377: Chapter 371 Bringing Huang Xia Back

The night was deep.

Starlight was obscured by clouds; only the mountain-protecting array atop Fu Ge Mountain emitted a faint, cold light.

Chen Zhiwen did not immediately go to the main peak's deliberation hall.

He wanted to return to his own Immortal Cave first.

That was where his true Foundation lay.

It was also the core center of power for the entire Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

"Hold on tight."

Chen Zhiwen commanded in a low voice.

Before the sound had faded.

A gentle yet irresistible spiritual power instantly enveloped Huang Xia beside him.

Huang Xia had not yet reacted.

She only felt her feet lighten.

Her entire body rose into the air instantly, as if riding the clouds and mist.

The wind whistled past her ears.

The scenery in her vision receded rapidly, turning into streaks of blurred light.

This speed was several times faster than the wind-driving carriage from before.

Huang Xia was scared pale.

Subconsciously, she grabbed Chen Zhiwen's sleeve tightly.

Her knuckles turned slightly white from the force.

She kept her eyes tightly shut, not daring to look down.

Fearing that she might accidentally fall from this immense height.

Chen Zhiwen's expression was indifferent.

While controlling his escape light to fly at high speed, he spread his immense Divine Sense out like a tidal wave.

It instantly enveloped the entire Fu Ge Mountain.

He was scouting.

Checking if everything here was as usual.

Checking if those he cared about most were safe and sound.

His Divine Sense swept over a quiet Immortal Cave on the mountainside.

There was a familiar aura there.

Cold, arrogant, yet carrying a hint of lingering attachment.

That was Nie Chunxia.

"She has returned?"

Chen Zhiwen's heart stirred slightly.

It seems this trip to the Heavenly Star Sect went even more smoothly than expected.

He had originally thought it would take at least half a month; he hadn't expected her to return so quickly.

His Divine Sense continued to extend upward.

Sweeping over another heavily guarded Immortal Cave.

There were two auras, one male and one female, occupying that place.

The male's aura was as violent as thunder, while the female's was as gentle as water.

It was Chen Dazhi and his wife Song Yaqian, who had guarded Leng Yue Island for many years.

"They are here too?"

Chen Zhiwen raised his eyebrows slightly.

Chen Dazhi and his wife were stationed outside year-round and rarely returned to the Sect.

Their sudden return must be for the upcoming Northern Territory expansion plan.

It seems the Family's emphasis on this operation far exceeded his expectations.

Finally.

His Divine Sense locked onto an exquisite courtyard at the mountain peak.

That was Chen Linlin's residence.

At this moment.

The courtyard was brightly lit.

Over a dozen powerful auras were gathered within.

Besides Chen Linlin herself.

There were also Chen Zhengchu, Tu Longfei, and other pillars of the Family.

Even a few guest elders who rarely appeared were there.

These people were sitting together in a circle.

Their expressions were anxious, and the atmosphere was heavy.

It seemed they were discussing some extremely thorny major issue.

"It seems the situation is more complex than I imagined."

Chen Zhiwen thought to himself.

However.

Since he had returned.

Then all complexities would be easily resolved.

"We are here."

Chen Zhiwen said softly.

The escape light halted abruptly.

Then it slowly descended onto the open space outside Chen Linlin's courtyard.

The solid feeling of his feet hitting the ground returned.

Only then did Huang Xia dare to open her eyes.

She patted her chest, panting heavily.

The experience of high-speed flight just now was simply too stimulating for her, being only at the Qi Refinement Stage.

Chen Zhiwen ignored her disheveled state.

He straightened his robes.

Then he waved his large sleeve.

An invisible sound transmission ripple instantly penetrated the courtyard's Restriction and reached the ears of everyone inside.

"Come out, all of you."

The voice was flat.

Yet it carried an unquestionable majesty.

The conversation inside the courtyard stopped abruptly.

Immediately after.

A flurry of hurried footsteps rang out.

Before Chen Zhiwen could move to open the Restriction.

A beautiful figure appeared at the doorway as if teleporting.

A water-blue palace dress fluttered gently with the night breeze.

It was an exquisitely beautiful Face.

Cold as frost, yet beautiful as peach blossoms.

Between her brows, there was a sense of aloofness that kept people at a distance.

It was Nie Chunxia.

The moment she saw Chen Zhiwen.

Her originally indifferent eyes softened instantly.

But it was only for a moment.

Very quickly, it returned to its usual coldness.

The two had not seen each other for half a month.

But this half-month separation seemed to have not diminished their bond in the slightest.

Instead, like aged wine, it had become even more mellow.

"When did Chunxia return to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?"

Chen Zhiwen looked at her; instead of immediately stepping forward to embrace her, he frowned.

His tone carried a hint of reproach.

As if blaming her for not notifying him sooner.

Or perhaps worrying about whether she had encountered any danger along the way.

Nie Chunxia seemed to have long been accustomed to this way he expressed concern.

She was not angry.

She simply replied indifferently:

"Yesterday."

Her voice was as cold and clear as jade beads falling on a plate.

Her gaze passed over Chen Zhiwen's shoulder.

And landed on Huang Xia, who was standing behind him.

In that instant.

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

An invisible chill instantly permeated the air.

The surrounding temperature seemed to drop by several degrees.

Huang Xia felt her whole body tremble.

As if she had been targeted by a primordial beast.

That fear from the depths of her Soul made her almost want to kneel to the ground.

Fortunately, that chill came quickly and left just as quickly.

Nie Chunxia just swept a glance and then withdrew her gaze.

Although it was just a glance.

But the fleeting coldness in her eyes was keenly captured by Chen Zhiwen.

She was wary.

And she was suspicious.

Suspecting what identity this little girl who suddenly appeared by Chen Zhiwen's side actually had.

Whether it was someone Chen Zhiwen had brought back from flirting outside...

"Who is this?"

Nie Chunxia's voice remained calm.

But only Chen Zhiwen could hear the hint of jealousy hidden within.

Chen Zhiwen did not immediately expose her little thoughts.

He just smiled.

His smile carried a bit of helplessness and doting.

"Regarding this girl, I will announce it together once Aunt Linlin and the others are all here."

"To save the trouble of having to explain it all over again later."

As he spoke.

He secretly transmitted a message to Huang Xia:

"Girl, be sharp."

"The person before you is a Nascent Soul Ancestor of the Heavenly Star Sect."

"And she is a close friend of mine, Chen Zhiwen."

"Do not lose your manners."

Huang Xia heard this.

Her heart jolted violently.

A Nascent Soul Ancestor of the Heavenly Star Sect?!

What a terrifying existence that was!

A top-tier powerhouse who, in legends, could destroy a city with a flick of a finger!

It was actually such a young and beautiful woman?

And listening to Senior Brother's tone... a close friend?

This relationship was probably not simple.

She dared not think too much.

She quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply.

Respectfully performing a grand salute:

"Junior Huang Xia pays respects to Senior Nie!"

Her voice trembled.

That was the instinctual awe of the strong.

Nie Chunxia looked at the trembling little girl in front of her.

The doubts in her heart dissipated slightly.

This girl looked only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Her cultivation was low, and her eyes were clear.

And that fear from the bottom of her heart could not be faked.

She really didn't look like the type of seductress who would bewitch a Revered Master.

She looked more like a Junior who had never seen the world.

"No need for formalities."

Nie Chunxia raised her hand.

A gentle force lifted Huang Xia up.

Her tone softened a bit.

But the doubts in her heart were not completely eliminated.

What exactly did Chen Zhiwen go out for this time?

How could he bring back such a little girl?

And why introduce her to everyone so solemnly?

Could it be that this girl had some special background?

Or perhaps... was she an apprentice he had taken in?

Just as Nie Chunxia was secretly speculating.

Dense footsteps came from deep within the courtyard.

A dozen figures filed out.

Leading them were Chen Dazhi and Chen Linlin.

Closely following were Chen Zhengchu, Tu Longfei, and others.

In the Ten Thousand Swords Sect at this moment, every one of these people was a big shot who could make the earth shake just by stomping their feet.

But at this moment.

Before Chen Zhiwen, they were all like obedient primary school students.

"Greetings to the Grand Elder!"

"Greetings to Senior Nie!"

The dozen people walked up close.

All bowing in unison.

Their movements were uniform.

Their voices were as resonant as a bell.

Echoing on the silent mountain peak.

Huang Xia stood to the side.

Watching this shocking scene.

She was completely stunned.

These were all Seniors at the Golden Core Stage!

Usually in the Huang Family, seeing one Golden Core Elder required bowing and worshipping.

And here, there were over a dozen!

And the aura on each of them was several times stronger than her own great-grandfather!

However.

It was this group of powerhouses.

Yet they were so submissive and respectful to that young "Senior Brother."

At this moment.

Chen Zhiwen's image in her heart was instantly raised infinitely.

Simply as inviolable as a god.

"All of you, rise."

Chen Zhiwen waved his sleeve casually.

A massive surge of magic power poured out.

Instantly lifting everyone up.

Immediately after.

He pointed his fingers at the void repeatedly.

"Condense."

Only a soft command was heard.

The surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi gathered rapidly.

In the blink of an eye.

Over a dozen crystal-clear spiritual power chairs condensed behind everyone.

Each chair emitted a faint fluorescent glow.

Carved with exquisite cloud patterns.

Both beautiful and practical.

This technique of condensing objects from the void.

Once again made everyone present tremble in their hearts.

Especially Huang Xia.

She was watching with her mouth agape.

Is this the method of a Nascent Soul powerhouse?

It is simply doing as one pleases, turning decay into magic!

"Thank you, Grand Elder, for granting us seats!"

Everyone bowed again.

Then they sat down in order according to their respective status.

Without the slightest chaos.

And no one dared to say a single word of nonsense.

The entire process was orderly and strictly regulated.

Huang Xia stood behind Chen Zhiwen.

Watching this scene before her.

Her heart was filled with shock.

Is this the heritage of a great Sect?

Is this the majesty of a top-tier powerhouse?

In comparison.

The so-called Family rules of the Huang Family were simply as ridiculous as children playing house.

Chen Zhiwen did not sit down.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone present.

His eyes were deep.

As if he could see through everyone's heart.

Chen Linlin, Chen Dazhi, Song Yaqian, Chen Zhengchu, Tu Longfei...

These were all the pillars of the Chen Family in this generation.

And the future hope of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

Although their Faces carried fatigue.

But in everyone's eyes, a fierce Battle Intent was burning.

Very good.

This was the Chen Family he wanted.

"Everyone is here."

Chen Zhiwen spoke indifferently.

Breaking the silence.

"Before discussing formal business."

"Let me introduce someone to you first."

As he spoke.

He turned his body, letting Huang Xia out from behind him.

"This girl is named Huang Xia."

"She is the Junior Sister I have newly taken in, acting on behalf of my Revered Master, during this trip out."

As soon as these words were spoken.

The whole place was in an uproar.

Everyone's gaze instantly focused on Huang Xia.

Shock, doubt, scrutiny...

All kinds of complex gazes intertwined.

Making Huang Xia feel the pressure multiply.

Acting on behalf of Revered Master to take an apprentice?

That means... this girl is Chen Zhiwen's Junior Sister?

That is, the Junior Sister of the Grand Elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?

This seniority... is simply terrifyingly high!

Even Nie Chunxia, who had always been calm and composed.

A flash of surprise also crossed her eyes.

She did not expect Chen Zhiwen would make such a decision.

You must know.

Chen Zhiwen's Revered Master had passed away many years ago.

Now suddenly taking an apprentice on behalf of the Revered Master.

What does this mean?

It means Chen Zhiwen values this girl extremely highly.

Even regarding her as someone capable of inheriting his mantle.

This girl... what exactly is so exceptional about her?

Chen Zhiwen seemed to see everyone's doubts.

But he did not explain much.

He just clapped his hands lightly.

Signaling everyone to be quiet.

"From now on, she is your Junior Martial Aunt."

"Seeing her is like seeing me."

This sentence.

Completely established Huang Xia's status in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

Below one person, above ten thousand.

"Yes!"

Everyone responded in unison.

Not daring to have the slightest objection.

Chen Zhiwen nodded.

Then he pointed to a dignified, beautiful woman sitting on the far left.

"Linlin, you go first."

"Let's get to know each other."

Chen Linlin heard this.

Immediately stood up.

Although she was already a powerhouse at the Late Golden Core Stage, and even more so a high-ranking Fourth Elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

But before Chen Zhiwen, she always maintained humility.

She smiled slightly at Huang Xia.

The smile was gentle and generous, making one feel like bathing in a spring breeze.

"I am Chen Linlin."

"Fourth Elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect."

"If you have any needs in the Sect in the future, just come to me."

Her voice was soft and pleasant.

Completely without the airs of a powerhouse.

Chen Zhiwen turned to look at Huang Xia.

Ordering:

"Call her Aunt Linlin."

Although according to seniority, Huang Xia is a Junior Sister, and Chen Linlin is a Junior.

But Chen Zhiwen did not want this girl to get too carried away.

After all, Chen Linlin is an Elder who watched him grow up and is also the Family's head steward.

This bit of Face must be given.

Huang Xia quickly stepped forward.

Respectfully bowing again:

"Huang Xia pays respects to Aunt Linlin."

Chen Linlin accepted it gladly.

Her eyes were full of maternal love.

She could see that this girl's eyes were clear and she was a good seedling.

Afterwards.

Chen Dazhi and his wife Song Yaqian also stood up.

Chen Dazhi was burly, with a full beard.

Although he looked somewhat rough, his eyes were exceptionally sharp.

Song Yaqian appeared petite and delicate, snuggled beside her husband.

"I am Chen Dazhi."

"This is my wife, Song Yaqian."

"We, the couple, have guarded Leng Yue Island all year round."

"If Junior Martial Aunt has time in the future, feel free to come to Leng Yue Island to play."

Chen Dazhi's voice was like a great resonant bell.

Making people's eardrums buzz.

Although calling her "Junior Martial Aunt."

But the tone carried a bit of curiosity and scrutiny.

After all, suddenly having such a young girl with such high seniority pop up, anyone would find it strange.

Chen Zhiwen watched this scene.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

His gaze fell on Chen Dazhi.

Lingering for a long time.

His eyes became somewhat complex.