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

Chapter 83 Something happened

"Clan Chief!" The familiar voice rang in his ears as always, but Yan Chen was afraid to hear it at this moment. He tightened his grip on the branding knife and forced out an ugly smile. "Madam said that you need to come with me to the Qinling Mountains."

"What are you going to the Qinling Mountains for?" Yan Huai looked at Yan Chen's red eyes and couldn't believe it. He was a brother who had grown up with him, and he could tell at a glance that he was lying. "Where is Mother?"

"Madam and the head of the family have gone out..."

He wasn't lying, but he was hiding something. Yan Huai's expression turned indifferent. Today was his coming-of-age ceremony, and Yan Zhe and Gu Ling wouldn't leave without a reason. The only possibility was that something had happened.

Thinking of this, Yan Huai no longer cared about getting information from Yan Chen, and quickly turned his feet and walked towards the side hall.

"Clan Chief!" Yan Chen frowned, watching Yan Huai's retreating figure, but ultimately gritted his teeth and followed. His wife was wrong; he simply couldn't bring himself to do it...

Even though he had always been trained to protect Yan Huai, Yan Chen still couldn't ignore the former's feelings when it came to life and death.

Yan Huai has never been someone who needs protection, especially now that Yan Zhe and Gu Ling are already in danger. Forcing him to go to the Qinling Mountains might hurt him.

On the roof of the side hall, Yan Huai had covered the entire Kunlun region with his bloodline sensing to the maximum extent, but there was nothing there; they were not in Kunlun.

Yan Huai took a deep breath, his gaze not meeting Yan Chen's, and kept his back to him: "Yan Chen, don't waste time, where did they go?"

This was the first time Yan Huai had ever called him by his full name in such a cold tone since they were children. Yan Chen's heart skipped a beat: "Come with me to the Qinling Mountains."

There was no answer... Yan Huai's pupils were tinged with a hint of ferocity. He turned his head away and raised his hand to remove the plain hairpin that held his hair up.

The sharp end of the hairpin instantly pierced Yan Huai's palm, and a few drops of blood fell onto the piled-up snow at his feet, a glaring sight.

Yan Chen's fingers twitched slightly upon seeing this, but he ultimately didn't stop it, because the Blood-Guiding Technique was useless in that area...

Sure enough, deep red blood peeked out from his palm, like a thin red thread, and after only a moment in mid-air, it drooped down like a lost child, dissipating into a blood mist.

The wound had begun to heal slowly, but Yan Huai froze in the blood mist. A look of confusion and helplessness flashed in his eyes. How could it be useless?

The Azure Dragon Clan's Blood-Tracing Secret Technique has three types: gathering, dispersing, and finding clan members. Yan Huai used the third type. Logically speaking, Yan Zhe and Gu Ling have a blood bond with him, so their connection should be stronger than that of other clan members. But why is it like this now?

died?

Yan Huai didn't believe it and started blaming the heavy snowfall last night, saying it was still so cold: "Yan..." Yan Chen...

His hoarse, broken voice broke in the cold wind. Yan Huai turned to look into Yan Chen's eyes, his face showing unconscious fear. He tried a few more times, refusing to believe it, until blood and foam clung to his slender fingers and were carelessly flicked to the ground...

The blood essence dissipated... Yan Huai's eyes were bloodshot as he mechanically continued to draw blood towards his palm.

A hand suddenly reached out and covered Yan Huai's palm, but the end of the hairpin didn't stop and slashed across the back of the hand. The blood-red veins spasmed in pain, leaving a hideous gash.

“Ah Huai…” Yan Chen snatched the hairpin from Yan Huai’s hand, a sharp pain shooting through his chest. He ignored the burning pain on the back of his hand, and just held Yan Huai’s hand tightly, their blood dripping together.

"I know you won't obediently come with me to the Qinling Mountains, and I don't want you to leave... So listen carefully, there's a traitor within the clan. The patriarch and his wife were ambushed in the southwest formation an hour ago. This is all a conspiracy by the Wang family! Calm down!"

Yan Chen forcefully pulled Yan Huai back from rushing out. He pressed down on Yan Huai's shoulder and said, word by word, "Their goal is most likely to lure you there and then attack the clansmen. You are the clan leader now. You must protect the Azure Dragon Clan and then go to the Southwest Formation to bring the clan head and his wife back safely!"

boom--

Before Yan Chen could finish speaking, a bright orange firework bloomed on the distant mountaintop. That was the plaza where the succession ceremony was being held, and the firework foreshadowed the invasion of foreign tribes...

With a wry smile, Yan Chen handed the branding knife to Yan Huai, his words sounding like a farewell: "I'm giving you the knife first. Keep it safe for me. I won't be by your side this time. Just hand it over to me from the back, but you'll handle the front."

"Ah Huai...you must cherish your life, the tribe can't do without you!" Me too...

The warmth still lingered in his palm, but Yan Chen's figure had already transformed into a dragon and left. Yan Huai tightened his grip on the Branding Blade, silently turned and rushed towards the square, his mind a complete mess.

Traitor, Southwest Front, Ambush, Wang Family...

"Chief, the Wang family has stormed the square!"

The clansmen running towards them looked panicked. On the day of Yan Huai's coming of age and the succession of the new clan chief, they should have been relaxed and joyful, but they never expected this to happen. They were indeed alarmed.

"Hmm, are you the mole?" Yan Huai, who was walking forward, suddenly stopped. He turned his head and asked this question, his obsessive gaze catching people off guard.

"...Clan leader, what are you saying, uh—" The clansman who came to report the news only stiffened slightly, but the guilt and panic flashing in his eyes betrayed everything to Yan Huai.

By the time the tribesman realized what was happening, the blade had already slashed his throat, leaving a cold mark.

Yan Huai didn't care whether this person had any accomplices or not. Since he had come over now, he would send him away first. Whether he was disgusted or venting his anger, he didn't want to see him getting in his way.