Houtu bowed to Yang Fei, and the Wu Clan experts like Zhu Rong, Ju Mang, and the Snake Lady all gave their thanks to Yang Fei.

"No, you're too kind, I was only acting in self-preservation."

Yang Fei stepped back, not accepting their bows, speaking vaguely, as he did not wish to discuss the mysterious man further.

Figures like Houtu among them were significant figures within the Wu Clan, their status transcendent.

Yang Fei could fool around recklessly with Nuannuan, but he was very polite to Houtu and the others.

Houtu confirmed the news of Oskilov's death and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Among the top ten princes of the Immortal Race, Oskilov is ranked second in power; he has already broken through to the legendary Spirit Martial Realm, which is quite terrifying."

Saying this, sadness born in Houtu's eyes, and she sighed slightly.

"When the Witch Master was still alive, would Oskilov have dared to run riot at my Ancestral Altar?"

"The news of the Witch Master's death must have leaked out; that's why this guy dared to act recklessly at the Ancestral Altar. It's sad that my Wu Clan, filled with experts, could not stop him!"

At this point, Houtu's eyes turned red.

Nuannuan went over to support Houtu, unsure how to comfort her.

Yang Fei felt a chill down his spine and asked.

"In the Immortal Race, how many more experts like Oskilov are there?"

Houtu snorted, "Among the top ten princes of the Immortal Race, the most powerful is Hebrew, then comes Oskilov."

"The others are all below the Spirit Martial level, not worth worrying about. Alas, if the Witch Master were still alive, how would these clowns dare to provoke the Wu Clan? The Wu Clan lacks successors."

Saying this, Houtu sighed repeatedly, gently stroking Nuannuan's little braid.

"Nuannuan, do you see? Without a top expert in the clan to hold the fort, you will be bullied. This burden, only you can bear."

Nuannuan nodded, her childish gaze becoming steely.

"Auntie, I understand, please don't worry."

Listening to Houtu encouraging Nuannuan, Yang Fei felt very troubled.

With Oskilov indirectly dying by his hand, the Immortal Race lost such a Spirit Martial expert, and they would surely hold Yang Fei accountable for this.

When the time comes, if Hebrew, the number one ranked prince of the Immortal Race, comes to kill, he doesn't know how to resist?

An Oskilov was already unstoppable, so if an even more formidable opponent than Oskilov arrives, it would be a huge problem.

"Become strong, I must become strong."

Yang Fei clenched his fists, vowing silently.

Previously, he relied on sniping, the Dragon Battle Arena, and many Divine Skills of the Nine Extremes, triumphing over many experts beyond their Realm, growing increasingly arrogant.

However, after the battle with Oskilov today, Yang Fei realized the horror of a Spirit Martial expert; facing a Spirit Martial expert, not only was his sniping ineffective, but even the Dragon Battle Arena was unusable.

As for the various Divine Skills of the Nine Extremes, they were useless against the vast disparity in power.

To deal with Hebrew, at the very least, he would have to break through to the True Martial Realm to barely stand a chance; otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to escape.

What puzzled Yang Fei was that when Wu Clan experts broke through to the True Martial Realm, they did not suffer divine punishment.

And the experts of the Immortal Race also seemed not to face divine punishment. Could it be that divine punishment targets only humans?

Nuannuan threw herself into the arms of the Old Witch Master, who embraced her, tears streaming down his face.

"Nuannuan, it's Grandfather's fault, letting you endure hardship."

Nuannuan wiped away the Old Witch Master's tears, giggling.

"Grandfather, didn't you always say, 'Jade must be carved to be made into a useful object'? Suffering is also a form of cultivation."

The Old Witch Master's voice choked with emotion, feeling deeply gratified.

"Good child, you've finally grown up, just like your father, they all say you're a top genius of our Wu Clan."

While Nuannuan reminisced with the Old Witch Master, Yang Fei approached Rear Master, making a fist salute to her.

"Houtu Sister, I have a question for you."

Houtu was taken aback, looking at Yang Fei with his serious demeanor.

"Ask without hesitation, I will answer without reserve, go ahead?"

Yang Fei let out a long sigh.

"I don't know if Houtu Sister has ever heard of divine punishment?"

Houtu, upon hearing the words "divine punishment," immediately became visibly moved, looking Yang Fei up and down.

"Have you already been targeted by divine punishment?"

With a bitter smile, Yang Fei shook his head: "Not yet, but probably soon."

"The moment I break through to the True Martial Realm, I'm afraid divine punishment will immediately follow."

Houtu nodded, "You do not belong to the Ancient Remnant Clan; divine punishment begins at the True Martial Realm, what a pity."

"Heaven and earth are not benevolent, treating all things as dogs, practicing Martial Arts and defying fate is even more abhorred by the heavens!"

From Houtu's explanation, Yang Fei gathered that even the Ancient Remnant Clan could not escape divine punishment.

Curiously, he asked, "Houtu Sister, do you mean you too cannot avoid divine punishment?"

Houtu smiled bitterly, seemingly muttering to herself and also explaining to Yang Fei.

"Haven't suffered divine punishment? Do you know what the lifespan of our Wu Clan originally was?"

Yang Fei opened his eyes wide: "How many years?"

Houtu showed two fingers, an infinite sadness.

"Any normal member of the Wu Clan, if dying naturally, would have an average lifespan of over two hundred years, some living beyond three hundred."

"But now, our Wu Clan's lifespan is less than one hundred years. I am thirty-three, yet signs of aging have appeared already..."

At this point, Houtu pointed to the corner of her eye, eyes slightly reddening.

Yang Fei noticed and indeed saw wrinkles at the corner of her eyes, more delicate than those of ordinary human women.

Yang Fei's chest felt as if filled with mercury, breathing was extremely difficult, muttering to himself: "So that's how it is, so that's how it is."

Houtu sighed, "The Ancient Six Clans, are punished by the divine in different ways."

"Although the Immortal Race does not face Martial Arts level restrictions or reduced lifespan, they can inexplicably self-combust into ashes at any moment, the older they get and the higher their cultivation, the more likely this is."

"Therefore, the true experts of the Immortal Race prefer to remain in eternal sleep, not daring to speak loudly, even their breathing must be careful and cautious, living ignominiously, worse than a dog."

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