Tomb raiding: Today is another day I don't want to go home.

Chapter 86 Leading Yan Huai to the Southwest Camp

Roar--

The ear-piercing roar of the dragon resounded across the snowy peaks of Kunlun. It was like some kind of relentless signal, causing all the members of the Azure Dragon Clan to fall into instinctive awe and obedience.

A series of dark blue dragon shadows charged into the Wang family's ranks, and the blood-red mist exploded instantly, more magnificent than the snowflakes that cascade down the Kunlun Mountains year-round...

“Huai…” Yan Zhe looked at the newborn child in his arms, the sharpness in his eyes vanished, leaving only an irrepressible smile and gentleness. He put aside his already strained demeanor and leaned close to Gu Ling’s bedside, who was still somewhat weak, and said with certainty, “Let’s name the child Yan Huai! Huai Ye Jing Hong, Xing He Cui Shan… Hmm, let’s name him Yan Huai!”

"You little brat, get out here right now!" Yan Zhe stood in the center of Yan Huai's room, his anger still simmering, his eyes darting left and right. "You dare to smash a hole in the main hall? You've gone too far! If I catch you, I'll beat your head back into place!"

"Hey, hey, hey, little darling, don't move!" Yan Zhe, trembling with fear, raised his hand to catch Yan Huai beneath his array, terrified that the short-armed, short-legged Yan Huai would fall and be smashed into a pulp. "Be good, Daddy's coming to pick you up! Don't move..."

"Hiss—Xiao Huai, don't pull my hair! Hold on tight to the dragon horns, hey~ that's right!" Yan Zhe secretly took four-year-old Yan Huai to their secret base at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. In his dragon form, he held Yan Huai firmly behind his head. "Daddy's taking you for a ride! But you better not let your mom find out, understand?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, Ah Huai has grown up! He's even taller than your dad!" Yan Zhe's raised eyebrows showed his pride. This big son was raised by him! Oh, of course~ his wife also deserves credit, just a little less than him!

"Ah Huai? You, what brings you here? I was just joking earlier, there was no such thing as stripping away spiritual power! It's just your coming-of-age ceremony~ Of course, we need to discuss and prepare properly, so I'll be quite busy lately..."

"Ah Huai, you must protect the Azure Dragon Clan. Don't blame your father, okay? Father apologizes for your mistake..."

"Father..." Yan Huai murmured, his gaze unfocused. The dragon claw pierced through the chest and back of a member of the Wang family behind him. As it withdrew, blood rolled aimlessly down the texture of the man's scales.

Bloodstains soon stained Yan Huai's entire body of scales, but the memories in his mind were clearly reflected on the barrier, as if they had endured countless ages of hardship.

"Ah Huai!" The familiar voice shattered Yan Huai's memories. He turned his head and felt a pang of pain in his heart. It was Yan Chen...

The black mist surrounding him fluctuated for a moment, but then trapped Yan Huai within it again.

What should we do? His father seems to be dead... What about his mother?

Oh, right... Mother!

At that moment, Yan Huai seemed to have found a small path to survival, and subconsciously rushed towards a member of the Wang family—Wang Lao Si. This man was still alive. He had escaped quickly and hidden well, and was now cowering in the chaos, trying to find a way to stab the Canglong clan members in the back.

"Don't kill me! Yan Huai, I didn't want to hurt anyone, I... I was just following orders, please don't kill me!"

Wang Laosi was grabbed by the neck by Yan Huai, who had returned to human form, and his body was lifted off the ground. His cunning face turned red and purple as he suffocated.

"Where is my mother?" Yan Huai's voice was hoarse and eerie, as if it were the voice of a demon.

"Let go... I... don't know..." Old Wang's voice was broken and intermittent, and the bulging veins on his forehead and his protruding eyeballs made him look both ferocious and terrifying.

Yan Huai did not hesitate and tightened his grip.

"No...I...I'll talk..." Old Wang grabbed Yan Huai's arm, and as he felt a wisp of cold air enter his lungs, he coughed uncontrollably. "She, cough cough! She's..."

Yan Huai threw Wang Laosi to the ground and stepped on his chest and abdomen: "Where is he!"

"West, southwest formation, inside the Hellfire Bell... cough cough... now they should, should die—"

Before Wang Laosi could finish speaking, his chest caved in, and his bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at Yan Huai, still filled with the hatred he felt before his death.