15: Chapter 15: The Returning Wind Sword Technique

Just as Chen Qingyuan was immersed in joy, a very faint sound came from outside the house.

"Creak!"

The door was pulled open.

Outside the door, Chen Qingshan, Jiang Rou, and even little Chen Yanchuan were all standing there quietly, their faces filled with expectation.

"Xiao Yuan!"

Jiang Rou was the first to speak.

“Just now... just now the Spiritual Qi aura in your room wasn't quite right. Was it... was it a success?”

Her expression carried an apprehensive inquiry.

Chen Qingyuan smiled and nodded vigorously, displaying the Rejuvenation Talisman in his hand.

“Hahaha! It worked! It really worked!”

Chen Qingshan slammed a fist into his palm. His loud laughter echoed in the small courtyard.

“I knew it! I knew it! My little brother could definitely do it! What 'worthless trash'—they must be blind!”

He immediately strode forward and gave Chen Qingyuan a heavy hug, his eyes full of excitement and pride.

Jiang Rou's eyes were also red, her voice choking up!

“Good... good... it's good that it worked...”

Once upon a time, this younger brother, who was regarded as a "waste" by the outside world, had become the Family's greatest heartache and worry;

But at this moment, a small Rejuvenation Talisman was like a shot of adrenaline, allowing this Family that had undergone many hardships to heal once more.

This emotion, intertwined with bitterness and joy, could only be deeply felt by Family members connected by Bloodline.

“Grand-uncle is amazing!”

Although little Yanchuan didn't understand what had happened, he felt the adults' joy.

He also tilted his small face up, clapping his small hands just like his father and cheering, which made the whole Family break into smiles through their tears, and the atmosphere relaxed.

But after the brief joy, a sense of urgency struck again.

“Unfortunately, the Spirit Stones are exhausted. Talisman crafting can only be put on hold for now,” Chen Qingyuan said helplessly!

Chen Qingshan's eyes narrowed.

“No matter, I've prepared everything on my end as well. I'll entrust your sister-in-law and Xiao Chuan to you!

For this trip, if I'm fast it'll be seven or eight days, if slow, ten days. There will definitely be a result!”

“Mm!” Chen Qingyuan didn't say much and nodded heavily.

“Husband, Xiao Yuan!” Jiang Rou's voice suddenly rang out, soft yet firm.

“You two go ahead and do what you need to do with peace of mind. We can take care of ourselves!”

After saying that, she led the sensible little Yanchuan and silently turned back into the house!

...

Chen Qingshan also began to re-disguise himself!

Only Chen Qingyuan remained standing in the courtyard, the green scale sword quietly appearing from his palm.

From the time Chen Renhai stepped onto the Immortal Path until now, the Chen Family had only existed for a mere three generations.

Excluding those children who failed to give birth to a Spiritual Root, even at the Family's peak, there were only a few five Cultivators.

The Legacy was short, and the foundation was shallow.

Aside from the most basic "Qi Guiding Art", the Family's heritage consisted only of one sword technique, two practical spells, and a Low Grade Rank 1 Spirit Plant Farmer Legacy.

The Family sword technique was called the "Hui Feng Sword Technique".

This set of sword techniques did not pursue ferocity or dominance; its essence lay in "following the momentum and borrowing strength, flowing without end"!

Based on basic Moves such as stabbing, parrying, chopping, and flicking, it emphasized the coordination of footwork and sword Moves, being nimble and ethereal.

After reaching Minor Achievement in the sword technique, one could perform the core sword Move—Hui Feng Dance!

Since the great change in the Chen Family more than three years ago, the Original Owner had been enticed by the Zhang Family and lusted after enjoyment, so his sword skills naturally fell into disuse.

Fortunately, in his early years, under his father's strict supervision, he had indeed put in a lot of hard work on this sword technique and had long ago reached the Realm of Minor Achievement.

What he needed to do now was to pick up and familiarize himself with these skills again until he recovered his level from back then!

And even go a step further; only in this way could he have the strength to fight in the upcoming life-and-death struggle!

On the other side, Chen Qingshan appeared again!

However, he had already changed his appearance—his complexion was sallow, a few wrinkles had been added to the corners of his eyes, his figure was hunched,

He wore an unremarkable old grey robe, and his entire aura was deliberately suppressed to around the Qi Refining Fifth Layer, blending into the crowd.

He nodded slightly to Chen Qingyuan, who was standing in the courtyard with his sword. In the exchange of glances, everything was understood without words.

Then, like the most ordinary low-level Loose Cultivator, he slipped out of the small courtyard soundlessly and quickly merged into the flow of people in the workshop market.

His goal was also very clear!

Within Shazhou Workshop, the Red Sand Gang operated many Spirit Rooms! They were specifically for short-term rental by Cultivators who were attempting to Breakthrough in Realm!

Breaking through to Late Stage Qi Refining, whether it was the commotion produced or the Spiritual Qi required, would not be small.

Leasing a Spirit Room equipped with a Spirit Gathering Formation and an investigation-isolating Formation was currently the most secure choice.

The small courtyard returned to silence. Chen Qingyuan stood quietly in the courtyard with his sword, his mind sinking into the memories of the sword Moves;

Inside the house, Jiang Rou held little Yanchuan, her mind filled with a thousand thoughts!

And Chen Qingshan, in disguise, was traveling through the streets and alleys of the workshop market, making final preparations for the push to Late Stage Qi Refining.

Time passed slowly!

Meanwhile, three hundred miles away from Shazhou Workshop, at Luzhou Mountain.

The mountain villa that once belonged to the Chen Family's ancestral land had now completely changed its ownership.

Above the main entrance of the Great Hall, a brand-new ebony plaque bore four gilded characters carved in a bold, flowing style—Luzhou Zhang Clan!

Inside the Great Hall.

Clan Chief Zhang Changxuan sat at the head of the table on that large red sandalwood chair that originally belonged to Chen Renhai!

He was slightly chubby, and the chair did not fit him well, but that did not stop him from contentedly stroking the smooth armrests, savoring this fruit of victory.

To his lower left sat his younger brother, the Zhang Family Grand Elder, Zhang Changhong.

This man was completely different from his brother's "kindness"; his face was sinister, with an aquiline nose, thin lips, and eyes as sharp as knives, like a coiled venomous snake.

The person on the lower right looked like a young Young Master whose face was as pale as paper, as if his body had been hollowed out by excessive indulgence.

At this moment, he was slumped in his chair without any semblance of decorum,

One hand was unscrupulously reaching into the thin lapel of the maidservant beside him, kneading and playing with her as if no one else were there.

His face bore a sickly satisfaction and a hint of bored weariness.

The maidservant's body was stiff, her teeth clenched tightly on her lower lip, and her eyes were filled with tears of humiliation, but she did not dare to make a sound, let alone offer any resistance.

The Zhang brothers in the hall also turned a blind eye to this lewd behavior.

Below the dais, a person bowed his head respectfully; it was precisely Zhang Tiankuo, who had approached Chen Qingyuan under the pseudonym "Zhang Kuo".

He had now changed into a brocade robe symbolizing a disciple of the Zhang Family.

“Tiankuo,”

Zhang Changxuan's voice was gentle, like casual small talk, “Over at Shazhou Workshop, those two little brats of the Chen Family... has there been any movement these past few days?”

The gentle voice made Zhang Tiankuo's heart skip a beat, and he hurriedly bowed!

“Reporting to the Clan Chief! Chen Qingshan... his whereabouts have been mysterious since three days ago, as if he vanished into thin air. He has clearly hidden his tracks on purpose.”

“As for Chen Qingyuan, he has been cowering in that small courtyard every day.

He hasn't left his doors and has started practicing his Family's 'Hui Feng Sword Technique'! Looking at his stance, footwork, and the connection of his sword Moves... he actually seems to have recovered some of his former skill.”