118: Chapter 118 Family, Martial Arts Schemes

Chen Fufeng's eyes welled with tears as he firmly clapped Chen Zhuyun on the shoulder; everything was understood without words.

Afterward, he looked at Ruan Zhirou and the two little ones behind her, freezing on the spot, his voice trembling as he said: "Zhuyun, this... is this you and Miss Zhirou's... are these my grandchildren?"

Chen Zhuyun nodded, walked over to take Ruan Zhirou's hand, a gentle smile on his face: "Father, Rourou and I are deeply in love and have already pledged our lives to one another. I hope Father can forgive us."

"Greetings, Father." Ruan Zhirou performed a bow, the proper etiquette for a junior.

Chen Fufeng hurriedly waved his hand, laughing heartily: "Good, good, good! Miss Zhirou is naturally beautiful and the niece of Master Yurong. It is your good fortune that she has taken a liking to a brat like you. You must treat her well."

"Dad, I will." Chen Zhuyun pulled Ruan Zhirou into his embrace, unhesitatingly showing off their affection.

Then, he said to the two little ones, "Hurry up and greet your grandfather."

Chen Xianlin walked out with Chen Xianling, holding Chen Fufeng's hands from left and right, and said coaxingly, "Hello, Grandfather."

"Good, good, good." Chen Fufeng picked up the two little ones, one in each arm, and said happily, "Grandfather's good, obedient grandchildren, come, Grandfather will take you to eat something delicious."

"Right, do you have names?"

"I am Chen Xianlin." "I am Chen Xianling."

"Xianlin and Xianling?" Chen Fufeng was stunned upon hearing this. These names were not to be taken lightly; ordinary people could not suppress such names.

But then he thought, his grandchildren were born within the ruins of the Jade Blood Heavenly Sect and were naturally extraordinary; wasn't it normal for them to have extraordinary names?

Just then, Chen Zhuhong hurried over with Ji Wanqing.

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."

Upon seeing Chen Zhuyun for the first time, Ji Wanqing's eyes grew moist. After all, he was her eldest son; both palms and the back of the hand are flesh. Having been trapped in the ancient ruins for over a decade, it would be a lie to say she wasn't worried.

"Mother." Chen Zhuyun let go of Ruan Zhirou and immediately knelt, his voice trembling: "It is your son who is unfilial for causing you worry."

A mother worries when her child travels a thousand miles, let alone when they are in the perilous ruins of Liquan Town.

Among Immortal Cultivators, there are those without emotion, but there are even more who possess it. For an Immortal Cultivator Family, bloodline is the bond that maintains connections in all directions.

For powers like a Sect, the bond between Master and disciple is even more important than blood relations; a day as a teacher is a lifetime as a father, and a disciple is expected to care for their Master until the end.

"Alright, get up quickly." Ji Wanqing helped Chen Zhuyun up: "A man's knees have gold; you are a Martial Artist, you should be unyielding."

"Mother, it is only natural for a son to kneel to his parents; even a Golden Core True Monarch could find no fault in that." Chen Zhuyun straightened his back, his tone resonant.

Ji Wanqing smiled, then looked at Ruan Zhirou. As a woman, and a woman with children, she instantly had a special feeling: the person before her was undoubtedly her eldest daughter-in-law.

"Zhirou, has Zhuyun bullied you all these years?" She walked over and took Ruan Zhirou's hand, no different from parents-in-law looking at their daughter-in-law.

Ruan Zhirou shook her head slightly and whispered: "Replying to Mother, n... no."

Ji Wanqing pretended to look stern and glanced at Chen Zhuyun: "I suppose he wouldn't dare."

"Come, hurry and greet your grandmother." Chen Fufeng walked over with the two little ones.

"Hello, Grandmother." The two little ones were very sensible; they climbed down from Chen Fufeng, grabbed Ji Wanqing's hands, and spoke in unison.

"Good, good, good, my good grandson and granddaughter."

Ji Wanqing picked up the two little ones and walked to Chen Fufeng's side, taking the initiative to shoulder the responsibility of watching the children. She knew that Chen Zhuyun and his wife must have other things to attend to now that they were back.

She didn't ask how Chen Xianlin and the others came to be; a man and woman trapped in ruins, both young and full of vigor—it was no less than dry wood meeting a raging fire. It would be strange if something special hadn't happened.

Not long after, Chen Zhuyuan arrived with Chen Zhuxiu, followed closely by Chen Zhuqing and Jiang Yunlei.

At this point, everyone in the Chen Family Main Lineage was present, except for Chen Zhuxiao, who was still traveling.

Chen Zhuxiu was about the same age as the two little ones, but their generation gap was one level, which left the two little ones speechless—their uncle was the same age as them.

However, the three soon became familiar with each other; after all, they were peers and children, without so many complicated thoughts.

Not far away, Liu Luojun and Huang Shanrou were hiding on the side, stretching their necks to peek. Watching the scene of Family joy before them made ripples rise in their hearts, and they felt a bit homesick too.

The Liu Family, where Liu Luojun originated, was now a Foundation Establishment Family. Even if that Foundation Establishment Great Cultivator had achieved the Breakthrough by taking a Foundation Establishment Pill, they were still a Foundation Establishment Great Cultivator.

Coupled with the fact that Liu Luojun was close to Chen Zhuyuan, it was highly likely she would become a daughter-in-law of the Chen Family Main Lineage in the future, so the status and standing of the Liu Family were much higher than ordinary Foundation Establishment powers.

As for Huang Shanrou, there was no need to say more; having two Master-level polymaths at the Purple Mansion level as Masters, her status and standing were unimaginably high.

It was just that the Huang Family she was born into treated her very poorly. After her parents died in an accident, the entire Huang Family held no sense of belonging for her, only malice.

Chen Zhuyuan noticed this side, pondered for a moment, then strode over. He pretended to display a bit of machismo and forcibly brought the two into the Chen Family Main Lineage circle.

Regardless, they would have to interact in the future; sooner is better than later, and they would have to face it eventually.

Chen Zhuhong was worrying about having no one to talk to; she didn't want to get involved with her eldest brother and sister-in-law, as that would undoubtedly be acting as a third wheel.

As for watching children, hehe, too much trouble; she had no interest in that.

Thus, the two women, who were somewhat awkward and didn't know how to speak up, were pulled aside by Chen Zhuhong, and laughter could be heard from time to time.

The Family chatted for a long time, until midnight, when Ji Wanqing and her husband took the two little ones and left first.

Chen Zhuhong took Liu Luojun and the other girl to her own courtyard. Before leaving, she specifically gave Chen Zhuyuan a strange look, leaving him completely confused.

He was speechless and could only take Chen Zhuxiu, assuming the obligation of looking after his younger brother.

After bidding farewell to everyone, the Dao Companion pair Chen Zhuqing and Jiang Yunlei returned to their courtyard and began the integration of the Taiyin Sun path, commonly known as Dual Cultivation.

They were not young anymore and were preparing to get engaged in a while and officially become husband and wife.

Now that Chen Zhuyun had returned with Ruan Zhirou, perhaps they could hold a double wedding—a double blessing.

As for Chen Zhuyun and his wife, in the ancient ruins, it could be said they used the sky as a quilt and the earth as a bed; naturally, after returning home, they wanted to spend some time together.

However, before that, they had to go to Ruan Yurong's place first to report that they were safe.

When the two arrived near the courtyard, they found the lights were still on, so they knocked on the door and walked in.

Ruan Yurong seemed to have anticipated that the two would come; she put down the book in her hand and brought them into the room.

"The two of you should pick an auspicious day to get married; I have no objections."

The first sentence upon meeting left Chen Zhuyun and the other stunned; this was far too direct.

"Thank you... Aunt." Chen Zhuyun bowed; after all, Ruan Yurong was his elder.

Then, the three chatted in the room for a long time. Ruan Yurong and her niece focused on Luck, discussing it for a long time based on the path of Luck.

Ruan Yurong pointed out that the Luck of the couple was already bound together; whatever height Chen Zhuyun could reach, Ruan Zhirou would be able to reach simultaneously.

For example, Chen Zhuyun was currently at the Peak of the Martial Dao Gangsha Realm. Under the feedback of his Luck, Ruan Zhirou's Immortal Cultivator Realm would rise with the tide, reaching the Peak of Foundation Establishment.

If Chen Zhuyun were trapped in the Gangsha Realm for his whole life, Ruan Zhirou would also be trapped in the Foundation Establishment Realm, even if her Aptitude were unimaginably high; she would still be restricted by Luck.

Fortunately, all the Martial Luck of the world was gathered on Chen Zhuyun, and with the assistance of Ruan Zhirou's methods regarding fortune, it should be no problem to open up a Martial Dao Realm comparable to the Purple Mansion Realm in the future.

As for a Martial Dao Realm at the Golden Core level, it would not be so easy; it would require Luck to reach a certain degree.

In Ruan Yurong's words, the more Martial Artists there were in the Gangsha Realm in the world, the denser the Martial Dao Luck would be, and the greater the help it would provide to Chen Zhuyun.

By the same token, if he successfully opened up a Martial Dao Realm above Gangsha, the more Martial Artists who reached this Realm, the greater the help it would be for him to open up a Martial Dao Realm at the Golden Core Realm.

This was similar to the Immortal Dao; the more Cultivators who walked a certain path, and the more experts there were, the higher the proportion they occupied in the eyes of Heaven and Earth, the higher their importance, and the more corresponding spiritual items would be born.

In the end, it was inseparable from Luck.

The more Luck a path occupied and the heavier it was, the higher its weight in the great Heaven and Earth of the outside world, and the more it could influence Heaven and Earth, especially regarding location.

If Chen Zhuyun wanted to carry forward the Martial Dao, he had to spread the Martial Dao throughout the world, passing his own Martial Dao philosophy to all the martial practitioners in the world.

A single spark can Prairie-Blaze; those in the world who cannot Cultivate occupy the majority. The Martial Dao sets no threshold; everyone can practice it.

Accumulating little by little, gathering sand into a tower, one day it would erupt with unparalleled power, and in the name of the Martial Dao, it would awe this Realm!

It wasn't until the sky was slightly bright that Chen Zhuyun and his wife left the courtyard where Ruan Yurong resided.

As practitioners at the Foundation Establishment Peak level, they wouldn't have any problems even if they didn't sleep for a month.

But working at sunrise and resting at sunset is an instinct engraved in the bodies of the Human Race; many practitioners would rest after nightfall, or at the very least meditate, unless they were in seclusion for a Breakthrough in their Realm.

"Rourou, I think Aunt is right. After you and I hold our wedding, I want to travel the world and sow the seeds of the Martial Dao in every corner of the world, regardless of whether they can sprout."

Chen Zhuyun looked at the beauty in his arms and said with a serious expression.

This idea of his was not unfounded, but a plan he had long had; even if it were of no help to his Martial Dao, he would still do it.

More than ninety percent of the people in the world cannot Cultivate; he would give these people a chance, and whether they could grasp it would depend entirely on themselves.

Just like him, born into an Immortal Cultivator Family, yet without the Aptitude to Cultivate; this was undoubtedly fatal.

Fortunately, he came into contact with the Martial Dao, and through his own unremitting efforts, he not only reached the limit that the Martial Dao could reach but also successfully opened up subsequent Realms, continuing the broken path of the Martial Dao.

"You dummy, no matter what you do, I will accompany you." This was Ruan Zhirou's answer.

...

Because Chen Zhuxiao had not returned home and Yuan Feng had not emerged from seclusion, Chen Zhuyun and his wife had not yet held their wedding.

Until a night one year later, with thunder and rain raging, a bolt of azure lightning tore through the sky and descended upon Luoyun Mountain.

A figure appeared, with sword-like eyebrows slanting into the temples, eyes shining brightly, as if a divine sword had been unsheathed, with sharp Sword Intent swirling around his body.

It was none other than Chen Zhuxiao!

What was surprising was that he was holding an infant in his arms!