Taking the opportunity of delivering an invitation, Jiang Ting sought out Xiao Yang.
However, Xiao Yang completely ignored her and wouldn’t let her stay on Qingyun Mountain.
Jiang Ting sensed Xiao Yang’s determination.
But she didn’t give up. After coming down the mountain, she didn’t return to the Qingyang Sword Sect, but instead settled in a small town at the foot of Qingyun Mountain.
Who would’ve thought that just a few days later, Jiang Ting would fall into trouble again.
Under the moonlight, three figures in black abducted Jiang Ting.
Xiao Yang couldn’t help but shake his head.
Jiang Ting’s experience in the cultivation world was sorely lacking.
She had fallen for a trap so easily.
She was clearly drugged by someone.
Just as the three black-clad figures were about to take her out of the town, Master Long Chen appeared.
Xiao Yang watched in astonishment as Long Chen chased after them.
How did Long Chen end up here?
Had he been secretly following Jiang Ting and protecting her from the shadows?
After contemplating briefly, Xiao Yang also took off after them, with Nangong Hui following closely behind.
After all, he had grown up as Jiang Ting’s childhood friend.
Although he no longer had feelings for her, he couldn’t just stand by and watch her get taken away.
Xiao Yang also wanted to figure out just who dared to make a move on Jiang Ting.
As they left the town and arrived at the edge of a forest, sounds of a scuffle resonated from within.
Xiao Yang and Nangong Hui ventured into the woods.
There, they found Long Chen already engaged in battle with the three black-clad figures.
Long Chen wasted no time and struck decisively.
Nine rays of sword light surged forth like divine rainbows, instantly illuminating the entire forest.
Before long, the fight was over.
The three black figures were slain on the spot by Long Chen.
“Come out!”
Long Chen withdrew his sword light and suddenly turned to gaze in Xiao Yang’s direction.
Xiao Yang knew he couldn’t hide anymore.
He stepped out from the woods without hesitation.
Nangong Hui followed closely behind him.
“It’s you?”
Seeing Xiao Yang, Long Chen was momentarily taken aback.
He hadn’t expected to see Xiao Yang here.
Hadn’t he self-destructed his dantian?
How did he manage to catch up?
Long Chen scrutinized Xiao Yang, sensing that there was not a trace of Qi fluctuation emanating from him.
He was well aware of the events at the Ji Zi Grand Competition between Xiao Yang and Jiang Ting.
In Long Chen’s eyes, Xiao Yang and Jiang Ting were a match made in heaven.
He had never liked Qin Fei.
He found Qin Fei’s scheming nature to be unsettling.
But when he had witnessed Xiao Yang self-destructing his dantian at the competition, he had felt tremendous regret.
A swordsmanship genius with such potential had just met his demise.
“Do you know me?”
Xiao Yang looked at the middle-aged man before him.
“You self-destructed your dantian at the Ji Zi Grand Competition. Who in the entire Northern Region doesn’t know you?”
Long Chen appraised Xiao Yang.
When he noticed Nangong Hui stepping out from behind him, his pupils involuntarily contracted.
He sensed a trace of demonic aura from Nangong Hui.
“Never expected you’d be mixed up with the Demon Sect.”
Long Chen’s tone turned cold.
“I am not part of the Demon Sect.”
Nangong Hui shot back, feeling a dangerous aura coming from the scruffy middle-aged man in front of her.
This man was powerful.
“Even if you’re not a member of the Demon Sect, you’re still affiliated with the demonic path. Evil entities must be eradicated by all.”
As Long Chen spoke, a murderous aura radiated from him.
“Oh really? Then let’s see you try to eradicate me.”
Nangong Hui stepped forward, her aura erupting like a volcano, sweeping outwards.
The two faced off, clearly poised for a fierce battle.
“Show some respect to Master!”
Xiao Yang said in a low voice.
“Yes, Master!”
Nangong Hui replied, stepping back and allowing her aura to ebb away like a retreating tide.
Long Chen stared at Xiao Yang in shock. “How did you know my identity?”
Long Chen couldn’t believe he was looking at Xiao Yang.
“I stumbled upon it by chance.”
Xiao Yang spoke truthfully; he truly had found out about Long Chen’s identity inadvertently.
Long Chen was skeptical, but Xiao Yang didn’t appear to have any reason to lie.
However, he had once placed too much trust in those around him and had suffered greatly for it, almost costing him his life, leaving him in this half-human, half-ghost state.
“What are you doing here?”
Long Chen asked.
“My people have been keeping an eye on Jiang Ting.”
Xiao Yang didn’t hide anything.
The Nangong family had lived a life of hiding for hundreds of years, mastering the art of stealth. Jiang Ting had no clue anyone was watching her.
They had already discovered that another mysterious individual was targeting Jiang Ting.
Her experience in the cultivation world was far too limited.
She hadn’t realized the danger was creeping up on her.
“So you still have feelings for her,” Long Chen said with sudden understanding.
“Wait, don’t misunderstand! I have no feelings for her anymore.”
Xiao Yang hurriedly distanced himself from Jiang Ting.
In this life, he absolutely wouldn’t look back.
He truly didn’t need Jiang Ting anymore.
Long Chen didn’t believe him.
He already knew that Xiao Yang and Jiang Ting had grown up as childhood friends.
“Master, what are you doing here?”
Xiao Yang asked curiously.
“I?” Long Chen pondered briefly, as if he had made a decision. “Since you’ve left the Qingyang Sword Sect and completely severed ties with Jiang Qitian, I might as well tell you— I suspect she’s my daughter.”
Long Chen stared at the still unconscious Jiang Ting lying quietly on the ground.
“What?”
Xiao Yang was genuinely taken aback.
Jiang Ting was actually Master’s daughter?
How could this be?
When he visited Qingyang Mountain, Jiang Ting was only six or seven years old.
And Long Chen was a taboo topic within the Qingyang Sword Sect, something no one dared to discuss.
Xiao Yang had only heard of this Master but had never met him in person.
Jiang Ting’s background was so complicated?
Jiang Qitian was a big, shady character?
No way!
This news was just too shocking.
Xiao Yang was dumbfounded.
That was Jiang Qitian, after all.
Jiang Qitian, without a doubt, was a ruthless figure in the Northern region, pious-looking on the surface, but so deeply scheming that even Xiao Yang felt a shiver down his spine.
In his past life, Xiao Yang had been almost ruined by Jiang Qitian.
What a cunning man, yet he was raising someone else’s daughter?
It was simply unimaginable.
“Just a suspicion. My little apprentice has already died, and whether Jiang Ting is my daughter, not even I know.”
Long Chen sighed.
“Want to find out if she’s your daughter? That’s easy!”
Nangong Hui suddenly chimed in.
“You have a way?”
Long Chen looked sharply at Nangong Hui.
“Of course!”
Nangong Hui nodded.
“Then can you help me…”
Long Chen spoke somewhat bashfully.
“No!”
Nangong Hui flatly rejected him.
“This…”
Long Chen turned to Xiao Yang.
“If you have a way, help Master out a bit!”
Xiao Yang said nonchalantly.
“Yes, Master!”
Nangong Hui nodded, as she only listened to Xiao Yang.
“Xiao Yang, I owe you a favor.”
Long Chen said, his expression serious as he looked at Xiao Yang.
Xiao Yang didn’t speak. He too was curious to know if Jiang Ting was Long Chen’s daughter.
In his last life, Jiang Ting’s background hadn’t posed any issues.
Master Long Chen hadn’t appeared since then.
But in this life, everything had changed.
Now, the revelation of Jiang Ting’s identity was explosive.
At this moment, Nangong Hui stepped forward.
“The blood carries the essence of one’s lineage. Once you activate your blood essence, you’ll know if Jiang Ting is your daughter.”
Nangong Hui stated as she took out a silver needle and two jade cups.
She pricked Long Chen’s fingertip.
Long Chen’s blood dripped into one of the jade cups.
Nangong Hui collected a small portion of Long Chen’s blood, then did the same with Jiang Ting’s blood.
She put away the silver needle and placed the two jade cups with their contents on the ground before sitting down cross-legged.
“Burning Veins Technique!”
Nangong Hui directly used a secret technique from the Demon Sect.
This technique burns the essence of one’s bloodline, even more powerful than the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique.
With this Burning Veins Technique, it ignites the essence of the bloodline.
Suddenly, Xiao Yang witnessed the blood in the two cups ignite.
A faint wave of bloodline essence emanated from the cups.
“What is this…”
Long Chen’s eyes lit up, his excitement reaching a peak.
The essence of the bloodlines was identical.
This meant Jiang Ting truly was Long Chen’s daughter.
“This…”
Xiao Yang was also dumbfounded.
He could feel the faint essence of the blood from the two cups burning; it genuinely was identical.
Only matching bloodlines could produce such a phenomenon.
The Burning Veins Technique actually had a function for identifying bloodlines.
This was simply incredible.
Xiao Yang gazed at the still unconscious Jiang Ting.
Jiang Qitian, oh Jiang Qitian, you’re really a green-haired turtle!
Xiao Yang couldn’t help but lament.
At that moment, Nangong Hui stopped.
She had grown exceedingly weak.
Using such a secret technique took a considerable toll on her own vitality.
Xiao Yang quickly pulled out a nourishing pill and handed it to Nangong Hui.
“Thanks, Master, for the pill!”
Nangong Hui immediately consumed the nourishing pill.
In no time, a hint of color returned to her pale face.
Her aura also stabilized.
“Master, what are your next plans?”
Xiao Yang asked.
“I haven’t thought it through yet. For now, you should take Jiang Ting back!”
Long Chen said, looking at the unconscious Jiang Ting with a complex expression.
“Master, I need to go to Qingyang Sword Sect in ten days. It wouldn’t be convenient to take her with me!”
Xiao Yang said, bowing respectfully to Long Chen before turning to leave.
“What…”
Long Chen was taken aback.
Could it be that there was really an issue between Xiao Yang and Jiang Ting?
Watching Xiao Yang depart, Long Chen sighed deeply before picking up Jiang Ting and leaving.
…
Jiang Ting is actually Master Long Chen’s daughter.
Even after returning to Qingyun Mountain, Xiao Yang felt as if he were still in a dream. It was simply too surreal.
Jiang Qitian had been unknowingly raising someone else’s daughter for twenty years?
Jiang Qitian, oh Jiang Qitian, even with all your cunning plans, you still end up with a head full of green grass.
How would Jiang Qitian react if he found out that Jiang Ting was not his biological daughter?
Xiao Yang’s lips curled into a slight smile.