NOVPUB"Yes," Xu Zimei and his companion knew they were in the wrong and did not rebut.
"The situation in the Phoenix Perching Empire is already chaotic enough. A single move can affect the whole situation, so be more cautious when you go out in the future."
Wenren Jingshi said indifferently.
He could tell at a glance what the situation really was.
However, standing on the side of the Wenren Family, without sufficient evidence, he did not expose it.
After Wenren Jingshi sternly reprimanded them for a while, Xu Zimei returned to the small courtyard with a crestfallen Wenren Su.
Looking at his injuries, Wenren Su said helplessly, "Cousin, you really went too far with the black hand!"
"No pain, no gain," Xu Zimei smiled and replied.
"We can’t make it difficult for grandfather, can we? Now the matter is over, just like that."
Xu Zimei then handed a Holy Healing Pill to Wenren Su.
After taking the pill, his body began to noticeably recover.
"There are three days left until grandfather’s birthday feast. It will be a boring time for us," Wenren Su said with a shake of his head and a sigh.
"I just feel sorry for Miss Xian’er."
"A beauty is a source of trouble," Xu Zimei replied indifferently.
"So, cousin, do you have a girl you like?" Wenren Su asked with a gossipy interest, chuckling.
Xu Zimei was silent for a moment, recalling the Demon-Slaying Family of the distant Central Continent, the Lan Family.
Life is often more dramatic than fiction.
The person he liked was in the enemy camp.
There would come a day when things between him and the Demon-Slaying Family needed to be settled.
After all, he was the real demon in their eyes.
"Your silence is an admission," Wenren Su said with a laugh.
"No matter what the person I like is like, I’ll never let myself be used as a pawn," Xu Zimei replied lightly.
"Hearing you say that, I just remembered that I have to help Miss Xian’er find the Dragon Tail Grass," Wenren Su replied.
Then Wenren Su hurriedly went to the Wenren Family’s medicine tower to look for Mysterious Medicine.
Xu Zimei couldn’t be bothered and decided to wander around the Wenren Residence alone. 𝖓𝔬𝔳𝔭𝖚𝖇.𝔠𝔬𝖒
Although he could not leave the residence, the interior was vast all the same.
...
After wandering around the Wenren Family for a while, Xu Zimei eventually found himself at a lake without realizing how he got there.
Willow trees were planted on both sides of the lake, and with the scorching summer sun, the entire surface of the lake was glittering.
At the center of the lake, a purple lotus flower was slowly blooming.
The lotus was an unnatural purple color and looked enchanting.
Purple Spiritual Energy was surging on it, turning the whole lake into purple water.
"Purple Lotus," Xu Zimei narrowed his eyes, gazing at the surface of the lake.
As a former prized artifact of Empress Hongtian, the Myriad Dao Lotus had been divided into eight parts.
Xu Zimei had not expected that one of the parts, the Purple Lotus, would be hidden in Grandfather Wenren’s residence.
At this moment, a young man was sitting atop the Myriad Dao Purple Lotus.
The young man was meditating with his eyes closed, his whole body shrouded in a mist of purple Qi as he absorbed it into his body.
Seemingly sensing someone’s arrival, the young man absorbed the last strand of purple Qi.
Finally, he took a long breath and slowly opened his eyes.
This young man was someone Xu Zimei recognized; he was the young man he had met in the Qingyou Pavilion when he first saw his grandfather.
His name seemed to be Wenren Tianming.
According to his cousin Wenren Su, this young man was originally from a collateral line of the family but had been brought up by their grandfather due to his exceptional talent.
...
"Is there something you need?" the young man stood up, stepping on the surface of the lake.
Like floating on water, not even a slight ripple arose as he stepped onto the shore.
"No, I just happened to come here," Xu Zimei gently shook his head.
He was asked, "Do you have some conflict with my cousin?"
"In the eyes of the direct lineage disciples, those of the collateral branches will always be considered inferior," Wenren Tianming said evenly.
"Therefore, they are unwilling to acknowledge that I, a collateral branch disciple, am stronger than any of them from the direct lineage.
In this Wenren Residence, there are many who disapprove of me, not just your cousin."
"You seem quite calm about it," Xu Zimei said with interest.
"You get used to it," Wenren Tianming replied.
"It was Grandfather who kept me here, providing me with cultivation resources.
Otherwise, I would have left this place long ago. Though I might not be doing as well as I am now,
there would always be a place for me, Wenren Tianming, in this vast world."
Xu Zimei looked back at the Myriad Dao Lotus behind him, understanding that his grandfather was cultivating him with all his might.
Perhaps, in the future struggles for the Destiny of the Wenren family’s generation, it would be Wenren Tianming.
In the face of Destiny, it concerns the family’s millennium-long enterprise.
For any disciple that is trustworthy, there certainly is no distinction between collateral and direct lineage.
"Regardless, Wenren Su is my cousin.
If he hasn’t really committed a heinous crime, it would be best if you didn’t kill him," Xu Zimei said, looking at Wenren Tianming.
With the support of his grandfather, the current Wenren Tianming had fully spread his wings. With innate talent and significant nurturing, so long as he doesn’t court death, his prospects were truly boundless.
And from what Xu Zimei could tell, his cousin was not someone who could fight against him.
"Why should I give you face?" Wenren Tianming said to Xu Zimei, looking at him indifferently.
He had little regard for the direct lineage disciples of the Wenren family, and since Xu Zimei was on such good terms with Wenren Su, naturally, he would not give him face.
"Why?" Xu Zimei smiled and slowly drew the Tyrant Shadow from his back.
He said, "Is this blade enough?"
"Are you threatening me?" Wenren Tianming’s eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke softly.
Xu Zimei was unreasonable in his actions, and he had wanted to kill the man directly.
To leave no trouble behind for his cousin, especially since he wouldn’t be returning to the Northern Continent for a long time after this.
But due to his grandfather’s reasons, Xu Zimei still refrained from doing so.
"How about this, take a strike from my blade. If you can withstand it, we’ll pretend I was never here.
If you can’t, you’ll do as I just said," Xu Zimei said, holding the Tyrant Shadow lightly in his hand.
"That’s not an equivalent condition. If I can’t withstand it, I’ll do as you say.
If I do, you’ll agree to a condition from me," Wenren Tianming replied.
"You sure are confident," Xu Zimei said, shaking his head slightly.
He could tell that the other was at the early stage of the Emperor Pulse.
It was evident that the resources given by his grandfather were generous, making him a true Talented Disciple.
It was normal for him to have pride.
Xu Zimei slowly raised the Tyrant Shadow. He had learned a Vein Skill called Draw Blade Technique in the past.
Without much technique to embellish, he directly infused the "swift" speed of the Draw Blade Technique into his strike.
This blade strike was very plain.
But it was this plainness that had a sense of returning to simplicity. Wenren Tianming didn’t even see Xu Zimei’s movement as he wielded the sword.
The hairpin that held his hair aloft had already shattered, and the blade qi continued without diminishing, cutting the willow behind him in two as well.
"You were supposed to be a dead man by now," Xu Zimei said softly.
"You should feel fortunate that you are a member of the Wenren family."
