LAVW – Chapter 35 The Most Dashing Wind Element

However, making someone eat the sunflower seeds that he himself had already eaten didn’t seem very appropriate.

So, even though Shi Qian was the one feeding last time, this time, he still reached out, grabbed some sunflower seeds, and put them in his own mouth.

Crunch—

Delicious.

As for feeding Long Ye—next time, for sure.

When they climbed out of the river again, they were already near the Long family’s residence.

Long Ye didn’t enter through the main gate, nor did he climb over the wall. Instead, he chose a more flexible approach—having Shi Qian directly teleport them to the patriarch’s residence.

Shi Qian, not paying close attention, teleported a bit too far and had to double back.

He attributed it to his increased strength and not yet adapting to it.

Long Ye’s sharp gaze quickly scanned the courtyard—he needed to avoid being seen.

The patriarch’s courtyard was at the very center of the Long family’s estate, surrounded like the core of a constellation. It wasn’t overly extravagant, but it exuded an imposing presence, covering at least an acre of land. Compared to Long Ye’s small courtyard in the Long family estate, the difference was like that between a luxurious villa halfway up a mountain and two rundown old shacks.

Shi Qian glanced around and sighed, “Squeak Squeak.”

“So, your Long family is actually this rich?”

Long Ye replied, “We have a small spirit stone mine.”

He seemed familiar with the patriarch’s residence, indicating he had been here before. Navigating through the courtyard, he reached the window of the patriarch’s main room without being noticed.

The window was half-open, and from a specific angle, they could see inside.

The elderly patriarch sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, cultivating.

This made Long Ye’s sneak attack even easier. Instantly, the vast spiritual energy within him surged forth, forming a massive, lifelike dragon claw brimming with a powerful aura. The skin of the claw bore the same black scales as the back of Long Ye’s hands, gleaming with a chilling, sharp luster.

With a sudden force, the dragon claw smashed open the window and lunged fiercely at the patriarch, as Long Ye stormed into the room.

Inside Long Ye’s pocket, Shi Qian felt an exhilarating jolt.

The moment the doors and windows shook, the patriarch sensed the danger and disturbance.

He immediately stopped circulating his spiritual energy toward his dantian and redirected it to counter the attack.

The two clashed, but the patriarch was utterly overwhelmed, sent flying and crashing heavily to the ground.

Although he was at the late Foundation Establishment stage, age had weakened him, and he was far from his former strength.

Long Ye’s strike landed directly on the patriarch’s chest, shattering several of his ribs in an instant. At the same time, the patriarch’s forcibly redirected spiritual energy was disrupted and thrown into chaos. Mixed with Long Ye’s domineering energy, it rampaged through his body like a reckless bandit, causing havoc.

Shi Qian watched as the patriarch’s face turned red, then purple, before he suddenly let out a loud “Waah!” and coughed up a huge mouthful of blood.

Blood soaked the front of his robes, and his breathing became labored. Only after a moment did he manage to catch his breath, looking up at Long Ye with wide eyes.

He scrutinized the unfamiliar Long Ye for several moments before finally daring to believe that the powerful cultivator before him was actually the same clan boy who had escaped from the ancestral hall not long ago.

Long Ye stared at him, his expression icy. “I can kill you before anyone else arrives.”

The patriarch’s lips trembled slightly before he finally spoke, “You are… Long Ye? Why… why cough… why have you harmed me?”

“If what you say doesn’t match what Long Chengyang told me, I’ll cripple your cultivation first.”

Shi Qian: ?

Long Chengyang—Long Ye’s uncle—hadn’t even had the chance to say anything before he confessed his crimes and died on the spot.

Brother Ye was good at this.

Shi Qian rested his little claws on the edge of the pocket, poking his head out to observe and learn in real time.

Upon hearing Long Ye’s words, a flash of hatred flickered in the patriarch’s eyes. He found this young man far too ruthless—he wasn’t even willing to exchange a few words before resorting to threats. Though still young, he wasn’t easy to fool like most his age.

After delivering a relentless series of blows, Long Ye directly asked, “Back when my father passed away, the clan sent people to investigate. What exactly did they find?”

Shi Qian mentally underlined the key point.

When threatening someone, your expression must be sufficiently cold. Best if your face clearly says: ‘I’m going to kill you.’

The patriarch hesitated. Long Ye had suddenly grown so powerful, and the strength he displayed was more than enough to kill him with ease. But the patriarch had no idea what that fool Long Chengyang had told Long Ye before his death.

After a moment of thought, he tentatively began, “When your father had his accident, Long Xing and Long Chengyang were both deeply saddened and took immediate action. Because they were his close relatives, the clan sent them to investigate, along with another clansman who was close to them.”

“The conclusion they reported to the clan is the same as what you already know—only traces of a demon beast attack. Your father left behind nothing but remnants of blood and flesh.”

“Long Xing said he couldn’t bear for you to see it, so he buried him on the spot.”

Long Ye’s expression darkened further. His gaze flickered downward, toward the patriarch’s dantian, silently issuing a warning.

Shi Qian’s little head followed Long Ye’s downward gaze.

But he misjudged where Long Ye was actually looking—his eyes went even lower.

So he whispered in a devilish tone, “Squeak.”

Cut off his balls? So ruthless.

Long Ye: …

With a complicated expression, Long Ye issued a chilling threat to the clan leader. “Are the bones in your dantian tough?”

He practically gritted his teeth as he said this, emphasizing the word dantian especially hard.

The clan leader looked up and saw the sheer ferocity on Long Ye’s face—even the spirit rat on his shoulder was staring at him with an odd expression.

Thinking about Long Ye’s overwhelming aura and the faint smell of blood around him, the clan leader’s heart sank.

“But later, I realized that Long Xing and Long Chengyang treated you far too harshly—they didn’t show even a fraction of the grief they displayed when your father passed. I found it strange, so I had someone investigate.”

“Though there was no solid proof, both of them made breakthroughs in their cultivation after your father’s death. Your cousin’s talent even suddenly improved—it was all far too suspicious.”

“Later, I heard from others that around that time, your father seemed to have found traces of a rare spiritual medicine.”

The clan leader spoke in rapid succession, only pausing to look back up at Long Ye. “So your father’s death is almost certainly tied to them. But without stronger evidence, I kept quiet, thinking I’d tell you when you grew up.”

Without a word, Long Ye unsheathed his sword and drove it straight into the clan leader.

His movements were swift, and he suppressed the elder with spiritual energy.

The clan leader didn’t even have time to dodge—the sword pierced clean through his abdomen, narrowly missing his dantian.

Spiritual energy leaked from his wound, and his expression twisted in pain. Gritting his teeth, he gasped, “There were signs of a fight where your father died! The techniques used belonged to our clan’s martial arts. Long Xing and Long Chengyang were there, and when they found out I was investigating, they bribed me handsomely and made me swear an oath to the Heav—”

His voice trailed off as his face turned even paler, nearly ashen.

It was clear he had gained quite a lot from that deal—enough to willingly swear an oath under Heaven’s law.

In the cultivation world, an oath to the Dao wasn’t something one could take lightly. There were heavenly constraints. Of course, there were always those who tried to find loopholes—it all depended on their abilities.

Long Ye had long harbored suspicions about his father’s death.

But until he saw solid proof, he refused to believe that a father could kill his own child in this world.

Suppressing the sorrow in his heart, Long Ye asked coldly, “Where is Long Xing now?”

“At the spiritual mine—it’s his turn to stand guard,” the clan leader admitted weakly, too afraid to provoke this bringer of death.

Having gotten his answer, Long Ye turned and left.

Shi Qian phased out of the Long family estate with him and curiously asked, “Squeak?”

Why’d you leave him alive?

Usually, Long Aotian types either wiped out their enemies’ entire families or at least didn’t leave loose ends. While Shi Qian didn’t think the clan leader could cause Long Ye any trouble, he was still curious if there was another reason for sparing him.

Long Ye’s voice grew even colder. “Greedy for life, wealth, and power—keeping him around is just right.”

With such a clan leader, what rules did the Long family have left? They were nothing but a hollow shell, polished on the outside but rotten to the core—nothing more than dead wood.

So that’s how it was. Shi Qian suddenly understood.

But in the original plot, wasn’t Long Ye supposed to be even more murderous?

Originally, the great demon didn’t go insane, and the secret realm opened automatically —probably much earlier than it would now.

When Long Ye emerged back then, he happened to stumble upon the Gongsun family marrying into the Li family. Seeing such a scene, could the long-suppressed and persecuted youth possibly hold back? He immediately transitioned into full slaughter god mode.

On the wedding day, the groom was sent off—permanently.

The entire table of Long family members who had attended the wedding feast at the Li estate also ended up lying flat, achieving the lifetime milestone of letting others feast on their behalf.

Later, both the Long and Li families apparently kept courting death, and many people ended up dead.

But in the cultivation world, people died every day—Shi Qian didn’t pay much attention.

Now, Long Ye had missed Li Qingqian’s wedding date and seemed more fixated on uncovering the truth.

Even though, honestly, the truth was already pretty clear. Even without any cheats, Shi Qian could tell Long Xing wasn’t innocent.

Sometimes, Shi Qian felt that Long Ye had a certain idealistic stubbornness about him.

His father had loved him dearly, so he assumed most fathers in the world were good. That’s why he held such deep respect for Wang Chunping—not because Wang Chunping was strong, but because Long Ye saw him as a good father figure.

As for Long Xing… Shi Qian mentally prepared a funeral dirge for him.

The Long family had kept their spiritual stone mine well hidden—it was actually concealed beneath a vast, unassuming stretch of spirit fields.

Someone of Long Ye’s status wouldn’t normally have access to this kind of information, but he had already noticed something was off.

Without hesitation, he headed straight for the spirit stone mine.

This time, Long Ye took over the traveling—he needed to vent his frustration, and Shi Qian didn’t know the way, so he didn’t fight for the job.

Shi Qian cast a windproof spiritual shield on himself—then casually put one on Long Ye as well.

After his breakthrough, such small applications of spiritual energy were no trouble for him.

What was still difficult, however, was actual combat. Though he could now use offensive spells more conveniently, he lacked practice, so his attacks remained limited. His abilities were still nowhere near as refined as his escape techniques. Among all spell types, Shi Qian had carefully selected the coolest one—wind magic—and had already begun training in it.

Feeling the biting wind suddenly vanish, Long Ye’s icy expression softened slightly. “I forgot to give you a spiritual shield.”

Shi Qian responded seriously, “Squeak squeak.”

My mom said to take good care of myself when I’m out.

His mother had actually said this—after all, he used to be a frail little cub. Before, the Bureau of Transmigration had even granted him a few minor buffs. But now, after soaking in the Heavenly Dao Pool, his body had become strong and full of life.

Long Ye paused for a moment. Perhaps he had once heard similar words before.

But in the past, he hadn’t taken them to heart.

Because those words were too ordinary—so mundane they seemed insignificant.

But now, they made Long Ye’s eyes sting with emotion.

But at the same time, the hatred in Long Ye’s heart grew even stronger, making his killing intent surge—he seemed like a god of slaughter descending upon the world.

Shi Qian felt conflicted watching this and asked, “Squeak squeak?”

Are we going to visit our dad later?

“That’s my dad.” Long Ye replied.

“Squeak squeak.”

What’s our relationship, then? Aren’t we basically like brothers?

Shi Qian started spouting nonsense: “Squeak squeak.”

When I find my dad in the future, I’ll share him with you as your new dad.

The repeated mention of dad made Long Ye’s emotions fluctuate wildly. He wanted to call out Shi Qian for being ridiculous, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it—he knew Brother Qian was just trying to comfort him.

However— “Do you even know what kind of beast your dad is?”

Shi Qian honestly shook his head.

Who would know? His mother had never mentioned it.

“Then how are you going to find your dad?”

Shi Qian blinked his shiny black eyes. “Squeak?”

Should I just let my mom work harder?

“Squeak squeak.”

As long as my mom puts in the effort, she can switch dads every month—no problem!

Though, Long Ye probably wouldn’t be interested in some weak little pretty-boy rat dad. But that didn’t matter—Shi Qian’s main goal was just to ease Long Ye’s mood.

Shi Qian understood that in the cultivation world, killing and fighting were unavoidable. He didn’t mind Long Ye taking action, but he wanted him to remain rational.

After all his rambling, the murderous aura around Long Ye gradually faded, sinking back into his heart.

Then Long Ye took the initiative to ask, “Doing this to my own kin…”

Shi Qian cut him off: “Squeak squeak.”

I’m just a little dragon chinchilla, and I’m on your side!

Shi Qian wanted to express that since he wasn’t human, he didn’t care about all these moral dilemmas.

Besides, he truly believed—if your dad’s dad killed your dad, then if you wanted to kill your dad’s dad, that was perfectly reasonable. After all, the cultivation world had no enforcers of justice.

But what he didn’t realize was that the words dragon chinchilla were incredibly special to Long Ye—they hit right at his soft spot.

Hearing those words, Long Ye didn’t feel like Shi Qian was just spouting nonsense anymore.

Long Ye thought, Brother Qian is just a spirit beast. It makes sense that he doesn’t understand human ethics. In his mind, I’m his family, so sharing a “dad” is normal… And sharing a future “dad” too… That should be normal as well, right?

After all, he was just a little dragon chinchilla—a poor little thing who had never even met his own father.

Long Ye reached out and patted Brother Qian’s head. “Alright, I’ll take you to see our dad later.”

Shi Qian: “Squeak squeak.”

Then we should buy some wine. And maybe some peanuts.

The wine, of course, was for honoring the deceased.

The peanuts? Long Ye guessed it was for the actual nuts inside—Brother Qian really liked those fragrant dried peanuts. He had tried them himself before—they were pretty good.

This little distraction made the journey feel shorter.

When Long Ye broke into the underground mine beneath the spirit fields, he immediately alarmed the people inside, drawing out the elder in charge—Long Xing.

Before even seeing clearly, Long Xing shouted from a distance, “Who goes there?!”

Shi Qian: Your grandfather’s grandson, here to make you my grandson.

Long Ye had no interest in wasting words with Long Xing—he charged forward and attacked.

It wasn’t the most convenient approach, especially with so many others present in the mine. Before long, Long Ye was surrounded and outnumbered.

Shi Qian had already prepared himself, gripping his little sword and unleashing wind blades to help protect Long Ye in his stubborn battle state.

But in the end, watching Long Ye fight, Shi Qian still hesitated for a moment.

“Squeak.”

Let me do it.

Shi Qian sent a wind blade slashing toward Long Xing’s throat.

Faced with two lethal threats, Long Xing went all out to save his life. As a result, Shi Qian’s wind blade only managed to slice off a small tuft of his hair.

Shi Qian: …

Well. That was awkward.

“Squeak.”

Let me try again.

Before he could, Long Ye swiftly finished the job, ending Long Xing and scooping Shi Qian up.

“Let’s go.”