Chapter 100: Chen Churan Returns Home, Moves Beside the Mountain

Xinran Zhanglao ultimately still could not sway Chen Chuyang, and left dejectedly.

Shang Hongxue listened the whole time, and after Xinran Zhanglao had completely left, she finally asked, "Brother Chuyang, why do you refuse her? The Spirit Sword Sect is better than Longshe Cheng in every way—its resources and techniques are no fewer, and with such a master protecting you, you could just come over later."

The Spirit Sword Sect, you see, is one of the few great sects; although it doesn't surpass the Heavenly Heart Sect, it's still not lacking.

In terms of combat power, the Spirit Sword Sect is truly number one, since sword cultivators rank first in combat—a fact everyone knows.

If it weren't for the fact that most members of the Spirit Sword Sect are sword cultivators and unsuitable for others, it might surpass the Heavenly Heart Sect and become the strongest sect of the Great Qi Dynasty, but they haven't done so and continue to stick to their own path.

Xinran Zhanglao's title, Shang Hongxue had heard of, after all such a famous figure is inevitably discussed; a Strong One taking Brother Chuyang as a disciple is something Chuyang would need eight lifetimes of merit to encounter, and Chuyang refused, for her, he refused.

Shang Hongxue felt some guilt; she didn't want to be a burden to Brother Chuyang or hold him back.

"Actually, you could go with her; there's no need to stay for me. I can take care of myself."

Shang Hongxue lowered her head, twirling the hem of her clothes with her fingers, speaking absentmindedly.

She didn't want to see Brother Chuyang spend his whole life here; when better opportunities arise, one should seize them, not… like her, staying in Longshe Cheng forever without achievement.

Thinking of her older sister mocking Brother Chuyang, always saying he was talentless and would remain like that forever, made Shang Hongxue's heart ache.

Although she was reluctant to see Brother Chuyang leave her, she cared even more about him being looked down upon by others—even if that person were her own sister, it was unacceptable; she would never allow it. You may mock her, say whatever about her, but you must not speak ill of Brother Chuyang.

"Silly girl, what are you thinking? Your Brother Chuyang didn't stay just to look after you. Don't overthink it; I just don't want to leave Longshe Shan."

"You, stop overthinking."

He tapped the little girl's head, urging her not to let her thoughts run wild.

At such a young age, she was prone to fanciful thoughts.

Jing liked to mess around with this kind of nonsense.

Shang Hongxue pursed her lips, staring at Chen Chuyang.

"Alright, go practice swordsmanship; rest when you're tired."

"Okay."

Shang Hongxue went to a side to practice swordsmanship, but she had no mind for it.

Her gaze always fell on Chen Chuyang; her Brother Chuyang sat cross-legged, lost in thought.

Having grasped sword intent and sensed the seals, Chen Chuyang had many tasks, but no inclination to go to the Spirit Sword Sect.

The Spirit Sword Sect has too many people and is too chaotic; the main sect harbors a lot of filthy darkness, and he doesn't want to scheme with those people. It's better to stay here to cultivate; resources are not lacking for now. Once he fully controls the underground, he can enter that cave heaven and take all the beast blood, enough for prolonged cultivation.

Not to mention that cave heaven is huge; it must contain treasures.

At the same time, he also needs to stay here to guard the Chen Clan.

And, incidentally, protect this girl.

Shang Hongxue's body is what Chen Chuyang is most interested in—a special constitution and those seals; once truly studied, his path of Formation will surely rise to a terrifying level.

It's many times better than going to the Spirit Sword Sect.

No need to reverse priorities and forsake the near for the distant.

…

In the inn.

Xinran Zhanglao looked at the cultivating Chen Churan, shook her head: "Alas."

She let out a deep sigh, not because she thought Churan was incompetent, but the gap compared to her brother was huge.

Nevertheless, she was not discouraged.

"Perhaps we can obtain the secret of his insight from that kid Chen Chuyang."

"After that kid grasped the Heart Sword Method, his sword technique didn't go berserk, and he could control it at will; that step is not easy."

"Perhaps my Heart Sword Method could be perfected in his hands."

Looking at her own disciple, whether she can fully master the Heart Sword Method in the future will depend on her second brother.

And Chen Churan is clearly an excellent candidate, indispensable to her.

"The Chen Clan, so full of talent."

"Little Longshe Cheng might soon produce a True Dragon."

"That's fine too."

While cultivating, Chen Churan always felt someone watching her; she opened her eyes, scanned around, but saw nothing.

She was puzzled for a long time, then continued cultivating.

The sky turned pale.

Chen Churan, uninterested in cultivation, after bidding farewell to her master, set out on the road home.

On a familiar light carriage, she found her mother.

"Daughter has seen mother."

Long Ming yawned, looked at the Baby daughter before him, walked over, affectionately grasped her hand, and kept caring for her.

"Look at you, you've lost so much weight; don't push cultivation so hard, moderation is enough."

"Remember to eat; don't keep cultivating all the time. You're still young; you have plenty of time."

"In this regard, you should learn from your second brother: don't make cultivation your whole life; that's not right."

The little daughter is good at everything except this; she loves cultivation obsessively—a madwoman.

All she sees is cultivation; other things are ignored.

Or rather, she doesn't want to be distracted by other matters.

That's also fine; the drawback is a rather cold temperament, indifferent to everything, even toward family.

Long Ming felt distressed; after finally giving birth to a daughter, she wanted someone to chat with, but the daughter is even colder than her two sons, leaving her as before—no one by her side, no one to talk to.

The two who sat down were both addressed by Long Ming's caring words—asking if they'd eaten, if they were hungry, not to overexert in cultivation, and so on—typical motherly concern, verbose and often repetitive.

Chen Churan kept listening, without feeling impatient.

He jabbered for half an hour; Long Ming had a lot to say and simply couldn't finish.

"Churan, you didn't come back this time just to chat with mother, did you?"

Chen Churan shook her head: "Mother, there's something I need you to help with."

"Oh?" Long Ming said seriously: "Speak."

This daughter rarely asks for help; once sensible, she always does things herself.

It saves her worry, but also leaves her helpless.

"Anything mother can do, I can help you with."

Chen Churan smiled: "Mother, the matter is as follows."

Then she began to explain the situation: her master had taken a liking to her second brother and wanted to take him back to the Spirit Sword Sect for training.

Many details were omitted; in short, the second brother refused, unwilling to leave Longshe Shan.

After giving a rough account, Chen Churan waited for her mother's conclusion.

"Mother, this is a prime opportunity; not many are chosen by my master. The second brother turned down the master, doesn't want to follow me back to the Spirit Sword Sect, and no matter how I persuade him, he persists stubbornly."

"Daughter truly has no other way; mother, please go and persuade the second brother."

"Training within the Spirit Sword Sect is certainly faster than at Longshe Shan; given the second brother's talent, condensing the core also holds promise."

Long Ming frowned, looking at his daughter; he doubted that the person she mentioned was his own son, suspecting it was someone else.

When did his second son become so outstanding? And even Xinran Zhanglao took a liking to him, insisting on taking him as a disciple; this sounds like a dream.

Too absurd.