No, it should be... absolutely a natural adversary.

If this Destiny Disk belongs to a man, it would be fine. Yuan Zhao would only be an Inferior Among Brothers for his entire life, a bit unlucky, but once adversity gives way to prosperity, he might turn misfortune into fortune and mature late. By then, becoming a pillar of the Dongxia Genealogy is entirely possible.

If this Destiny Disk belongs to a woman, Yuan Zhao would be in trouble.

Once involved, he would surely face utter destruction without a burial place!

Of course, these things aren’t absolute. Perhaps, as he said, true love can overcome all obstacles? But looking at this young brother, he doesn’t seem like someone worthy of that kind of key...

One still needs to be realistic.

Such rashness as seen in this impulsive Iron Fist is better left alone.

Either he doesn’t listen, or if he listens, he doesn’t understand; and even if he understands, he doesn’t act...

Men of the Yuan Family have always been stubborn without much thought. Those who age and become prudent are fine, as they have familial responsibilities that prevent them from recklessness. But if they are younger...

Forget it, exhausting the mind is useless; only relying on Iron Fist’s sanction works.

Ye Xueya is determined never to allow Yuan Zhao to have any further relationship with that woman.

She stretched out her hand, spreading her index and middle fingers apart like scissors, directly cutting off Yuan Zhao’s phone signal confiscated.

"Alright, stop dawdling. You’ve been dilly-dallying inside for long enough. The people should be arriving soon."

As Ye Xueya finished speaking, heavy footsteps resonated from behind the door.

Finally, returning after departure.

A peephole opened on the heavy gate, revealing a face with faint scales; beast-like vertical pupils coldly swept over them.

"The Great Elder is resting. No visitors today," the comer said coldly: "You should leave; you’re not welcome here."

Having waited in this shoddy place for half an hour, not even entering the door, no tea served. Yet now such an attitude. Yuan Zhao widened his eyes, ready to unleash his anger, but Ye Xueya raised her hand and slapped the back of his head, interrupting his actions.

"Let’s go, Yuan Zhao."

She said indifferently, "They don’t receive guests. Are you going to barge in and give them a beating?"

"Just leave like this?" Yuan Zhao asked bewildered.

"What else?"

Ye Xueya glanced at the tightly closed rear gate, chuckling softly, "Besides, haven’t we already received a reply? They’re bent on jumping into the pit with all their heart; you banging your head outside is useless."

"What next? Is the business in Osaka finished?" Yuan Zhao’s eyes lit up, instantly excited: "Where are we going?"

"Kyoto."

Ye Xueya mercilessly extinguished the thoughts in his mind: "We’re going to Kyoto—the game time is over, Yuan Zhao. It’s time to greet the masters here."

Casually, she pulled up the collar of the young, pretentious boy, turned, and walked away.

Long after, behind the tightly closed door, a sigh of relief was finally heard.

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Nara, within the quiet room, Amber gazed at the kneeling teenage girl before her, silently twirling a folding fan symbolizing poise and dignity in her hand, lost in thought.

After a long while, she asked: "Have you made up your mind?"

"Yes."

Zhenxi nodded, bowing in gratitude: "I’ve already received too much care from everyone. It’s not good to stay and add so much trouble. I think I should say goodbye."

Amber, somewhat troubled, raised the fan to tap her forehead, casually glancing at a man drinking tea in the corner of the quiet room, then asked: "Is it due to Huaizhi’s sudden departure?"

Zhenxi laughed and shook her head, "It has nothing to do with Miss Huaizhi. This is my own decision, made earlier. I believe if Miss Huaizhi knew, she would surely support me."

"...Supporting or not is uncertain, but since it’s your decision, I won’t stop you."

Amber sighed, setting down the feigned folding fan, and, not from the perspective of a clan leader but as a family member, asked: "Have you decided where to go next?"

"I haven’t thought about it yet, but I will first return to assure my mother of my safety. Then, if possible, I’ll strive to study, advance; Ah, if I could attend Miss Huaizhi’s alma mater, that would be wonderful. If my grades qualify by then, I’ll count on you for the recommendation letter."

She sincerely bowed and requested.

"Ivory Tower, ah... Someone like you should certainly gain entrance, even without a recommendation letter," Amber said: "If you don’t mind tying yourself with the Satomi clan, I’m fine with that."

"That would be much appreciated."

Zhenxi joyfully raised her head, smiling brightly.

On the girl’s temple, a smoothly curved small horn emerged subtly from beneath stray bangs, with faint silvery metallic glimmer resembling a tiny ring at its center.

This is the residual after-effect left by Hybrid’s Blood after the maturation period.

Once the Soul ascends, the body undergoes Metamorphosis, transforming towards a healthy and perfect foundational stance. During this short maturation period, substantial calories are consumed to support this near-rebirth change. The original ailments will be corrected, hazards left by Hybrid Blood will be removed, even the initially negligible resistance to Hell will have the chance for correction, although it might be slightly inferior to regular Sublimators, it’s nearly indistinguishable.

More importantly, the Disaster Fragment hidden within Mutated Blood will also mature, merging into the body, guiding the developed physique to align with a certain large group in the Abyss, offering enhancements in talents and Ability from that group.