In a small private villa in Purple Wind City, a magical holy land.
A chubby boy was clinging tightly to the leg of another unattractive young man, wailing like a pig being slaughtered.
"Brother Yang, you're the only one I can turn to." Han Tun, with snot and tears streaming down his face, tugged at Huo Yang's trouser leg, creating a rather strange scene.
"Don't rush, speak slowly." Huo Yang tossed over a pack of tissues with a look of disgust: "Also, wipe it clean."
Han Tun snorted through his nose, calming down.
"You've heard about our Han family's affairs. We have a ton of family rules, and they're incredibly strict, especially the ones about respecting elders and the virtuous. You absolutely, positively cannot offend your elders. I don't know which idiot old man set those rules. They're practically treating their descendants like they're not human!"
"And then?" Huo Yang raised an eyebrow and asked, thinking to himself that the way you spoke just now was quite filial.
“I fell asleep during the ancestral worship ceremony of my ancestor Han Chuan. I heard that my snoring was so loud that it reached the ears of my great-grandfather’s generation in the third row.”
Huo Yang: "...How did you survive? And how are you still standing here with all your limbs intact?"
Han Chuan is one of the legends of Zifeng City.
Four hundred years ago, the magical holy land of Purple Wind City, which was detached from the world, was affected by the war. It was a war launched between the Great Empire of Kavi and the Great Empire of Lor, but the scope of the war stretched across half of the continent and countless small and medium-sized countries.
Then Han Chuan emerged from the then-unknown Han family. He seemed to have a cheat code, guiding the region through several major setbacks and establishing the Han family through his immortal achievements.
Today, the Han family is one of the most powerful families in Purple Wind City, its influence even surpassing that of some small and medium-sized kingdoms. It can be said that Han Chuan is the spiritual anchor of the entire Han family for the past four hundred years!
In the Han family, arguing with an elder would at least result in being slapped dozens of times, receiving twenty strokes of the cane, and being locked up in a solitary confinement room for a day—it was utterly inhumane.
But that's how magical families are; they can make their own laws.
Han Tun's actions were disrespectful to the greatest ancestor. For the Han family, it wouldn't be excessive to skin him alive, let alone beat him to death.
This is because it is a family belief and tradition that the Han family has upheld for 400 years.
"I don't know either!" Han Tun said with a mournful face. "After they found me asleep, those ancestors not only didn't burn me alive, but they also smiled at me like little chrysanthemums."
Huo Yang's eyes widened in disbelief: "Which old chrysanthemum are you talking about?"
The chubby boy roared in fury: "Of course I'm referring to your face, you bastard!"
"Is that so? Maybe your old man has unique tastes... and has taken a liking to you?" Huo Yang pinched his chin and gave a serious analysis.
Han Tun: "...Don't make any more disgusting jokes at a time like this!!"
"Ahem," Huo Yang coughed dryly, chuckling awkwardly, "Actually, what I meant was, have you received a raise recently?"
"I got promoted, and not just a little bit." Han Tun said with a long face, "I feel like I'm about to become a big shot."
"So what I mean is, the next young master of the Han family?" Huo Yang guessed, "Actually, the so-called ancestral precepts are just a test. The real purpose is to select those brave people who dare to break the rules and defy conventions!"
His eyes gleamed: "Those dull and dull people are not qualified to be the true heirs who will lead your Han family forward!"
"No, that's not it." Han Tun rolled his eyes. "I have a cousin who once thought about rebelling against the family rules and showing his own unique personality."
“My uncle was beaten so badly by my great-grandfather that his legs were broken when he stood up during the ancestral worship ceremony… He still often has diarrhea while sitting in a wheelchair, which is worse than your brother’s situation. At least your brother is fine and doesn’t have diarrhea.”
A handsome young man nearby: "..."
He is Huo Lan, Huo Yang's younger brother. The two brothers are quite famous among the younger generation of Zifeng City Academy because of their extremely poor appearance.
The Huoyang brothers are twins who are barons in a small country. Due to the war between two great empires several years ago, their family was affected by the war, and the brothers lost their parents and wandered all the way to Zifeng City.
Then, the older brother, Huo Yang, was spotted and taken in by a magic master, and now he has earned this small villa for himself through his talent.
Of the two brothers, Huo Yang is not good-looking, to be precise, he is quite ugly, but Huo Lan is a stunningly beautiful young man. Because he injured his leg while wandering, he now sits in a wheelchair and appears weak and delicate. He is the kind of handsome young man who can make men swoon and arouse women's affection.
Many people speculated that Huo Lan was a woman disguised as a man to reduce harassment from some people, but Huo Yang knew that she was definitely not.
The specific reason is, well, quite embarrassing to admit...
Huo Yang stroked his chin, and as the saying goes, three cobblers can outwit Zhuge Liang. He tried his best to help his friend broaden his thinking: "Perhaps they admire your talent?"
"Your young master is only a level two mage at sixteen or seventeen?" Han Tun retorted, "Besides, the young master's requirements are much stricter!"
"I heard your ancestor Han Chuan was the same way? His magical talent wasn't much better either," Huo Yang muttered.
"People rely on intelligence; how can I compare to him?"
"Quite self-aware..."
The two chatted more and more off-topic, and the handsome young man in the wheelchair couldn't help but cough.
Hearing the dry cough, the two turned to look at Huo Lan.
"You came to my brother for something like this?" Huo Lan frowned, her beautiful brows furrowing in a rather graceful manner.
"No, I also consulted the dean of the academy. I'm starting to suspect that I'm going to become a sacrifice for some evil ritual."
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