Rebirth: Living in Wilderness with My Superpower

Yuwen Ji's face was full of grief: "Juner! I ask myself that I haven't treated you unfairly. If you're unhappy, tell me, and we'll resolve it well! Let's not end up father and son killing each other!"

"Father and son killing each other... Isn't that the Royal Family's favorite drama?" Yuwen Jun spoke lightly: "You can stop acting now. Ultimately, if I truly ascend the throne, perhaps within three years I'd meet my end, and maybe you've even written the abdication decree?"

"You... what are you talking about?" Yuwen Ji's eyes were filled with tremors: "You must have misunderstood something, did... did Fengfeng say something to you?"

"Baiju Country has been in chaos for years, the Emperor died, and his bloodline is wiped out, leaving only a young son supported by the Imperial Uncle as regent. Isn't that a puppet Emperor? Who wouldn't act when the puppet Emperor hasn't secured his seat on the Dragon Throne? Even the Royalist faction's alignment is clear—if the Regent King clears his political foes while the puppet Emperor is in power, in two or three years he could effortlessly ascend the throne, right?"

Yuwen Ji's innermost plan was revealed by Yuwen Jun without missing a word. His face alternated between green and white, and his fingers clenched: "Why do you think that?"

"If you want to keep something hidden, don't do it yourself." Yuwen Jun curled his lips: "Over the years, I haven't just grown taller, Regent King."

"I am your father!" Yuwen Ji huffed, his eyes wide with anger.

Yuwen Jun's eyes were icy cold: "I was free-born in the Cold Palace, and everyone said I was a bastard, fatherless. At first, my mother told me otherwise, but later I learned I was not, and finally found that I indeed was. Neither carrying the Late Emperor's blood nor able to enter my biological father's home. Since nobody wants to accept me, then don't accept me."

"I... haven't." Yuwen Ji stuttered.

"It doesn't matter anymore." Yuwen Jun slowly raised his hand, a black ring shining with an eerie light: "I won't place my hopes on anyone anymore. In this world, I only trust myself!"

As soon as Yuwen Jun finished speaking, Yuwen Feng and several strange living dead around immediately pounced on Yuwen Ji, a battle was about to erupt.

Yuwen Ji could no longer care whether this was his own son—to save his life, he drew his sword facing Yuwen Feng, swinging it mercilessly.

However, the sharp blade did not deter Yuwen Feng. He, like the living dead, charged at Yuwen Ji with disregard, feeling no pain even when cut.

Soon, Yuwen Ji and his small group were surrounded by the living dead, and wails soon echoed.

Yuwen Jun glanced lightly at the sky and smiled: "It's time, let this all end before the first snow falls."

At this moment, Yuwen Jun's Shadow came to his side. Ignoring the biting father and son, he bowed with his hands: "Master, the Witch Ancestor Mountain team is assembled."

"Let's set off to break the formation." Yuwen Jun glanced at the eerie forest and walked toward it first.

From the mist of Witch Ancestor Mountain emerged a group of people, covered in white fur from head to toe, with eyes showing only black pupils, their mouths whispering low.

As these people emerged, the forty thousand guards outside seemed summoned, stopping their attacks on lifeless bodies, stumbling after these people slowly moving forward.