Chapter 141: How Arrogant is the Zhengyi Holy Land!
On Spirit Peak, many mbers of the ng family were present. Although their cultivation levels were average, passing disciples showed them great respect, for they were the kin of ng Changqing, the newly appointed Young Master of Tai Xuan Sect.
“I never thought I’d stand here one day,” one ng family mber said excitedly as he gazed out at the rolling sea of clouds and majestic scenery.
“Do you think we have a chance to join Tai Xuan Sect for training?” another asked hopefully.
“Forget it. Look at your qualifications. Don’t co here to trouble the Young Master and end up being an embarrassnt in the outer sect for life,” soone retorted.
“True,” the hopeful one nodded regretfully.
Among the ng family, only the Young Master was outstanding. The rest were quite ordinary.
The elders of the ng family heard this and fell into deep thought. They did harbor such hopes, knowing that training in Tai Xuan Sect promised a better future than within the family. However, it didn’t seem right to exploit the Young Master’s new position for personal gain, especially when their qualifications were lacking. Perhaps the next generation might produce so good talents.
Gu Hongyu stood nearby, lost in thought. The reality felt like a dream. She never expected ng Changqing to achieve his current status as the Young Master of a first-rank sect and to possess such power. At just twenty, he had comprehended the legendary supre sword intent.
“Rember when you were ruined more thoroughly than I was, yet Changqing didn’t inherit anything from you. How could he…” Gu Hongyu struggled to understand, attributing it to ng Changqing’s personal opportunities.
In the cultivation world, luck, though unseen, was crucial. Many great figures rose from obscurity through such fortune.
“Young Master!” Suddenly, an excited voice from the family brought her back to reality. She turned to see ng Changqing walking towards them, every step bathed in sunlight, appearing radiant and sacred.
“Young Master,” voices rang out as all family mbers, including the elders, bowed deeply.
“No need for such formalities, especially you, Elders,” ng Changqing smiled, helping the foremost elder to his feet.
This elder was his third grandfather, the highest-ranking mber of the ng family.
“Thank you, Young Master,” the third grandfather said, patting ng Changqing’s hand with tears of joy, “Our ancestors would be incredibly proud if they could see this day.”
“Please, offer incense for during festivals, as my cultivation journey often keeps away,” ng Changqing requested with a smile.
“Of course, of course,” the third grandfather nodded eagerly, treating ng Changqing with utmost respect, acknowledging his rise to a formidable cultivator and Young Master of Tai Xuan Sect.
ng Changqing moved forward, the family parting to let him pass, knowing he sought soone specific – the family head.
With a signal from the third grandfather, they all stepped back, leaving space.
“Aunt,” ng Changqing called softly as he approached the railing where Gu Hongyu stood. Despite her petite fra, standing next to him, the height difference was striking. The sunlight accentuated his tall, robust figure.
“You’ve made great progress, kid,” Gu Hongyu said, habitually punching his chest lightly.
“All thanks to your training, Aunt. I owe everything to you,” ng Changqing replied with a smile.
“At least you have so gratitude. Now, I don’t need to worry about my later years. I’ll simply rely on you,” Gu Hongyu joked, removing her hat to reveal her stunning face, her hair flowing in the gentle breeze, looking extraordinarily beautiful in the sunlight.
“Are you srized by my beauty again?” Gu Hongyu teased, raising an eyebrow, bringing back mories of their past interactions.
“Indeed, among all the won I’ve seen, Aunt, you’re in the top three,” ng Changqing said earnestly.
“Top three? Have you had that many romantic encounters?” Gu Hongyu’s eyebrows shot up, “Back in my day, I was…” She paused, the mood turning somber.
“Aunt, can you finally tell about my mother?” ng Changqing asked after a mont’s thought.
“It’s not as complex as you think. No epic love stories, just a tale of mortals defying the heavens and failing,” Gu Hongyu sighed, knowing she couldn’t hide the truth anymore. “Do you know the Zhengyi Holy Land?”
ng Changqing’s eyes widened. In the cultivation world, holy lands were supre, setting all rules and standards, like today’s sect promotion criteria. However, his knowledge about holy lands was limited.
He only knew of their existence and their overarching authority, given his small family background in a remote region.
“Zhengyi Holy Land is the foremost of the four holy lands. They are incredibly domineering, claiming to be the rightful rulers of the heavens and determining all order. Anyone who defies them is considered rebellious and dood,” Gu Hongyu explained, anger flashing in her eyes.
“Your mother was from an ancient clan and a top disciple of Linglong Holy Land. But because she saved a demonic cultivator, she was judged by Zhengyi Holy Land, accused of colluding with demons and falling from grace. She was forced to cripple herself and was expelled from both the sect and her clan,” Gu Hongyu recounted, her voice heavy with emotion.
“After many assassination attempts, she t your father here in Tianling Prefecture, but the injuries eventually took their toll after your birth. Both passed away due to their severe injuries,” Gu Hongyu continued, providing ng Changqing with a clearer picture of his past.
“Having escaped those assassinations, it seed the endless turmoil finally ceased with her death.
“And that’s the story,” Gu Hongyu concluded, patting ng Changqing’s shoulder.
“Did the Linglong Holy Land just stand by while one of their disciples was ruined?” ng Changqing asked, appearing calm yet with a tinge of coldness.
“Zhengyi Holy Land is unmatched, not even other holy lands can compare. Moreover, Linglong Holy Land was undergoing a significant crisis back then and lacked the strength to intervene. As for her ancient clan, they wouldn’t dare oppose Zhengyi Holy Land,” Gu Hongyu explained, shaking her head. “I suggest you let go of any thoughts of revenge. Live a peaceful life and focus on your cultivation.”
With that, Gu Hongyu left, but not before handing ng Changqing a token. “This belonged to your mother. It might be useful soday.”
As she departed, ng Changqing took a deep breath, processing the new information. He had speculated about his heritage, but the reality exceeded his imagination.
Holy lands were legendary, and to think his mother and aunt were once disciples of such a place!
Though Gu Hongyu was filled with anger, ng Changqing found it hard to fully empathize, never having known his parents. Any feelings of attachnt were faint, born out of a sense of bloodline rather than experience.
“Sotis, even if you don’t seek trouble, trouble finds you,” ng Changqing muttered.
He had no desire to antagonize the holy land, but he couldn’t avoid preparing for potential future conflicts.
“I must continue to cultivate,” he resolved, his lightheartedness vanishing.
He didn’t want to leave his fate to an uncertain future. Regardless of what lies ahead, he needed to grow strong enough to protect himself and those he cared about.
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