196: The atmosphere was awkward when the mother and daughter met!

Miao Qingsha walked out of the main house.

She had changed into a simple yet elegant light cyan dress, her hair combed meticulously, restoring her usual dignified and gentle demeanor as the Sect Master's wife.

However, upon closer inspection, her cheeks revealed a flush not usually seen, somewhat like the faint blush of peach blossoms just beginning to bloom.

Almost at the same time, Wen Yunyao also came out of the guest room.

After last night's Cultivate session, her body and mind were delighted; waking up early, she was naturally radiant, her skin hydrated and glowing, her eyes clear and bright, full of vitality.

Wen Yunyao's face carried the bright and brilliant joy of a young girl; seeing her mother from afar, she immediately ran over happily.

"Mother, good morning!"

Wen Yunyao arrived beside Miao Qingsha and called out sweetly.

"Good morning, Yun Yao... You little girl, did you sleep in the guest room last night?"

Miao Qingsha chuckled and tapped her daughter's forehead.

Wen Yunyao playfully stuck out her tongue, not feeling shy at all, and nodded generously.

"Mother, your face is so red? Did you sleep because it was too hot?"

Wen Yunyao noticed the unusual flush on her mother's face and asked casually.

Miao Qingsha's body stiffened imperceptibly, her gaze landing on her daughter's innocent and bright face, with a somewhat complex expression.

However, she hid it well; at least on the surface, she remained very calm.

"Perhaps I drank a few too many cups of spiritual wine last night, and some of the hangover hasn't faded yet. It's nothing."

Miao Qingsha explained reasonably, but she dared not say much more on this topic with her daughter, so she changed the subject: "Yun Yao, you are quite energetic. Did you go to sleep very early last night?"

"Mm, I went to sleep very early."

Wen Yunyao suspected nothing; she hooked her arm into Miao Qingsha's and stuck out her tongue, the meaning self-evident.

Miao Qingsha naturally understood where the rosy glow and sweetness on her daughter's face came from.

A complex and indescribable feeling welled up in her heart: relief, a palpitation, and a faint sense of guilt.

Various emotions intertwined, making her cheeks burn even more.

Miao Qingsha used the action of tucking a stray lock of hair behind her daughter's ear to conceal the ripples in her eyes.

She said: "Is Su Yang up yet? Or... was he tired last night and is still sleeping?"

"He is up, he might have gone to eat..."

Wen Yunyao stuck out her tongue and, holding Miao Qingsha's hand, arrived at the dining room. Sure enough, they saw Su Yang and Wen Yuheng eating porridge and chatting in the dining room.

Su Yang looked up, glanced at Miao Qingsha, then at Wen Yunyao; the gazes between the three of them all revealed different expressions.

"Morning."

Su Yang greeted calmly.

"Morning."

Miao Qingsha nodded unobtrusively.

She sat down to the side.

Wen Yunyao didn't need to put on an act; she sat directly beside Su Yang, her smiling face needing no concealment.

The morning meal passed in this atmosphere that was calm on the surface but subtle underneath.

Miao Qingsha didn't speak much, only occasionally giving her daughter a few gentle reminders, always avoiding direct eye contact with Su Yang.

Wen Yunyao, on the other hand, chattered away, sharing interesting anecdotes from Wangxian Hall, occasionally looking at Su Yang with coy affection, her face full of sweetness.

After the meal, Su Yang stood up to take his leave.

"Uncle, Madam, having returned to the Sect this time, the important matters are concluded, and it is time for me to leave."

"Leaving already?"

Wen Yuheng was clearly reluctant: "I still have many things I haven't discussed with you. Once you leave, I don't know when I will see you again."

Miao Qingsha glanced slightly at Wen Yuheng and spoke up: "The Sword Ancestor's matters are naturally more important than those in the Sect. How can we let trivial matters in the Sect affect the Sword Ancestor's important affairs?"

"That is true."

Wen Yuheng didn't say much more. Since Su Yang had important matters, he didn't force him to stay, only urging: "The Profound Heaven Dao Sect will always be your backing. I and the Profound Heaven Dao Sect will always stand by your side. If you need the Sect to step in and help, come back and request support at any time."

Su Yang cupped his hands in salute: "Thank you, Uncle."

"Although I do not know why the Sword Ancestor is in such a hurry to leave, but... take care on the road, safety first in all things!"

In Miao Qingsha's feigned calmness, there was the lingering aftertaste of last night, and even more so, a complex tenderness hidden deep within.

"Thank you for your concern, Madam. Su Yang will keep that in mind."

Su Yang cupped his hands, his gaze meeting hers calmly, everything understood without words.

"Let's go, Yun Yao. We still need to call Bing Qing and An Ran. Let's set off as soon as possible and resolve the matter quickly."

Su Yang said to Wen Yunyao.

"Okay."

"Father, Mother, then we shall be leaving first."

Wen Yunyao went up and hugged Miao Qingsha.

"When you are out, listen to Su Yang. Do not be willful."

"I know, Mother!"

Wen Yunyao replied crisply.

"Farewell."

Su Yang led Wen Yunyao away.

Bidding farewell to the Sect Master and his wife, they turned into two streaks of light and flew towards the Discipline Pavilion.

The Profound Heaven Dao Sect was vast, with overlapping mountains and ridges, and pavilions and halls scattered like stars.

The two did not deliberately hide their figures or auras, and as they flew along, they naturally attracted countless gazes.

"Look! It's the Lingxiao Sword Ancestor!"

"And Junior Sister Yun Yao!"

"Hiss—the Lingxiao Sword Ancestor's aura... so strong!"

The Disciples encountered along the way, whether they were practicing in the mountains at dawn or not, as long as they sensed those two powerful, unmasked auras, all stopped, bowed, and saluted, their eyes filled with awe and admiration.

"Greetings, Lingxiao Sword Ancestor!"

"Greetings, Lingxiao Sword Ancestor!"

Respectful greetings rose and fell, echoing along the way.

After the figures of Su Yang and Wen Yunyao swept past like a startling swan, what was left behind was an irrepressible exclamation.

"My God! Lingxiao Sword Ancestor... Peak Late Nascent Soul Stage?! How long has it been?!"

"Absolutely correct! That Spiritual Pressure, Peak Late Nascent Soul Stage, it's set in stone!"

"Nine months... just nine months! When the Lingxiao Sword Ancestor left the Sect last time, he had just entered the Nascent Soul Stage, and now he is at the Peak Late Nascent Soul Stage? This... is he still human?"

"What have we been Cultivating all these years?"

"Did you notice Junior Sister Yun Yao? She... she seems to be at the Nascent Soul Stage too?!"

The crowd suddenly realized and looked in the direction where Su Yang and Wen Yunyao had disappeared. The Spiritual Pressure just emitted from Wen Yunyao was exactly the fluctuation that only a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator would have.

Furthermore, her Foundation was solid, by no means as tenuous as someone who had just entered the Nascent Soul Stage.

"It really is the Nascent Soul Stage! This... following the Lingxiao Sword Ancestor to Cultivate, actually has such miraculous effects?!"

"Junior Sister Yun Yao seemed to be at the Middle Golden Core Stage or Late Stage before, right? This speed of improvement... is just too terrifying!"

"So envious! If only I could follow the Lingxiao Sword Ancestor to Cultivate..."

"Stop dreaming. Didn't you see who is around the Sword Ancestor? Either they have unparalleled talent, or they have special status. How would it ever be our turn..."

Su Yang's return once again refreshed everyone's perception of him, and made his name, "Lingxiao Sword Ancestor," become even more unattainable and mythical in the hearts of the younger generation of the Profound Heaven Dao Sect.

Su Yang did not pay attention to the discussions behind him.

He was long used to it, or rather, at his current level, he no longer took the exclamations of these low-level Cultivators to heart.

He,

had more important things to do...