The vicious female Ye Youcha, who is in Shura Field every day

Chapter 327 Confrontation between father and son
Upper Realm, Dragon Clan, Dragon Abyss Palace.

Xuanyuan Hao sat upright in the main seat, his face ashen, his knuckles white from the force he exerted, almost crushing the armrest of the golden dragon throne.

He stared at his son, who stood backlit in the center of the hall, his dark gold beast robe still stained with the dust of the lower realm, and he could not suppress the anger in his heart.

"You still dare to come back?"

Xuan Yuanhao slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his voice icy cold, "Last time you ran away from the banquet halfway through, causing your father to lose face in front of all the races of the Upper Domain."

The Xuanjia guards standing in the hall were terrified and knelt down, even their breathing became soft.

Last time, this bastard lost his memory and personally severed his mate mark with that female from the lower realm, Su Xiyue. He thought his son had finally woken up and learned to let go.

Overjoyed, he held a grand banquet for all the tribes of the Upper Realm, inviting noblewomen to choose a suitable and high-born wife for the young dragon king.

The results of it?
This rebellious son, in front of everyone at the banquet, threw down the words "I will not choose a concubine" and stormed off! He, Xuan Yuanhao, caused the entire Dragon Clan to lose face in front of all the other clans in the Upper Realm.

They became a laughing stock.

What's even more hateful is that he sent the Xuanjia Guards to the lower realm just to teach those wolf cubs and snake cubs who dared to gang up on his son a lesson and vent his anger.

That bastard, instead of being grateful, stepped in to stop them and protect those lower-level beasts.

This is a slap in the face to him as a father and to the entire dragon clan!

Xuanyuan Ming stood ramrod straight, his dark golden eyes staring directly at his enraged father without flinching.

His face lacked its usual indifference or madness; instead, it carried a strange calmness, and... a hint of indescribable complexity.

“Father, I remember now.”

His voice was calm, devoid of any emotion, yet extremely penetrating.

Xuan Yuanhao was taken aback for a moment, then coldly sneered: "Remember what? Remember how that imposter deceived you and toyed with your feelings?"

"She didn't lie on purpose; she was just terrified by my madness at the time. She was afraid I would kill her and wipe out the wolf tribe, so she didn't dare to tell the truth."

Having regained his memory and reason, Xuan Yuanming clearly understood the cause and effect and tried to speak up to defend Su Xiyue.

"Not on purpose?"

Xuan Yuanhao slammed his hand on the armrest, which instantly shattered. "Do you think I'd believe your nonsense? If that female truly cared for you, she would have told you the truth before the witch died. When you went back to question her out of doubt, she should have confessed instead of pretending and deceiving you into believing she was the one."

At this point, his expression grew increasingly disdainful, and he looked down on her from the bottom of his heart. "A wandering ghost, who knows where, possessed that young girl's body, and even tried to take her place, to enjoy her father's love, her husband's love, and the love of her clan. What's worse, she deceived your feelings and enjoyed everything that didn't belong to her. She's nothing but an evil spirit. When you realized what was happening, you should have extracted her soul and killed her. That was the right thing to do! If it weren't for those few lowly beings from the lower realms interfering..."

His eyes revealed a murderous intent.

"Father!"

Xuan Yuanming's voice suddenly rose, his emotions teetering on the verge of spiraling out of control.

The temperature in the hall dropped sharply.

"I didn't come back this time to hear your judgment on whether she was right or wrong!"

He suppressed the raging emotions churning within him and spoke each word clearly: "I've come to tell you that Yue'er has given birth, she's given birth to two dragon eggs, they are my bloodline!"

The last four words resounded like thunder in the silent hall!
"what?!"

Xuan Yuanhao suddenly stood up, his fury instantly replaced by shock.

They were even filled with bewilderment and disbelief.

His sharp gaze was fixed on his son's face, trying to find any trace of a lie.

Unfortunately, Xuan Yuanming's eyes only held a deep and resolute determination.

Dragon eggs? Two?
The dragon race has a powerful bloodline, but it is extremely difficult for them to reproduce.

Many dragon couples may never be able to conceive a dragon egg in their entire lives.

For example, the First Elder, Second Elder, and Third Elder are not without partners, but rather they are unable to have children even if they have partners.

This has become an unspoken unease among the powerful races of the Upper Realm.

He was able to give birth to Xuanyuan Ming; I don't know what kind of incredible luck he had.

Thinking of this, Xuan Yuanhao's expression was extremely complicated as he slowly walked down the jade steps.

That...that imposter he considered a disgrace, a stain on the dragon bloodline...actually laid two dragon eggs? And they're his son's bloodline?
The immense shock left the seasoned dragon patriarch speechless for a moment.

The hall was deathly silent; even the air seemed to have frozen.

Looking at the ever-changing expression on his father's face, Xuan Yuanming continued, "I witnessed the entire birthing process with my own eyes. Bloodline intuition cannot be faked; that is my child."

He stepped forward, his beast-patterned robe billowing without wind, emanating an invisible pressure that was not a provocation, but a declaration:

"Father, I know you despise her and think she's unworthy. You call her an imposter, a wandering ghost, and believe she deceived me. Yes, she deceived me, using the original owner's identity. But what I forgot is that when I was at my most insane, most destitute, and most like a true 'mad beast,' it was she who pulled me out of the mire, detoxified me, and brought me back to my senses! It was she who, when I lost my memory and instinctively still rejected all females, was the only one I couldn't resist. And it was also she... who, after being so hurt, humiliated, and even almost killed by me, still gave birth to my bloodline."

Xuan Yuanming's eyes reddened at some point, and his voice was more serious than ever before:
"I, Xuan Yuanming, am eccentric and unpredictable, infamous in the Upper Realm. But I know what I want. In the past, I was obsessed with a phantom, hurting those I truly deserved. Now, I only want her! I want my child! I want Su Xiyue!" He emphasized again, resolutely: "This is not a request, it's an announcement. I will return to the Lower Realm. I will use every means to win her forgiveness. No matter the cost, no matter how long it takes, even if... she never accepts me, I will accept it."

Seeing the pain, regret, obsession, and determination in his son's eyes, Xuan Yuanhao felt his chest heave violently with anger.

He was filled with a complex mix of emotions: anger, shock, a yearning for blood, and a deep-seated loathing for counterfeits.

If the one who laid the dragon egg wasn't that imposter, but even the deceased original owner, Su Xiyue, he would put aside his prejudices and resentments to accept it.

Then, he arranged for Ming'er to go to the lower realm to marry in a grand ceremony, as the young lord of the dragon clan.

The bloodline of the dragon race cannot be insulted, nor can it be allowed to wander outside.

But it just so happens that it was born to that imposter, and it's a wandering ghost that drifted in from who-knows-where.

Xuan Yuanhao found it really hard to convince himself to accept it, and even looking at his two grandsons whom he had never met, he felt as if he were looking at evil spirits.

But he happens to be of the bloodline of their dragon clan, and also his grandson.

In the end, he stopped roaring and shouting. He simply sat back down slowly and heavily on the dragon throne, as if he had aged considerably in an instant.

Deep within his sharp eyes surged unfathomable waves.

He waved his hand, his voice weary and cold, carrying a sense of impending doom: "Get out—"

"Get back to your lower realms right now, and don't get in my way."

He neither accepted nor opposed, but the suppressed silence and the final roll were more like a truce before the storm.

Xuanyuan Ming gave his father a deep look, but said nothing more.

He turned around and strode out of the Dragon Abyss Palace, heading straight for the Dragon Clan's treasure vault.

This matter quickly reached Xuan Yuanhao's ears.

"Young Master emptied half the treasure vault?"

Xuan Yuanhao crushed the jade cup in his hand into powder with a "crack," his face turning ashen. "You bastard!"

The servant knelt on the ground, trembling. "Young Master said that Dragon Egg Mother had a hard time giving birth and needs to replenish her body."

"To nourish the body?"

Xuan Yuanhao laughed in anger, "The Dragon Clan's millennia of savings are just for nourishing a lower-realm female?"

He suddenly stood up and stepped down the jade steps, preparing to go and take a look at the Dragon Clan's treasure vault.

Suddenly, Feng Xiao's lazy voice came from outside the hall, "Oh, why are you so angry?"

Feng Xiao staggered in, his voice tinged with schadenfreude, "If you ask me, Ming'er is much better than you; at least she knows how to cherish her partner."

Xuan Yuanhao sneered, "Stop watching the spectacle. I heard that imposter even laid two phoenix eggs."

In fact, he had no idea whether Su Xiyue had laid a phoenix egg or not, but that didn't stop him from using it to shut the old scoundrel up.

They want to see him make a fool of himself, but they don't even look at their own son. He's no better than them.

Don't think he doesn't know; Feng Su also went to the Lower Realm, and he's still that imposter, the seventh one, ranked after Ming'er.

Upon hearing this, Feng Xiao's expression changed drastically, but he quickly regained his gloating look. "So what? At least my Phoenix Clan doesn't have the same difficulty in producing offspring as your Dragon Clan."

So what if they were born? If he doesn't acknowledge them, they're just two wild phoenixes.

As for that bastard Feng Su, if he has the guts, he should stay in the Lower Realm for the rest of his life and never come back.

At worst, I'll just create a new account.

It just so happens that Ru'er is about to give birth. If the phoenix egg is male and has good potential, we will raise it well.

While females are considered precious in the beast world, that only applies to ordinary beastmen.

Top-tier and extremely powerful orcs like them would never lack females.

There shouldn't be too many women who try to climb the social ladder by attaching themselves to powerful men.

In fact, many chiefs of small and medium-sized tribes even sent their daughters to his bedside in search of protection.

Ru'er was beautiful and charming, and had a sweet tongue, which made him very fond of her.

She was the daughter of the chieftain of the Peacock Tribe. Later, her father took the opportunity to send her to Feng Xiao's side, with the purpose of having the Phoenix Tribe protect the Peacock Tribe.

Feng Su, far away in the lower realm, was unaware that his father had abandoned him and started raising a new account. At this moment, he was carefully incubating the egg in his room.

They would occasionally pour the elixir over it.

Su Xiyue was unaware of what had happened in the Upper Realm and was only focused on recuperating.