183: Chapter 183 Shiyu, you've certainly found a good son-in-law for your father.

As a disciple, Chen Yan still respected his Revered Master very much!

So he stared at her without even blinking until Leng Qingshuang, in her embarrassment, pressed down her skirt and fled back to the inner chamber to change back into her Daoist robe.

Seeing his Revered Master back in her serious Daoist robe, Chen Yan’s face instantly filled with resentment, which earned him several hard pinches from Leng Qingshuang before she felt satisfied.

Xiao Shiyu watched the Revered Master and disciple flirting with a giggle and teased Chen Yan, "You pervert, you look really ugly with that nosebleed."

Chen Yan ignored her with a snort. "Everyone has a heart for beauty. Whether I'm ugly or not is none of your business."

She was so angry her teeth itched, but she could do nothing about it.

She reached out and pushed the Jade Slip in front of Leng Qingshuang, saying:

"All the intelligence I know is inside. Sister Leng, you can take your time looking through it."

Chen Yan immediately leaned in close to his Revered Master, and their Divine Senses entered the Jade Slip simultaneously.

A visionary scroll suddenly lit up before them.

In the image, a majestic complex of palaces stood amidst mist-shrouded mountains.

As the image zoomed in, countless Cultivators were seen cultivating, sparring, and performing Alchemy within the halls.

A powerful Aura surged toward them.

Chen Yan's pupils contracted slightly.

This scale was more than ten times grander than the Taiqing Sword Sect!

Then, a line of text appeared over the image.

"Three hundred years ago, the Feng Clan was the most flourishing clan on the continent, possessing five Tribulation Transcendence Stage Old Ancestors."

"The Feng Clan Bloodline allowed them to ignore Realm Bottlenecks; they only needed to temper their Physical Body to achieve Ascension. This trait made the powers across the entire continent burn with envy."

The scene shifted.

A woman dressed in a pale green dress appeared in the field of vision.

That appearance...

Chen Yan abruptly turned his head to look at Leng Qingshuang.

They were almost identical!

"The Matriarch of the Feng Clan, Leng Yue. Back then, she was hailed as the 'Number One Beauty of Tianxuan,' with countless suitors."

Leng Qingshuang's body trembled slightly. In her memory, her mother's appearance was only a blurry figure, but she never expected...

...that they would meet again in this way.

In the image, Leng Yue was talking to a man in white, a faint smile on her face.

The man was handsome and had an ethereal temperament, clearly a Dragon among men.

"Clan Leader, the Head of the Feng Clan, with a Tribulation Transcendence Stage cultivation!"

Chen Yan seemed to realize something.

Is this Revered Master's father?

The scene shifted again as days and nights cycled.

Suddenly, on a rainy night...

Countless dark shadows surged from all directions, surrounding the entire Feng Clan Ancestral Land.

Chen Yan's pupils constricted.

The Auras emanating from those dark shadows were all at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage!

One, two, three...

A total of twelve figures!

"Tongtian Alliance: A secret organization composed of over a dozen Tribulation Transcendence Stage old monsters."

"It was they who orchestrated the tragic massacre of the Feng Clan!"

Chen Yan felt his scalp go numb.

Twelve Tribulation Transcendence Stage experts!

What kind of concept was that?

Ordinary powers could hardly reach even one Tribulation Transcendence Stage, yet these people could gather twelve to wipe out a clan!

"Three hundred years ago, the Tongtian Alliance's influence had already penetrated many Schools."

"Using the pretext that the Feng Clan was colluding with the Demonic Sect, they launched a joint surprise attack on the Feng Clan."

In the image, a brutal battle broke out.

The five Tribulation Transcendence Stage Old Ancestors of the Feng Clan fought to the death, but under the coordinated siege of twelve experts of the same level, there was no way to turn the tide.

Palaces collapsed one by one during the battle.

Feng Clan members fell in swaths.

Blood stained the earth red.

Chen Yan clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

The scene shifted once more.

Leng Yue was holding the young Leng Qingshuang, fleeing frantically through the flames of war.

Behind her, dozens of Tribulation Transcendence and Great Deity Stage experts were in hot pursuit.

Ironically, most of these people were exuding overwhelming Devilish Qi; they were precisely the Demonic Sect they claimed the clan was colluding with!

In the image, Leng Yue used her Mahayana Stage cultivation to forcefully stall the pursuing experts.

She looked back at her daughter, her eyes full of tenderness.

"Child, live on..."

In the next instant...

A sword light pierced through her chest.

Leng Yue's body suddenly stiffened, and blood spilled from the corners of her mouth.

But she still stood firmly in front of her daughter, using her last strength to push her away:

"Run... run quickly..."

The young Leng Qingshuang wouldn't stop crying, only knowing to stumble and run forward.

The last scene she saw was the image of her mother's body being pierced by several sword lights.

"No!!!"

Leng Qingshuang's tragic cry echoed in her mind.

Her whole body trembled violently, and her Wind Spirit Intent erupted uncontrollably.

A violent force surged from her body, instantly overturning the teacup on the table.

Chen Yan was shocked and quickly grabbed her hand.

"Revered Master!"

His palm tightly grasped Leng Qingshuang's cold fingers as he circulated the Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation Ode, sending a gentle stream of spiritual energy into her body.

Leng Qingshuang's body was still trembling.

Tears slid silently from those cold eyes.

Feeling heartache, Chen Yan pulled her into his arms and gently patted her back.

"It's alright, it's alright, I'm here..."

Under Chen Yan's soothing, Leng Qingshuang's body gradually stopped trembling.

Since childhood, she only remembered that both her parents were dead, but she never imagined the truth was so tragic!

Over a dozen Tribulation Transcendence Stage and dozens of Mahayana Stage experts.

What kind of power was that!

The scroll continued.

As the battle ended, the Feng Clan Ancestral Land had turned into ruins.

The people from the Tongtian Alliance began to loot frantically.

They not only took all of the Feng Clan's resources but also captured some of the direct descendants.

They even set up an inescapable dragnet to search for Leng Qingshuang's whereabouts.

But just then, in the image, a dark shadow appeared quietly, picked up the unconscious child, and disappeared into the night.

"Who is this person?"

Chen Yan's brows furrowed.

To be able to rescue Revered Master under the very nose of the Tongtian Alliance, their cultivation must not be weak!

Xiao Shiyu shook her head with a look of helplessness. "I don't know either."

"Although Duobao Pavilion's intelligence is unparalleled in the world, it cannot peer into the past after all, and it's impossible to know every single detail!"

A flash of disappointment instantly crossed Leng Qingshuang's eyes.

But in her heart, she had some faint suspicions.

She was clearly picked up by her Revered Master in Qingzhou, but according to the intelligence, she was rescued while unconscious.

From Youzhou to Qingzhou.

They were separated by thousands of miles. Not to mention she had no memory of it, given her state at the time, it was impossible for her to have walked there.

While the three of them were frowning and discussing with each other...

"Hehe, for what happens next, perhaps it would be better if you ask me directly!"

A gentle yet dignified voice came from outside the courtyard gate.

Chen Yan abruptly turned his head and saw a figure slowly walking into the villa.

The newcomer was about forty years old, dressed in a brocade robe with a refined temperament, but his eyes were as deep as an ancient well, making him impossible to see through.

"Father?"

Xiao Shiyu stood up in surprise, looking flustered.

It was as if her secret had been discovered.

What 'Father'? Yamete?

Chen Yan's heart tightened, and he instantly realized the newcomer's identity.

The Lord of Duobao Pavilion, Pavilion Master Xiao Linfan.

Pavilion Master Xiao Linfan's gaze swept between Chen Yan and Leng Qingshuang before finally landing on Xiao Shiyu.

Looking at his daughter clinging closely to Chen Yan's side, a meaningful smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

"Shiyu, you've certainly found a good son-in-law for your father."