176: Chapter 176 Worrying

Su Yang’s figure was like a ghost, silently appearing beside Wei Jing and lightly patting his shoulder.

Wei Jing was so startled he nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Clan... Clan Chief!"

Wei Jing turned his head abruptly. After seeing who it was, he hurriedly bowed in greeting, his mind racing to figure out why the Clan Chief was looking for him.

Su Yang’s calm gaze fell upon his face.

The words he spoke in the next second caused Wei Jing’s body to stiffen, and his entire face instantly turned beet red.

"Do you like Xuan Ling?"

As soon as these words were uttered, Wei Jing felt a buzzing in his head. His previous careful observations of Su Xuanling’s reactions in the courtyard had likely long been seen by the Clan Chief.

"I wouldn't dare!"

He hurriedly lowered his head, his voice a mix of the embarrassment of being seen through and the instinctive fear of facing the Clan Chief’s inquiry.

Su Yang’s palm rested gently on Wei Jing’s shoulder, a knowing smile in his eyes. "You aren't as honest as Ziyao, but you’re just as incapable of lying. In the Su Family, I hope to hear the truth."

Upon hearing this, Wei Jing’s ears turned red, his eyes dimmed unconsciously, and he whispered, "Yes."

This response was both an acceptance of Su Yang’s request and an admission of his hidden feelings.

He did indeed have feelings for the Su Family's Fifth Miss.

But he was merely a servant, and he still carried the burden of a deep-seated blood feud.

His enemy was the Golden Core Stage Demon Suppressing General. One day in the future, he might eventually embark on a path of no return to fight for his life. How could someone like him be worthy of the Su Family daughter's favor?

Wei Jing’s thoughts and struggles were all captured by Su Yang’s eyes.

Su Yang’s deep eyes seemed able to see through everything, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"I know you carry hatred in your heart, and perhaps you have long prepared yourself for death."

Su Yang’s voice was calm yet powerful. "But that doesn't mean your only path is to perish together with your enemy."

"If you can't beat someone at the Golden Core Stage, then work hard to Cultivate to the Nascent Soul Stage before going. Why must you assume that the only outcome of revenge is death?"

This was a typical inferiority complex brought about by a vast disparity in cultivation levels.

He believed that at most, he could only approach the other's cultivation in this lifetime, and only by sacrificing his life could he take them down with him.

In fact, that wasn't the only way.

When the enemy is in the light and you are in the shadows, the correct path to revenge should be to focus on bitter cultivation until reaching a Realm that the enemy must look up to, and then crush them with overwhelming force.

It wasn't about rushing in with hot blood when your strengths were nearly equal.

Moreover, Wei Jing possessed a True Spiritual Root and a rare special Physique; his talent and potential were extraordinary among those in the same Realm. He might even be able to defeat the Demon Suppressing General while at the same level.

"If I can't beat a Golden Core, then Cultivate to Nascent Soul before seeking revenge?"

Wei Jing’s expression froze, his eyes blank.

Could he really reach the day he entered the Nascent Soul Stage?

What if his enemy died while he was still Cultivating? Would the obsession of his life then have nowhere to settle?

Amidst his chaotic thoughts, Su Yang suddenly gave the back of his head a moderate pat.

"As a Cultivator, the most taboo thing is to be overly ambitious and overthink things."

Su Yang’s voice deepened slightly, but every word was clear:

"The path must be walked step by step, and things must be done one by one."

"The importance of the Dao Heart lies in focusing on the present, and even more so in believing in your own victory."

"Believe that you can crush your enemies, and also ensure that you leave no regrets in your youth."

His gaze fell on the graceful figure in plain white in the distance, his tone slowing. "For example, pursuing the person you like—regardless of success or failure, only with a clear mind can your Dao Heart reach Perfection."

Su Yang’s words were like a clap of thunder, echoing loudly in Wei Jing’s mind.

Before he could fully recover, Su Yang’s figure had already drifted away, leaving only a final whisper:

"Xuan Ling likes considerate men. Whether you can win her favor depends entirely on your own ability."

The Su Family never minded marriages between servants and masters; otherwise, they wouldn't have entertained the idea of having An Ziyao marry into the family in the first place.

But the Su Family would not take the initiative to play matchmaker; all relationships followed a natural course.

Speaking of which, this was the first time Su Yang had truly felt troubled over his children's marriages.

The marriages of his eldest and second sons had been quite smooth, hardly requiring him and his wife to worry, which once made him feel that starting a family was not a difficult task for his children.

It wasn't until now, facing Su Xuanjing’s avoidance of marriage, the unclear feelings between Su Xuanxiao and two girls, and Su Xuanling’s naivety and misunderstandings in romance, that he deeply realized as a parent, helping children achieve a happy marriage often required careful guidance and much effort.

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The next morning, the members of the Su Family gathered in the inner courtyard to see them off.

Qin Jiangmei stood before Su Yang, carefully straightening his collar and softly advising, "Be careful on the road and come back early after you finish your business. If Xinyou gets tired of staying at the Yunmeng Ruins, bring him home with you."

Hearing this, the corners of Su Yang’s mouth curled up. "That boy... he might not even want to come back."

Previously, Su Xuanming and Ruan Ning had visited the Yunmeng Ruins a few times, and they all said Su Xinyou had changed quite a bit; his originally flighty and unreliable nature had settled down a lot, and he was much more stable than when he was at home.

If he wanted to return to the Su Family, he would have let his Father and Mother bring him back long ago.

"Alright, it's time to set off."

As Su Yang spoke, he raised his hand to manifest his Flying Sword and stepped lightly onto it.

Beside him, Big Azure let out a clear, long screech, flapping its wings to fly before Su Xinrui and submissively lowering its body.

Su Xinrui happily climbed onto Big Azure’s broad back, his small hand gently stroking the feathers on its neck.

For this trip to the Yunmeng Ruins, Su Yang chose to fly on his sword, while Su Xinrui was carried by Big Azure, following closely behind.

With Su Yang escorting them the whole way, there was naturally no need to worry about Big Azure being attacked by Cultivators; it also allowed the bird to recognize the route to and from the Yunmeng Ruins.

In the future, once these falcons' cultivation grew stronger, they would be able to safely carry clan members back and forth between the two locations even without Su Yang’s personal escort.

Su Yang applied Stealth Spells to himself and the falcon, then rose on his sword, turning into a streak of light as he left Qingyuan.

It wasn't Su Xinrui’s first time riding a falcon, but it was his first time sitting alone on Big Azure’s broad back. At first, his small hands instinctively gripped the feathers, and he couldn't help but feel a bit tense.

When the scenery below began to recede rapidly and the magnificent scroll of heaven and earth unfolded before his eyes, that tension was blown away by the wind like morning mist.

They soared over rolling hills and verdant forests, looked down at the ruins of the Guangling Border Pass which had become broken walls and debris, flew over the barren wasteland scorched black by war, and witnessed groups of Yao Beasts galloping and leaping through the valleys, letting out occasional roars.

Finally, a scene of bustling crowds and curling hearth smoke came into view.

The small town on the outskirts of the Yunmeng Ruins was packed with people seeking refuge, as bustling and different from the desolation seen along the way as could be.

Every scene was incredibly novel to Su Xinrui.

It turned out that in the outside world, every certain distance brought entirely different lands and sights.

"This is the Yunmeng Ruins your older brother Xinyou has been talking about," Su Yang landed in the small town and asked Su Xinrui with a smile, "How is it different from what you imagined?"

"It feels..."

Su Xinrui’s gaze swept over the Mortals and Cultivators passing by on the street, his brow furrowing unconsciously as he whispered, "Like there are many bad people!"