The next day’s lecture carried a different tone.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFInezxFLzR
The masters spoke about the founding of Tianlong Sect — the ancient war, the sealing of the Water Spirit beneath Port City, and the unity of the clans that had stood together a century ago.
For once, the hall fell silent.
After class, as the group rested beneath the plum trees, Yulian leaned back, breaking the silence.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG7slaTH5f9
“You know, twenty years ago, that Water Spirit — Long Wei’s daughter — was sealed near Port City. Now the people have built a temple around the place.”
Tianyao nodded. “I heard from my father. He said my parents — Long Wenxi and Xing Rongyue — along with your parents, Huo Liangfeng and Feng Lianhua, and Jinluo’s father Feng Zihan, joined forces with uncle Xing Liuyue and aunt Sheng Linyue, my granduncle Xing Lianchen and grandmother Long Meiyun, and even Matriarch Tianlong Yuhan herself to perform that sealing.”
Jianxu lowered his voice. “Yeah. I heard the girl was only five… tortured for ninety thousand years by someone unspeakable.”
The laughter vanished. A heavy silence settled.
Hanxu’s brows furrowed. “Who could do something that monstrous?”
No one answered. Only the wind moved through the courtyard.
Then Yulian spoke softly. “Whatever happens, never mention who Hanxu’s parents are. It’s not meant for the world to know.”
Hanxu smiled faintly at him — the kind of smile that thanked without words.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv0yriWEz8L
The others nodded solemnly, and one by one, they clasped hands — a silent vow of brotherhood.
But in the shadows beyond the trees, someone else had heard.
Sheng Kaixuan.
His eyes widened in shock. Xing Hanxu… is Aunt Linyue and Xing Liuyue’s son…?
That night, Kaixuan sent a letter to his father, Sheng Haoren, revealing everything. But fate, as always, had its own humor.
The letter ended up on Sheng Zhenwei’s desk — Linyue’s father himself.
When he read it, the world seemed to split open.
“Linyue’s… son?”
Within hours, the Sheng Clan assembled. Zhenwei’s command was clear: “Bring back my daughter’s child. Bring back Sheng Hanxu.”
But the Xing Clan already knew. Spies within the mountain had sent word to Xing Zhenyu — and before the Shengs could move, the Xings stood in their path.
The two patriarchs clashed.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTefMkPlWl5
Swords flashed, qi roared, the skies shook with their fury.
Zhenyu thundered, “You abandoned him, you disowned him! We raised him — he is Xing Hanxu, not Sheng Hanxu!”
Zhenwei roared back, voice breaking with years of regret, “You took my lover, your son took my daughter — and now you want my grandson too?!”
Zhenyu’s eyes burned cold. “Correction. She was my lover. My son loved her truly — and he loves Hanxu too.”
By dawn, the world knew the truth:25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOCFZRmxf3S
Xing Hanxu, son of Sheng Linyue and Xing Liuyue.
That night, silence filled the main hall of Tianlong Sect.
Before Matriarch Tianlong Yuhan, six kneeling figures trembled as she tapped a wooden stick against the floor.
“Because of these brats,” she said icily, “two patriarchs nearly destroyed half the realm.”
Hanxu, Yulian, Jinluo, Jianxu, Tianyao, and Kaixuan exchanged glances — all equally miserable, equally confused.
None dared to speak, but their expressions screamed the same thought:25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvCLJnVRj26
We didn’t do anything wrong… probably.
Yuhan sighed deeply, pressing her fingers to her temples. “You boys… will be the death of this world before Heiwu ever returns.”
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