Chapter 1208: Huang Yan was dazed by the blow

Huang Yan was somewhat dazed, truly dazed.

His mind went blank, somewhat dazed as he looked at the two people before him; they said they were his master's sons?

No, it was what the master said, these are the master's two sons?

They weren't junior disciples, but sons—when did they arrive? When did the master have sons? Or such grown sons—why hadn't he seen them before?

"Master, you mean they're both your sons?" Huang Yan asked in a trembling voice; he really wanted to say, they don't resemble the master at all.

He didn't dare say that out loud, fearing a brutal beating from his master.

Indeed, Chen Qinglian and the other look alike, clearly brothers, but they are truly unlike the master—Qinglong Daoist's appearance differs from theirs in every feature; strictly speaking, they have no relation at all, and in no way look like father and son.

Actually, when Qinglong Daoist first separated, he deliberately gave himself a distinct appearance, different in every way, to prevent others from noticing any clue and suspecting him; this approach has many benefits and no drawbacks.

Qinglong Daoist went off alone, belonging to the Azure Dragon Clan's bloodline, not a human bloodline.

The two standing together, no one could tell they were of one essence—that was the intended effect.

This also caused Huang Yan's suspicion, and Huang Wuji was shocked as well, staring at Chen Qinglian and Qi Haoyang; their cultivation is not weak, they are young yet possess considerable strength, and their power is solid, not like that gained from taking pills.

Their foundations are extremely solid, firmer than anyone in the Huang family, with abundant true qi far surpassing their current realm; if properly nurtured, their future achievements could rival Huang Yan's.

Both are sons of Qinglong Daoist, placed beside him to cultivate; it shows his high regard for them.

"Right, any problem?" Qinglong Daoist asked with a smiling squint.

Huang Yan quickly shook his head: "No, no."

He dared not have any objections; even if he did, he wouldn't dare voice them.

"Are you sure there's none?"

"No, no, Master, disciple truly has no objections at all." Huang Yan assured repeatedly.

Qinglong Daoist glanced at him, saw through his thoughts, and softly said: "You're thinking they don't resemble me at all, that they don't look like my sons?"

Huang Yan's face changed, his breathing grew ragged, his body trembling violently.

Huang Wuji's face changed as well; he wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

If this were true, wouldn't it be...?

"Fellow Daoist, Yan'er doesn't mean that—don't misunderstand." Huang Wuji hurriedly spoke, not wanting Huang Yan to be blamed by Qinglong Daoist.

Having finally found a good master, he didn't want his grandson to lose this great opportunity.

Huang Yan quickly explained: "Master, disciple absolutely does not mean that."

Chen Qinglian and Qi Haoyang beside them snorted with laughter; their laughter startled Huang Yan and Huang Wuji, who looked at them bewildered—could they really laugh at this? It's a serious matter; if they got it wrong, it could be deadly.

Qinglong Daoist waved his hand: "Enough, don't be nervous; they really don't resemble me, and I don't mind—they are indeed my sons."

"As for the appearance and bloodline issue, you'll naturally find out later."

He offered no explanation, after all he is not the true body, merely a clone.

Whether they resemble him or not is unimportant; he doesn't take it to heart.

The two sons, however, are very much like the true body, their bloodlines identical—there's no problem with that.

"Eh?" Huang Yan had expected the master to explode in rage, but instead got this reaction?

Very strange.

Too strange.

"Master, you're not angry?"

"What do I have to be angry about?" Qinglong Daoist waved his hand: "It would be a problem if they resembled me."

"Eh?" Huang Yan was again bewildered, staring at his master before him; for a moment he couldn't understand why the master would say that, why he would think so.

His own sons not resembling himself, their bloodline not like his—could that be a good thing?

This is too strange; why would the master say that?

But one thing is certain: the master is not angry; rather, it's quite normal.

Huang Wuji was also dazed, truly unable to fathom why Qinglong Daoist reacted this way—it's completely off.

"Fellow Daoist Qinglong, your children naturally should resemble you best; your reaction, I on the other hand..."

Not understandable, cannot comprehend.

Qinglong Daoist didn't explain further, but looked at Chen Qinglian and Qi Haoyang, nodding at them.

Chen Qinglian and Qi Haoyang stepped forward, without explaining the matter.

"You needn't be tense, nor worry."

"This matter has nothing to do with you; you also shouldn't speculate, nor need to worry." Qi Haoyang said with a smile: "We know everything about the affairs between me and my father; in time, you'll naturally learn the reason."

He reached out, smiling at Huang Yan.

Huang Yan reached out as well, and they clasped hands.

"Huang Yan of the Huang family, the master's eldest disciple."

They held hands, not being fellow disciples, so they naturally needed to build a good relationship.

Their relationship must not be... too poor.

In the future, their interactions will increase; Qi Haoyang and Chen Qinglian know their father's thoughts and plans, so they naturally need to get to know Huang Yan—later, they will indeed be staying together.

"Qi Haoyang."

"Chen Qinglian." Chen Qinglian joined in shaking hands; the three met, naturally needing to get acquainted, they stepped aside, the youths' interaction and small talk having nothing to do with Qinglong Daoist and Huang Wuji.

Seeing them walk away, Huang Wuji let out a sigh of relief.

"Fellow Daoist Qinglong, you really don't mind?" Huang Wuji, still uneasy, asked the question.

He was genuinely curious; as a man, few could accept such a thing.

"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Huang Wuji, you'll naturally understand in time." Qinglong Daoist offered no explanation, merely looking at the three.

Soon, the three began sparring; their strength was comparable, their ages similar, meeting together naturally led to a bout.

Among young people, they must fight well; only then can they improve each other's strength.

Huang Yan faced Chen Qinglian, not Qi Haoyang; his strength rose quickly, already reaching the fifth layer of the True Person Realm. After retraining, he could recover to the True Person Realm this fast—truly not simple.

Chen Qinglian is at the sixth layer of the True Person Realm; her realm overwhelms Huang Yan by one layer, but Huang Yan is ultimately not of that realm—there is no doubt about his strength.

"Who do you favor more? Daoist Huang Wuji." Qinglong Daoren asked.

Huang Wuji thought for a moment and said: "Naturally it's my good-for-nothing grandson; although his realm is one layer lower, he is after all different."