All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

"How dare a mere old minister of the Elders' Hall speak to me like that at my daughter's grand wedding ceremony!"

"Is your Elder Hall openly challenging the authority of the clan leader? Are you trying to completely sever ties with my Taotie clan?!"

He questioned her sharply, his killing intent palpable!

This instantly escalated the factional conflict to the point of a complete break!

The atmosphere was extremely tense, and the confrontation between the two top factions was about to break out!

Faced with Jiang Huai's overwhelming pressure and furious questioning, the temple elder did not back down in the slightest. Instead, he sneered, his voice growing colder and more forceful:

"Escape the gluttonous race? Ha! Utterly laughable!"

"It seems Chief Jiang has forgotten the most basic rules!"

"My Elder Hall is the Elder Hall of the entire ferocious beast lineage, governing all branches and subordinate clans of the ferocious beasts!"

"When did we become the private appendages of your gluttonous clan, subject to your mere clan leader's arbitrary commands and manipulation?"

In short, it gets to the heart of the matter!

The Elders' Hall serves the public good! It governs the order and inheritance of the entire ferocious beast lineage.

The Clan Chief's Hall is for private use! It oversees the internal affairs of the Taotie clan, a single ethnic group.

The two are at different levels and have different authority; they are never in a superior-subordinate relationship!

Jiang Huai's attempt to seize control of the Elders' Hall is nothing but wishful thinking!

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

All the powerful beasts instantly saw the core conflict between the two sides and were secretly alarmed.

Today's wedding banquet is hardly a joyous celebration; it's clearly a battleground for two top factions!

Jiang Huai's face darkened completely, turning pale and then flushed, utterly humiliated.

He stared intently at the temple elder before him, his anger surging, yet he dared not openly break off relations.

With the Grand Elder as their backer and holding most of the power in the Beast Clan, the Elder Hall would inevitably suffer a severe blow if the clan were to completely break with the Elder.

Today is his daughter's wedding day. He cannot ruin the whole situation and let this marriage, which has been planned for decades, completely collapse.

Forcibly suppressing his anger, Jiang Huai took a deep breath and turned to look at Xu Qiu'an, who had remained silent and coldly observing the whole thing.

His tone softened, carrying a hint of compromise and goodwill, deliberately giving Xu Qiu'an ample face, and he spoke softly:

"alright."

"Today is my daughter Linlin's big day, a very auspicious day. Let's not let this little matter cause any unpleasantness within the tribe."

His gaze was fixed on Xu Qiu'an, carrying a hint of probing and a desire for reconciliation:

"You agree, Your Highness?"

All eyes in the room instantly focused on Xu Qiu'an.

Everyone is waiting for the Holy Son to make his statement.

We await his ability to resolve the impasse or completely ignite the conflict.

However, Xu Qiu'an's expression remained calm and composed throughout, without the slightest ripple.

He stared silently at Jiang Huai, who was deliberately feigning weakness while harboring ulterior motives, his dark eyes remaining completely undisturbed.

In his eyes, this factional dispute, this battle of face, this ethnic confrontation, was childish and laughable.

After a long silence, he finally parted his thin lips slightly, his voice cool and aloof, impartial yet subtly sharp:

"Since we have come to offer our congratulations on behalf of the Elders' Hall, we will follow the arrangements of our host family."

With a single sentence, he temporarily suppressed the elder's anger and gave Jiang Huai a way out.

But then, the tone shifted abruptly, a subtle reminder delivered with firm conviction and a strong sense of admonition:

"However, Chief Jiang, please be careful with your words."

Seven simple words, without any unnecessary accusations or forceful confrontation.

However, he clearly told Jiang Huai not to be delusional about trying to curry favor with the elders or bind himself to the Elders' Hall, and even less to try to control Xu Qiu'an!

Proportion, rules, and hierarchy must not be overstepped!

After speaking, Xu Qiu'an didn't look at Jiang Huai again, nor did he pay attention to the complicated gazes of the audience.

He turned slightly to the side and gave an indifferent order to the attendant beside him:

"Lead the way."

The attendant immediately bowed and greeted him respectfully, and stepped forward to lead the way.

Xu Qiu'an strode forward, his posture proud and upright, leading a group of elders and powerful figures into the depths of the Hall of Ten Thousand Beasts.

His back view was resolute, cold and distant; from beginning to end, he didn't glance at the residence of Jiang Chen, the protagonist of the wedding banquet.

Completely ignored, utterly severed.

Watching that aloof figure recede into the distance, Jiang Huai stood there, his smile completely vanished, replaced by a heart full of helplessness and heaviness.

He slowly shook his head, sighed softly, his eyes filled with worry and exhaustion.

"Still too young, not mature enough..."

Jiang Huai sighed inwardly.

Xu Qiu'an possesses unparalleled talent throughout history, incredible combat prowess, and cultivation talent unmatched in millennia.

But in the end, he was young and impetuous, and his temperament was completely affected by the estrangement between father and son. He was too stubborn and too cold.

In addition, the elders in the Hall of Elders deliberately showed favoritism and secretly instigated him, deliberately exaggerating the conflict between him and Jiang Chen.

Xu Qiu'an may seem to be enjoying great success and power now, but in reality, his path ahead is fraught with thorns and dangers at every turn.

The path of the Holy Son may seem glamorous, but it is actually extremely difficult to traverse.

Jiang Huai's mind was in turmoil, and no one knew his true, deeper calculations.

Everyone believed that he forced Jiang Chen to marry his daughter Jiang Linlin in order to use Jiang Chen's mysterious bloodline to produce a top-tier offspring and inherit the position of Taotie clan leader.

But the real strategy goes far beyond that.

His real purpose was to use this marriage to create a natural blood bond between the bloodline of Xu Qiu'an and Jiang Linlin and the bloodline of Jiang Chen's descendants.

We share the same origin and coexist in harmony.

In the future, the two children can support and check each other, one scholar and the other warrior, one steady and the other domineering, together upholding the entire lineage of ferocious beasts!

At that time, the Clan Head Hall and the Elder Hall will be naturally bound together, free from disputes and infighting, and will live in eternal harmony.

The Taotie clan, a lineage of ferocious beasts, will be completely unified, fearless of the dragon clan's oppression and the conquests of all races in the heavens!

This is the ultimate scheme he has been planning!

Regardless of whether Jiang Linlin can successfully give birth to a child with extraordinary bloodline in the future, and regardless of whether this marriage can achieve the most perfect effect.

As the Holy Son of the Ferocious Beasts, Xu Qiu'an's future leadership over the entire Ferocious Beast lineage was already predetermined.

Ultimately, he must walk his own path step by step.

But Jiang Huai had never anticipated this.

At this crucial juncture, Xu Qiu'an unexpectedly broke ties with Jiang Chen completely, and the father and son became like strangers, severing all ties!

This sudden rift between father and son completely disrupted all his plans and shattered all his expectations.

Thinking of this, Jiang Huai felt utterly exhausted and couldn't help but let out another deep sigh.

"Why……"

"My lineage of ferocious beasts has long been weakening, with the Dragon Clan's Di Qiu eyeing us covetously from the outside, and all the myriad races of the heavens waiting for their chance to strike..."

"Even at this critical juncture of life and death, the younger generation of the clan is still fighting amongst themselves, harboring resentment and hostility towards each other..."

"How tragic, how regrettable..."

The evening breeze, carrying the sinister purple-gold aura of the secret realm, swept past the palace gates, scattering the festive golden glow that filled the hall, leaving only a heavy sense of oppression enveloping the entire place.

No one could understand the deep anxiety in Jiang Huai's heart. Outsiders only saw the Taotie clan's current glory and prosperity, but they did not know that the ferocious beast lineage had long been trapped in a desperate situation.

The ancient ferocious beasts' fortunes have waned, and all the races of the heavens are eyeing them covetously.

In particular, Di Qiu, who broke through to the seventh level of the Breaking Realm and transformed into a five-clawed golden dragon, held the supreme authority of the dragon race. He trained the dragon army day and night, lying in wait to accumulate strength, all for the purpose of launching a great expedition to completely annihilate the ferocious beast lineage.

Despite facing overwhelming external threats, internally the country remained rife with factions and morale was low.

The Elders' Hall and the Clan Chief's Hall are secretly maintaining a balance of power, and the new generation of prodigies are becoming increasingly divided. The clan, which should be banding together to fight against external enemies, is now mired in internal strife.

Jiang Huai stared in the direction where Xu Qiu'an had disappeared, his gaze deep and his worry growing stronger.

With the complete rift between father and son, the grand scheme he had gambled on is now fraught with uncertainty, and the future is shrouded in mist.

This seemingly grand wedding, this seemingly stable bloodline union, was ultimately just the last glimpse of false prosperity before the storm.