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Chapter 162: Qingyun Jian Ge
"Hao Er has returned?" Hearing the news, Wei Xinghe was truly delighted.
"Not just him," came the reply. "Young Master An brought back several of his fellow disciples from the sect. Oh, and Yu Yan has come back with them as well."
"Yu Yan is back?" Wei Xinghe's eyes widened even more. "Quickly—go tell The Lady of the Wei Family! And where are they now?"
"They've already entered the estate. Young Master An is receiving them outside."
Wei Xinghe hurried forward.
His eldest son, sent years ago to study at Qingyun Jian Ge in Jizhou, had been away for several years. Never had he expected him to return so suddenly—just in time before An Er's formal apprenticeship ceremony. It was truly a double blessing.
Reaching the front courtyard, he saw his younger son eagerly circling a tall, poised young man. Around him stood several other youths and maidens of similar age, all bearing refined and distinguished airs.
The young man smiled gently—there was no mistaking him. It was none other than Wei Zihao.
"Good, good—grown stronger," Wei Zihao said with a warm smile, looking at his younger brother. He remembered how fragile and moody his brother used to be. Now he was sturdy, vibrant, and full of life.
"Brother! Why didn’t you warn us you were coming? We had no idea!" Wei Zian exclaimed, grinning.
"I was on a sect trial mission. I happened to pass through Cang County, so I decided to stop by. By the way, little brother, I’ve heard some rumors about our family lately. I’d like to ask you about them."
"Ahem!" The two brothers were still chatting when Wei Xinghe cleared his throat and stepped forward.
"Father!" Wei Zihao turned, his expression instantly serious as he bowed deeply.
"Welcome, Wei Family Head."
The other young disciples and maidens nearby also gave a respectful bow.
"No need for ceremony. You’ve traveled far—no doubt weary. A Hai, prepare a banquet at once. Let’s welcome these young heroes."
"Yes, sir." Wei Da Zong Guan bowed and hurried off to prepare.
"Uncle, where’s my little aunt?" One of the maidens suddenly darted forward with a cheerful laugh.
Wei Xinghe smiled warmly. "Yu Yan’s here too? Your aunt is in the back garden. You go find her yourself."
"Father, I’ll go greet Mother first," Wei Zihao said.
"Go ahead. She hasn’t seen you in years—she’s missed you terribly."
After visiting his mother and sharing a joyful reunion, Wei Zihao finally made his way to his father’s study.
"Father," he began, "during my journey back, I heard many things about our family. I was told that the Northern Frontier Tian Cang Sect recently sent envoys to besiege our Wei Family Residence. Even the Xian Tian Zong Shi himself appeared. Is this true?"
"Indeed it is," Wei Xinghe confirmed.
"Then why didn’t you send word to me? Why didn’t you call me back to help?" Wei Zihao’s voice trembled with concern. When he’d first heard the news, his heart had been in turmoil.
The Northern Frontier Tian Cang Sect was a formidable sect—on par with Qingyun Jian Ge. To cross multiple provinces just to attack the Wei Family? It was madness.
Had he not learned later that the crisis had already passed, he would’ve ridden straight back the night before.
"Back then, the situation was dire. Everyone in the estate was under their control. No messages could get out."
He didn’t say the other reason: Ancestor had been missing in action, and Wang Cangyi—the Xian Tian Jing master—had been stationed on the enemy side. Even if Wei Zihao had returned, it would have changed nothing. There was no way to turn the tide.
It was better for him to remain at Qingyun Jian Ge, preserving the family’s bloodline and ensuring the Wei line wouldn’t be extinguished.
"Enough," Wei Xinghe said gently. "The past is past. Fortunately, we were saved by a great benefactor. The crisis has passed. Ancestor has returned safely. Nothing could be better."
Seeing his eldest son about to speak again, Wei Xinghe forestalled him.
Wei Zihao swallowed his words and instead asked, "Father, who exactly helped us? I’ve heard so many wild stories on the road—most of them sounded like nonsense. I can’t tell what’s true."
He remembered the rumors he’d picked up during his journey. Most were clearly exaggerated, even absurd.
"The one who saved our residence was Chen Laodaifu and Lu Xiao Langjun. Even your mother and Zian were rescued by them."
Wei Xinghe recounted the events briefly—but Wei Zihao’s jaw dropped wider with each sentence.
"Father… you’re saying a powerful Xian Tian Jing master defeated Wang Cangyi, who had grievously injured Ancestor? And his disciple—using Jin Gu Jing Wan Man—defeated a Wu Dao Zong Shi who was at Nei Fu Man Yuan level?"
"Yes. Without Chen Laodaifu and his disciple, our family estate would have been reduced to rubble."
"But… that’s impossible!" Wei Zihao gasped. "How could a Jin Gu Jing master possibly defeat a Wu Dao Zong Shi? Did you really see it? Are you certain?"
"Even if I was mistaken," Wei Xinghe replied calmly, "do you think every martial master in the county was mistaken? And Ancestor was there. So was the County Magistrate. Zhi Rui from Tian Ji Lou witnessed it too. They all saw Lu Xiao Langjun defeat Wang Cangyi’s chief disciple with their own eyes."
The memory of Lu Qing’s clash with the Kuiwu Dahan still stirred deep within Wei Xinghe. As a fellow Wu Dao Zong Shi, he knew full well just how terrifying Lu Qing’s power had been.
Wei Zihao stood frozen, mouth agape.
If Ancestor himself had been there… it was undeniable.
Yet the truth was so staggering, so beyond belief, that he couldn’t process it.
How could a Jin Gu Jing cultivator defeat a Wu Dao Zong Shi in direct combat?
"Stop dwelling on it," Wei Xinghe said, sensing his son’s shock. "Lu Xiao Langjun is no ordinary person. His talent is beyond what most can imagine. Don’t compare him to ordinary warriors."
After a long silence, Wei Zihao finally regained his composure, chuckling bitterly.
"I understand, of course. There are some geniuses who transcend the ordinary. But I never thought a place like Cang County—such a small county—could produce someone like this."
He thought back to when he’d first joined Qingyun Jian Ge. He’d been crushed time and again by the sect’s sword geniuses, until he finally learned the truth: there are always people above you, and beyond the sky, there are realms beyond imagining.
But now, even those prodigies seemed insignificant when compared to the Lu Xiao Langjun his father described.
"Lu Xiao Langjun is exceptionally gifted, and his strength is extraordinary. But he’s also remarkably humble. He’s currently staying in the estate—why don’t you bring your brother to pay him a visit when you have time?"
Wei Xinghe still remembered Lu Qing’s miraculous abilities. If possible, he hoped both his sons could form a bond with him.
"Wait… Lu Xiao Langjun is staying in our home?" Wei Zihao’s eyes lit up.
"Yes. He and his master now reside in Youzhu Xiao Yuan. There’s also a young lady with them—be careful not to offend them."
"Is the Xian Tian Jing master staying too?" Wei Zihao’s excitement grew.
"Leave Chen Laodaifu alone. He’s been invited frequently by Ancestor to discuss Xian Tian martial arts. If you anger Ancestor, even I won’t be able to protect you."
Wei Zihao shivered at the thought.
He knew better than to challenge Ancestor’s authority.
(End of Chapter)
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