Chapter 143

It is said that the higher the realm, the more the essence of cultivation will change.

Gradually shifting from oneself to the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

Perhaps the Sect Master has already reached this level!

"Great Dao of Heaven and Earth."

Meng Zhangqing murmured, then shook his head.

For him, it was still a bit far away.

For the time being, he must focus on cultivation and step into Spirit Connection first!

Spiritual Secret Treasury!

This is the most mysterious and powerful secret treasury of the human body!

On Lingxiao Peak.

Many members of the Meng family were staying here.

Although their cultivation was average, the disciples passing by did not show any look of contempt.

On the contrary, they were very respectful.

For no other reason.

Who else could this be but the family of Master Meng... the Young Sect Master.

They dared not be negligent.

"I never thought there would be a day I could stand here."

A member of the Meng family said excitedly, standing by the railing, looking out into the distance, where the sea of clouds surged and the scenery was magnificent.

"Yeah, do you think we have a chance to enter the Profound Heaven Sect to cultivate?!"

Someone said full of anticipation.

"Forget it, look at your own aptitude, don't come in and cause trouble for the Young Master; wouldn't it be shameful to spend your whole life in the outer sect?"

Immediately someone retorted.

"That's true."

That person nodded regretfully.

In the entire Meng family, only the Young Master was particularly outstanding; they were all very ordinary.

The Clan Elders heard this.

Their eyes showed a look of contemplation.

Actually, they also had this thought.

After all, cultivating in the Profound Heaven Sect would definitely have more prospects than in the family.

But the Young Master had just become the Young Sect Master.

Using private power to stuff people into the sect seemed not very good.

Better forget it.

Besides, the aptitude of their own clansmen was indeed not good.

Perhaps wait for the next generation, there might be good seedlings.

Gu Hongyu was also standing by the railing not far away, wearing a bamboo hat, her eyes under the brim somewhat dazed.

It truly felt like a dream.

At first, she really hadn't thought that Meng Zhangqing could reach his current stage, the Young Sect Master of a dignified first-grade sect.

Most importantly, the strength Meng Zhangqing possessed.

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"I remember back then, Senior Sister, you were crippled even more thoroughly than I was, so Zhangqing didn't inherit anything of yours, but why..."

Gu Hongyu found it somewhat hard to understand.

She could only attribute it to Meng Zhangqing’s personal opportunities.

In the world of cultivation, although luck is invisible, it is extremely important.

Many supreme powerhouses who rose from humble beginnings were like this.

"Young Master!"

Suddenly, the joyful voice of a clansman rang out, pulling back her thoughts.

Gu Hongyu turned around.

She saw a slender figure walking slowly from not far away, every step landing in the sunlight.

Looking bright and sacred.

"Young Master."

Voices rose one after another, all the clansmen, including the Clan Elders, bowed.

"No need for formalities, especially the Clan Elders."

Meng Zhangqing smiled slightly.

He used both hands to help up the Clan Elder at the front.

This was his third grandfather, the person with the highest seniority in the Meng family now.

"Thank you, Young Master."

The third grandfather patted the back of Meng Zhangqing’s hand, his eyes full of gratification, and even a few tears, "If the ancestors knew in the afterlife, they would certainly be extremely happy."

"Then during festivals, I hope Third Grandfather can help me light an incense stick; I am cultivating outside, and it is quite inconvenient."

Meng Zhangqing said with a smile.

"Certainly, certainly."

The third grandfather nodded hurriedly.

Although he had high seniority, he dared not show any of it in front of Meng Zhangqing.

After all, the Young Master was no longer what he used to be, not only a dignified Creation Realm powerhouse but also the Young Sect Master of the Profound Heaven Sect.

As the words fell.

Meng Zhangqing walked forward.

All the clansmen cleared a path.

They knew who the Young Master was going to find.

That was the Association President.

With a look from the third grandfather, all the clansmen retreated.

Leaving space.

"Auntie."

Arriving at the railing, Meng Zhangqing said softly.

He was tall and slender.

Gu Hongyu stood in front of him, only reaching his chin.

The rich scent of a man rushed toward her, which also made Gu Hongyu sober up.

"You brat, you've really grown a lot."

Out of habit, Gu Hongyu raised her hand and punched Meng Zhangqing in the chest.

"It’s all thanks to Auntie’s cultivation, otherwise how would I have today."

Meng Zhangqing said with a smile.

"Consider you have a conscience, this way, I don't have to worry about the rest of my life, I'll just rely on you."

Gu Hongyu took off her bamboo hat.

Revealing a stunning face, as the breeze blew, her hair danced lightly.

The warm sunlight spilled onto her side profile.

Truly beautiful beyond compare.

Even Meng Zhangqing, who had seen her many times, felt a sense of amazement in his heart at this moment.

"What, drunk on my beauty again?"

Gu Hongyu raised an eyebrow.

This familiar style of conversation made Meng Zhangqing recall his childhood.

Or perhaps before.

"Yeah, among the women I've seen so far, Auntie can rank in the top three."

Meng Zhangqing said seriously.

"What? Top three? Is your luck with women that good?"

Gu Hongyu immediately raised her willow eyebrows, "Back then, I was..."

The words stopped abruptly here.

The atmosphere also became a bit heavy.

"Auntie, now that it's come to this, can you tell me about my mother?"

Meng Zhangqing thought for a moment and said.

"Actually, it's not as complicated as you think, and there isn't that much love and hatred,"

Gu Hongyu sighed lightly, knowing she couldn't hide it anymore, "It's just a story of creatures on the ground failing and falling while trying to resist the might of heaven."

"Do you know the Zheng-Yi Holy Land?"

Holy Land?

Meng Zhangqing’s pupils shrank slightly.

In the world of cultivation, a Holy Land is a supreme existence, setting all the rules and regulations.

Just like today's sect promotion.

Its system was set by the supreme Holy Land.

But he knew very, very little about the Holy Land.

He only knew there was such a transcendent existence as a Holy Land.

He didn't know the specifics.

After all, Tianling Province was just a remote province in the Southern Border, and he came from a small family, so he had even fewer ways to know.

"The Zheng-Yi Holy Land is the head of the four great Holy Lands."

"How overbearing they are."

"They claim to be the orthodoxy of heaven, able to set the order of all things."

"Everything must operate under their rules; whoever oversteps is rebelling against the Heavenly Dao and deserves to die!"

Speaking of this, for the first time, a look of anger appeared on Gu Hongyu’s face.

"Your mother came from an ancient clan and was also the most outstanding among the true disciples of the Linglong Holy Land at that time."

"However, just because she saved a demonic cultivator, she was judged by the Zheng-Yi Holy Land!"

"They believed Senior Sister colluded with the demonic path and fell on her own!"

"She was forced to cripple her own roots, expelled from the sect, and even removed from the ancient clan's genealogy!"

"I took Senior Sister and fled, came to Tianling Province, and later met your father..."

Gu Hongyu began to tell the story.

Which also gave Meng Zhangqing a clear understanding of that past.

"Although we escaped several assassinations, after giving birth to you, Senior Sister and your father passed away due to severe injuries."

"Perhaps it was precisely because of Senior Sister’s death that this seemingly endless bumpy road finally stopped."

"Alright, that's what you wanted to know."

Gu Hongyu raised her hand and patted Meng Zhangqing on the shoulder lightly.

"As a Holy Land, did the so-called Linglong Holy Land just watch their disciple be crippled?"

Meng Zhangqing looked very calm.

There was not much emotional fluctuation.

"The Zheng-Yi Holy Land is the strongest in the world; no one can compare to them."

"Even among Holy Lands, there are gaps."

"Besides, the Holy Land suffered a great change back then, so they had even less energy."

"As for the ancient clan your Senior Sister came from, how would they dare to challenge the Zheng-Yi Holy Land."

Gu Hongyu shook her head, "So I don't suggest you harbor hatred; it's best to forget this matter, cultivate well, and live a carefree life, which is also quite good."

"Alright, there are still important matters to handle in the family, I'll be going now."

Gu Hongyu patted Meng Zhangqing on the shoulder.

But before leaving, she stuffed a token into Meng Zhangqing’s hand.

"This is Senior Sister’s token; if you encounter trouble in the future, it might come in handy."

After speaking.

She left.

Leaving Meng Zhangqing standing there.

He let out a long breath.

Meng Zhangqing rubbed his face.

He had actually thought about things being very high up, but he didn't expect them to be even higher!

A Holy Land.

That was a place from legends.

He didn't expect his biological mother and aunt to be disciples of a Holy Land!

It’s just... although Auntie’s tone was full of anger, he really found it hard to empathize.

After all, he had never met his biological father or mother.

Any emotion requires time spent together to exist.

How could it be born out of thin air?

However, instinctively, his bloodline still had a bit of indescribable emotion.

"But Auntie, some things, it's not that I can avoid them just by trying to forget."

Meng Zhangqing naturally didn't want to have a conflict with a dignified Holy Land.

But was this something he could avoid just because he wanted to?

I don't walk toward the mountain.

But sometimes, the mountain will come toward me.

"Must continue to cultivate."

Meng Zhangqing’s eyes narrowed slightly, and the sense of ease on his body also disappeared.

He didn't want to hand his life over to an unknowable future.

No matter what, at least he had to be strong enough to protect himself.