'Obligations… Obligations… What kind of obligations could I even have?! Did they move the sect? What about the Han family? Is this about me becoming a family elder?
Interacting with a room full of wrinkly old murderous arrogant family elders was an ordeal in and of itself. But now, these elders had lost their footing, their planet was nearly destroyed, and what was left it was inaccessible. Their lifeline was the Long family, and their only relation with that family was Long Xiu. If his mother really left the head position, Han De could see those old foxes trying everything they could to increase their influence.
Of course, this was all a scenario constructed from the cultivation idiot's memories. Since he never really showed interest in family matters, most of Han De's assumptions were unreliable.
The second possible scenario was him getting involved with the sect, but that seemed unlikely at best. The sect was just a front for the Han family, why would his grandmother from the mother's side call it an obligation?
'The only alternative that involves me is… arranged marriage? The Han family doesn't have any influence over there though.
Would the Long family care about that? Mom never talked about her family. She also tried to set up Ning Bi with me. Perhaps the Long family doesn't care about marriage alliances at all.'
Being a thorough planner, Han De went through the worst possible scenarios in his mind. While he did have some insight on the workings of a Xianxia family, and the workings of a 'righteous' sect, his exposure was ultimately limited to the experiences of the cultivation idiot. Inevitably, the conclusion he arrived at reflected what he thought to be the most important issue. Which was the upcoming 'war' with the cockroach's father.
As long as his mother was alive, Han De was certain that the Long family wouldn't be able to use him as a scapegoat for the war. She was his shield, so was his grandmother by proxy.
His disturbingly young-looking 'grandmother' did say it would take some time for her to arrive. But Han De obviously didn't trust her word. She seemed the type that could arrive in a few minutes then complain about how long it took her to get there. His impression of his grandmother was like a child with a magnifying glass. One that could observe random things for hours or commit ant genocide on a whim.
'No matter what, the safest option for me is to play the role of a filial son. If need be, I could rely on the System to impress the Long family to increase my worth, and have more leverage in general. I wonder how the girls are doing… Long Juan- no, my grandmother said that they were fine. They should have kickass body constitutions so they should be fine...'
Normally having powerful body constitutions would become a trouble magnet for MCs, but Han De's mother was with his disciples. She would never allow someone to take advantage of them.
'I really don't know anything about the Long family, nor the Myriad Realms or whatever the cockroach's faction is supposed to be...'
Han De tried his best to forget the cause of the war and the destruction of his homeworld. Whenever he thought about it his breath would become ragged, and his heart would start to race.
'Just forget about it. Don't think. Do something else. Let's do something else, yeah. Why not test the Nascent Soul swords? That should take my mind of useless things…'
While he absent-mindedly browsed his storage ring for the pair of Nascent Soul level swords, Han De noticed a worn down book tucked away in a corner. It took him a second to remember, that was his diary. Why was it so worn down?
He was looking for a distraction, why not check the diary out? The reason he started writing one was to keep an eye on his psychological state anyway, this seemed like a good time as any.
The first couple of pages were notes about educating his lackeys, sprinkled with his annoyances regarding the spiritual herb gardens. That was around the time he noticed the effects of the grandmaster level comprehension.
Han De had a cultivator's memory and could remember how he wrote every single letter, let alone the contents of that day. Against his better judgment, he felt that writing a diary might be a waste of time. His memory was simply better than an unreliable medium such as paper!
Still, Han De flipped to the next page. Which were filled with more ramblings about the inefficient treatment of the spiritual herbs. Being reminded of the truly atrocious conditions inside the sect made Han De furious. He flipped the page in anger. And immediately frowned.
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'Obligations… Obligations… What kind of obligations could I even have?! Did they move the sect? What about the Han family? Is this about me becoming a family elder?
Interacting with a room full of wrinkly old murderous arrogant family elders was an ordeal in and of itself. But now, these elders had lost their footing, their planet was nearly destroyed, and what was left it was inaccessible. Their lifeline was the Long family, and their only relation with that family was Long Xiu. If his mother really left the head position, Han De could see those old foxes trying everything they could to increase their influence.
Of course, this was all a scenario constructed from the cultivation idiot's memories. Since he never really showed interest in family matters, most of Han De's assumptions were unreliable.
The second possible scenario was him getting involved with the sect, but that seemed unlikely at best. The sect was just a front for the Han family, why would his grandmother from the mother's side call it an obligation?
'The only alternative that involves me is… arranged marriage? The Han family doesn't have any influence over there though.
Would the Long family care about that? Mom never talked about her family. She also tried to set up Ning Bi with me. Perhaps the Long family doesn't care about marriage alliances at all.'
Being a thorough planner, Han De went through the worst possible scenarios in his mind. While he did have some insight on the workings of a Xianxia family, and the workings of a 'righteous' sect, his exposure was ultimately limited to the experiences of the cultivation idiot. Inevitably, the conclusion he arrived at reflected what he thought to be the most important issue. Which was the upcoming 'war' with the cockroach's father.
As long as his mother was alive, Han De was certain that the Long family wouldn't be able to use him as a scapegoat for the war. She was his shield, so was his grandmother by proxy.
His disturbingly young-looking 'grandmother' did say it would take some time for her to arrive. But Han De obviously didn't trust her word. She seemed the type that could arrive in a few minutes then complain about how long it took her to get there. His impression of his grandmother was like a child with a magnifying glass. One that could observe random things for hours or commit ant genocide on a whim.
'No matter what, the safest option for me is to play the role of a filial son. If need be, I could rely on the System to impress the Long family to increase my worth, and have more leverage in general. I wonder how the girls are doing… Long Juan- no, my grandmother said that they were fine. They should have kickass body constitutions so they should be fine...'
Normally having powerful body constitutions would become a trouble magnet for MCs, but Han De's mother was with his disciples. She would never allow someone to take advantage of them.
'I really don't know anything about the Long family, nor the Myriad Realms or whatever the cockroach's faction is supposed to be...'
Han De tried his best to forget the cause of the war and the destruction of his homeworld. Whenever he thought about it his breath would become ragged, and his heart would start to race.
'Just forget about it. Don't think. Do something else. Let's do something else, yeah. Why not test the Nascent Soul swords? That should take my mind of useless things…'
While he absent-mindedly browsed his storage ring for the pair of Nascent Soul level swords, Han De noticed a worn down book tucked away in a corner. It took him a second to remember, that was his diary. Why was it so worn down?
He was looking for a distraction, why not check the diary out? The reason he started writing one was to keep an eye on his psychological state anyway, this seemed like a good time as any.
The first couple of pages were notes about educating his lackeys, sprinkled with his annoyances regarding the spiritual herb gardens. That was around the time he noticed the effects of the grandmaster level comprehension.
Han De had a cultivator's memory and could remember how he wrote every single letter, let alone the contents of that day. Against his better judgment, he felt that writing a diary might be a waste of time. His memory was simply better than an unreliable medium such as paper!
Still, Han De flipped to the next page. Which were filled with more ramblings about the inefficient treatment of the spiritual herbs. Being reminded of the truly atrocious conditions inside the sect made Han De furious. He flipped the page in anger. And immediately frowned.
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