Chapter 684 498 Fight_2

"Cunning to a fault, yet not cautious enough, arrogant through talent, never bowing down, it was only through his exceptional natural gifts that he could establish a career by killing in today's world, but sooner or later, he would die because of his arrogance."

As Li Xijun spoke these words, Li Xuanxuan nodded slightly, while Li Zhouwei, who was sitting obediently to the side, blinked, seemingly grasping the hidden meaning and silently accepted the rebuke.

"Perhaps a setback might inspire some change."

Li Xuanfeng shifted his cup and said in a low voice,

"Such people never change, just like Ganixi back in the day. He treated all matters with contempt, unmatched in combat until a serious challenge arose, and then it was nothing but death for him."

After musing for so long, Li Xuanxuan finally spoke out, answering softly,

"This child of the Chen Family can only be subdued by our Princely Heir."

With one sentence, Li Xuanxuan lifted the worries of those present, smiling as he patted Li Zhouwei and said softly,

"In less than two years, you've already reached the second level of Fetal Breathing Chengming rotation."

Li Xuanfeng had been closely observing him and after a long moment said,

"I've been running back and forth between the Southern Border and the East Sea these days, paying special attention to many things, and I shall clarify them for you."

He paused, then continued in a low voice,

"Firstly, regarding Mingyang, it used to be that the Taoist Lineage was rare, only found on a few overseas islands with remains of Mingyang. Now, because of the matters in the East Fire, both domestic and overseas Mingyang Foundation Establishments have appeared, gradually becoming known to people."

"This Foundation Establishment is most suited for offspring, but cultivators often become progressively more vicious, either becoming more tyrannical or more stubborn, influenced by their Immortal Foundation."

Li Ximing frowned slightly, thinking of Li Ximing on the mountain. Li Xuanfeng went on to say,

"Within the Yin and Yang, 'Mingyang' corresponds to 'Jueyin'; the Taoist Lineages complement and conflict with each other, which is something to be mindful of."

"Wu Country, bordering the West Sea to the northwest, is known as the center of Jizi, and there lies the Chen Country, also called the 'Country of Daughters,' where their cultivation is of 'Jueyin.' In today's world, they do not commonly interact, but one must still be vigilant."

Li Xuanfeng was instructing as Li Xijun nodded silently. The elder casually mentioned some recent events, and Li Xijun, quick-witted, asked,

"May I know of the matter regarding Situ Chen of the Tang Jin Sect..."

Li Xuanfeng's expression remained unchanged as he flatly denied,

"It has nothing to do with me."

The young man in white nodded thoughtfully. Li Xuanfeng then pulled Li Zhouwei closer, asking,

"Wei'er, Mingyang represents the tyrannical way of dealing with people and it is said to aid in cultivation. You must also pay more attention to the family matters from now on."

"Zhouwei understands."

Li Zhouwei nodded. Li Xijun, unable to restrain himself any longer, asked,

"Why... when Mingyang cultivates Mingyang, does it somehow differ from the many descriptions?"

Li Xijun recounted Li Ximing's situation in detail, and Li Xuanfeng, stroking his beard, said softly,

"I think Ximing was never meant to cultivate Mingyang! Mingyang is a worldly path; if someone like Xihong or Chengliao were to cultivate it, that would be appropriate. He should pursue paths like the 'Twelve Qis' and 'Jade True,' which match his disposition. Right now, his mind and the Taoist Lineage conflict, always opposing his heart, making it all seem meaningless."

"So that's how it is!"

Li Xijun felt his hands go numb, setting down the Jade Pot on the case in a daze, and suddenly he remembered a night under the moonlight when Li Ximing seemed to have a premonition and lightly handed him the "Golden Hall Guangyuan" asking to exchange their cultivation techniques.

The young man's heart surged with a scalding pain, his voice low and heavy,

"How could we... how could we understand? We only hoped to leave him with the best..."

Listening from the side, Li Xuanxuan watched Li Xijun's expression and a rare anger appeared on his face as he said,

"Stop blaming each other! There is no such thing!"

Li Xuanfeng, reading the accusation in his older brother's gaze, said softly,

"I should not have said this, but now that 'Brilliant Ming Guangyuan Scripture' in our family is of the highest grade, Ximing has always had the advantage. Even if he chose for himself, he would pick the higher grade for his own path."

Li Xuanfeng was unaware that Li Xijun and Li Ximing had once thought of exchanging cultivation techniques; Li Xijun remembered it clearly, and although his face quickly regained composure, his heart cried out:

"These one or two things... I have wronged Ming Ge'er."

Li Xuanfeng only chatted for a moment without delay, rose to his feet to take up his bow, and said to the few people:

"I will go first then; I'll return to the family home for a visit in a few years."

Li Xijun and Li Xuanxuan saw him off together, Li Xuanxuan's mood was still relatively good, and he didn't notice that beside him, his nephew and brother, beneath their calm exteriors, were both tumultuous waves, full of sorrow.

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Song Family in Daofu Mountain.

The Song Family's territory lies south of Mushroom Forest Plain and north of Helin County, neither particularly large nor small, considered an age-old family.

The size of the Song Family's territory is somewhat disproportionate to their actual strength, especially after the fall of the last Foundation Establishment member, an ordinary Qi Cultivation Family should not occupy such a territory.

However, the Song Family once had a female cultivator who, preferring to marry as a concubine, wed a disciple who had come down from Qing Chi Mountain, who later became the Sect Leader of Green Pond. Thanks to this, the Song woman broke through to Foundation Establishment, and the Song Family prospered overnight.

Who would have thought that later this disciple named Chi Wei would break through to Zifu, and the family's blessing would be endless. Even though the Song woman was only a concubine, she could ensure prosperity for the family for a century.

"It's only a pity that the later generations are not up to par, falling to such a state!"

Yuan Hudu stood quietly in the courtyard filled with the clamor of gongs and drums; he looked considerably younger than Yuan Huyuan, with deeper eye sockets and a higher nose, which made him appear somewhat sinister.

In the courtyard below, people were greeting and laughing, yet none approached him to strike up a conversation. Only the Song Family Head stood behind him with a sycophantic expression, saying some harmless words.

Yuan Fuyao, dressed in a red robe, stood in the courtyard with a smiling face. His childhood friend was wearing a bridal veil in the back courtyard; he was clearly on cloud nine, with both wealth and beauty falling into his lap, his cheeks slightly flushed, revealing his feelings of success.

But Yuan Hudu quietly narrowed his eyes, scanning the courtyard and quickly spotted an old man on the edge, wearing a black gold armor, standing with arms folded, watching the scene with a cold gaze.

Yuan Hudu did not use his Spiritual Sense to probe, but through intuition, he felt there was something unusual about this man. He instantly summoned someone over and whispered:

"Go check, see which member of the Li Family wears white hair and golden armor."

Yuan Hudu had some guesses about who he might be; it was very likely someone from the arriving Li Family members. But he was not afraid; in fact, he had somewhat anticipated this.

"They really are patient. I've been wandering outside day after day, and now I've finally waited for you!"

Yuan Hudu thought to himself that if it were himself, he would have been unable to endure this long. He knew the Li Family members would come sooner or later, but he was waiting for them to show up.

"Just a cancellation of a marriage, do you think they can kill me? At most, they'll scold me fiercely, and it'd be even better if it came to blows, even if they injured me."

The bigger the rift between the two families grew, the clearer the message to the Chi Family; after all, he wouldn't lose his life over it, Yuan Hudu was happy for this to happen.

"It's just that no matter who it is... even if it was Li Qinghong... please not this ferocious god..."

When his subordinate came up and whispered a few words to him, Yuan Hudu's expression immediately soured as he muttered:

"It's really him! [Jin Geng Gang Xian] Li Xuanfeng!"

Yuan Hudu himself had not been groomed to be the Family Head since he was young, nor was he as inherently talented as Yuan Chengdun. Spending most of his life just to cultivate to Foundation Establishment, how could he not be afraid?

His talent was not outstanding, nor was he skilled in spell battles. Relying on elixirs for his breakthrough, he could only be considered mid-tier among clan cultivators; he was no match for Li Xuanfeng! Even if Li Qinghong arrived, she could probably take his life within a hundred exchanges.

Yuan Hudu took a deep breath, fixed his gaze, and noticed that those awe-inspiring eyes were already staring at him.

"Damn it!"

Yuan Hudu forced a strained and stiff smile, his hand hidden in his sleeve suddenly gripping it tightly. He had heard of this fierce man's recklessness, and he couldn't help but feel alarmed.

Eventually, he saw the man step by step approaching him, moving closer through the crowd that was laughing and jubilant, which unconsciously parted to form a small path, allowing him to advance with ease.

Yuan Hudu could almost only hear the cold sound of the black gold boots stepping on the ground, forcing himself to resist the urge to flee and standing his ground while pretending to be calm.

Li Xuanfeng walked straight up to him until Yuan Hudu could clearly see the patterns on his black gold Spirit Armor. Then, he saw him tilt his head slightly and quietly say:

"Yuan Hudu?"

This cold voice was clearly audible in the noisy environment, making him break out in a cold sweat.