Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

The Yue Family's father and son were overjoyed. Yue Qianxiao continued to work hard and increase the pressure on the Purple Cloud Soul Essence.

The purple light dimmed further and was about to disappear.

Just as the Yue Family's father and son thought that they were about to succeed, a strong wind surged violently and directly overturned the Yue Family's father and son.

“Who dares…”

Yue Jinrong was shocked, but before he finished speaking, his vision darkened and he fainted.

They did not even see the person's face clearly.

Yue Qianxiao was even more miserable. She fainted the moment she was flipped by the strong wind.

The Purple Cloud Soul Essence left his hands and landed in Di Lingtian's hands.

Di Lingtian looked down at the Purple Cloud Soul Essence in his hands and smiled. If he brought this back, he would probably get a lot of rewards.

Di Lingtian disappeared into the secret room.

It was as if he had never appeared here before.

Half an hour later, the unconscious father and son of the Yue Family slowly woke up.

The first thing Yue Jinrong noticed was that the Purple Cloud Soul Essence was missing.

“Someone stole the Purple Cloud Soul Essence!”

Yue Jinrong came to this conclusion.

“That's impossible, Father. There are traps everywhere and Spirit Casting experts guarding outside. How could anyone break in?”

Yue Qianxiao's first reaction was that it was impossible.

“Humph, it must be an expert arranged by that b*tch Zi Hua. She doesn't want the Purple Cloud Soul Essence to fall into the Yue Family's hands.”

That was why the thief could avoid all the traps and experts and sneak into this place.

“That b*tch hasn't stopped even after so many years!”

Yue Jinrong gritted his teeth in anger. The b*tch he was referring to was naturally his wife whom he had personally strangled to death.

Yue Jinrong asked Yue Qianxiao to try and sense the Purple Cloud Soul Essence.

However, to their disappointment, Yue Qianxiao couldn't sense it at all.

Yue Jinrong immediately led his men to a dilapidated courtyard.

The courtyard was dilapidated and in sharp contrast to the City Lord's luxuriousness.

Yue Jinrong kicked the door open. The dim candlelight reflected a young man's pale face.

The young man was about 17 years old with exquisite and beautiful facial features. His light purple eyes gave him a mysterious and flirtatious aura.

If not for the Adam's apple on his neck, people would definitely think that he was a peerless beauty.

The frail and handsome man lay weakly on the bed. His lips were dark, and it was obvious that he had been poisoned.

“Father, what brings you here?”

The frail man smiled, but his purple eyes were indifferent.

“Zi Shuilan, hurry up and hand over the Purple Cloud Soul Essence. A sickly person like you who's about to die at any moment isn't worthy of being the City Lord of the City of Beastmen!”

His smile deeply agitated Yue Qianxiao.

He almost succeeded just now. It was all this sickly person's fault for suddenly interrupting.

“The City Lord's position in the City of Beastmen has always belonged to the Zi Family's bloodline. If I'm not worthy, do you think you're worthy, Second Bro?”

The smile on Zi Shuilan's face did not diminish. Instead, it deepened.

Very good, the Purple Cloud Soul Essence was gone.

He really wanted to laugh out loud.

He had always been worried that the two of them would occupy the Purple Cloud Soul Essence. Now, no matter who stole it, it was better than falling into the hands of this beastly father.

“Very good. It seems that you insist on not handing it over. I'll pretend that I didn't give birth to an unfilial son like you today.”

Yue Jinrong was furious and hit his chest ruthlessly.