original records hardly mentioned it, shrouding it in mystery. It was known only that Xiao Xuan once controlled it, but the descriptions were sparse — just a few brief mentions, easily overlooked.

After that, it only appeared once more within the Different Flame Plaza inside the Tuo She Ancient God’s Mansion. And finally, it was summoned again by Xiao Yan during the Battle of the Two Emperors.

Wei Yang pondered silently, gently patting his daughter’s back. There was no rush. He would take his time. For now, he didn’t plan on letting either of the little ones start formal cultivation until they were at least six years old.

Deep within the endless black void.

Along a vast and spacious spatial passageway, countless spatial ships were streaking by at high speed, their trails leaving brilliant streaks of light behind, filling the passage with a lively commotion.

And with this noisy journey, they were drawing closer and closer to the legendary Pill Tower’s Holy Pill City.

At a certain moment, from the distant end of the spatial wormhole, a faint silver halo slowly emerged, releasing astonishing spatial fluctuations.

That was the exit.

As they neared the silver light ring at the end of the passage, the noisy chatter coming from countless spatial ships suddenly and strangely went silent.

Figures dressed in alchemist robes stepped out from within the spatial ships, their gazes burning fervently as they stared at the silver halo.

Holy Pill City — the sacred land in the hearts of all alchemists!

With the Pill Gathering drawing near, countless alchemists from every corner of the continent were flocking here, either to participate or to witness this grand event.

At this moment, a massive and luxurious black ship streaked through the void, swiftly approaching the exit.

Standing at the bow, a young man dressed in black robes, hands clasped behind his back, gazed intently at the distant silver light ring.

”Holy Pill City... Pill Tower... finally, we’re here,” he murmured softly.

This young man was none other than Xiao Yan.

Although his expression appeared calm, the blood flowing within his body was quietly surging with excitement.

From the time he had left the Black-Corner Region, traveling alongside Zi Yan, the two had roamed and fought their way through countless dangers for several years. Along the way, countless things had happened... and now, finally, they had arrived.

However, Zi Yan was not by his side at this moment.

Thinking of that tiny yet fierce little girl, Xiao Yan couldn’t help but let out a sigh, a faint trace of worry flashing across his heart.

Shortly after arriving in the Pill Region, she had quietly left without saying much.

Xiao Yan had no idea where she went. She only left him a message, saying she had suddenly sensed something and needed to leave for a while, saying she was ”going home.”

”Going home... is your home somewhere in Central Plains?”

Xiao Yan frowned slightly.

Zi Yan’s identity had always been a mystery, but deep down, he had long suspected that her origins were anything but simple. And now, he had no idea where this so-called ”home” of hers actually was.

”Sigh... hopefully, that little girl is safe. For now, I can only focus on finding Brother Wei first and participating in the Pill Gathering. After that, I’ll think of a way to track her down.”

Exhaling softly, Xiao Yan shook his head, forcing himself not to dwell on it further. Right now, the most urgent matter was to find Wei Yang.

Just the thought of seeing Wei Yang again made him slightly restless, unable to suppress his excitement.

Regarding Wei Yang, there was no need for words — Xiao Yan’s feelings toward him ran deep. He even carried within him a subtle sense of reliance, one he himself hadn’t noticed before.

In Xiao Yan’s heart, Wei Yang wasn’t just a friend. He was both a brother and a mentor. Ever since that day, when fifteen-year-old Xiao Yan first met Wei Yang in the Xiao Clan’s main hall, Wei Yang had left a lasting impression on him.

And throughout his journey of growth, Wei Yang had been there for him, helping him time and again. Aside from Yao Lao, Wei Yang was undoubtedly the person who had contributed the most to his growth.

If not for Wei Yang’s help, Xiao Yan doubted he could have reached where he stood today. Unknowingly, he had already come to regard Wei Yang as a true elder brother.

”Brother Wei... after all these years, we’re finally going to meet again!”

Within his dark pupils, a faint, four-colored flame quietly flickered into existence before disappearing just as swiftly.

”Now, I’ve already reached Eight-Star Dou Zong, just a step away from the peak Dou Zong, and not far from Dou Zun!”

Xiao Yan took a deep breath, his chest swelling with unrestrained ambition. ”Brother Wei, all these years, I’ve never slacked off. I’ve always pushed myself forward to catch up to you. Now, the gap between us... it shouldn’t be too big anymore, right?”

With the power of the Sea Heart Flame and the Wind and Thunder Fury Flame, he had managed to close the distance significantly over these years. Suddenly, his thoughts shifted to Yao Lao.

”Master...”

A sharp pain pierced his heart as he clenched his fists tightly, so hard that his fingernails dug into his flesh, drawing blood without him even noticing. At the center of his brows, a faint, icy-white flame mark flickered slightly.

”Master, please hold on a little longer... your student will rescue you soon!”

”Hall of Souls...”

His eyes turned ice-cold, filled with boundless hatred and killing intent.

Swoosh!

The massive black spatial ship shot forward like a shooting star, tearing through the void as it raced toward the silver halo at the end.

Pill Tower... I, Xiao Yan, have arrived!

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