Chapter 477 - 270: Reunion
Chapter 477: Chapter 270: Reunion
In one corner of Taiheng Mountain, two figures suddenly stopped moving amid the forest, one ahead and one behind.
Wen Fusheng looked cautiously at the person in front of him, uncertain if the voice he heard was real or just an illusion.
However, the person’s Lightweight Technique was clearly superior to his, yet they paused several times along the way to wait.
Could it be... true?
At that moment, the person in front, with their back to him, made a motion of removing a mask, and upon turning around, it was Chu Qing’s face.
"Good boy, it really is you!"
Wen Fusheng completely let down his guard.
As Chu Qing brushed past him, he spoke two words:
"Follow me."
Wen Fusheng would naturally not forget Chu Qing’s voice.
But because it happened so quickly, even though he gave chase, he couldn’t help but doubt whether he had heard correctly.
Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened in the end.
Chu Qing smiled, nodded slightly, and cupped his fists:
"Senior Wen, long time no see."
Wen Fusheng frowned, looked at him for a moment, then asked:
"What exactly is going on here?"
"This matter... is quite complicated to explain."
Chu Qing spoke with sincerity, as the mess within the Taiheng Sect was extraordinarily complicated.
Many people were stirring up trouble, not just one group.
The truth and falsehoods were mixed together, and it took Chu Qing quite some effort to see through the confusion and understand the intricacies.
Seeing Wen Fusheng ask, he explained the situation once over.
He left Wen Fusheng astounded, repeatedly gasping:
"Goodness... The Taiheng Sect truly is a mess, and even Prince Xue is involved?"
"Earlier, we couldn’t stop him, and now that he has met his demise, she should know that I have the item.
"When the sword ceremony is held, I will definitely show up.
"I wonder if she will also appear to meet... This time, I will ensure she comes but doesn’t leave."
"Are you confident?"
Wen Fusheng said seriously:
"Prince Mu within the Celestial Secret Valley was merely a resurrected body, yet already possessed such skills.
"Standing before us now is the real deal, Prince Xue... I must admit, I’m somewhat unsure."
"If I could defeat her the first time, then this time I can kill her."
Chu Qing chuckled lightly, his confidence evident in his words.
Wen Fusheng nodded repeatedly:
"You are truly unexpected; during Luochun Manor, you didn’t seem as profound as you do now. In such a short time, you’ve become even more formidable.
"I heard you slew nine Elders of the Taiheng Sect last night; such a feat... calling you the first in South Ridge is no exaggeration."
"Being the first in South Ridge is merely an empty title."
Chu Qing chuckled in disbelief, then suddenly recalled something, speaking solemnly:
"Does Manor Master Wen know Lan Shuyi?"
"The executioner of Ding’an Hall?"
Wen Fusheng had a peculiar expression:
"Why do you suddenly ask about this person?"
"He told me a story."
Chu Qing said softly:
"I don’t know if it’s true or not, and this story involves Manor Master Wen."
"Oh? Let’s hear it."
Wen Fusheng immediately put on a listening expression.
Seeing his look, Chu Qing didn’t hesitate, recounting the story he heard from Lan Shuyi.
Initially, Wen Fusheng didn’t think much of it, but as he listened, he fell into reminiscence.
He eventually sighed:
"So it’s him... he’s become the executioner of Ding’an Hall.
"The Flying Tiger of old has transformed into the Grand Hall Master of Ding’an Hall... truly, the world is ever-changing.
"If you want to know about the story, there is indeed one.
"Moreover, after he came of age, he once came to Luochun Manor to inquire about past events.
"But as to whether he’s truly the Lan Shuyi of today, I dare not confirm... fortunately, this person should be within the Taiheng Sect, and we might meet at the sword ceremony."
Chu Qing nodded:
"He wants me to kill Wang Fang, but I still have my doubts about this matter.
"If proven true... only then can I act without any concerns."
"Hmm."
Wen Fusheng nodded, then asked about Gentle.
This wasn’t a good place for idle chatter, so Chu Qing took off his black robe, changed into his usual clothes, and descended the mountain with Wen Fusheng.
Arriving at Chunlai Inn, the anticipated tearful reunion between parent and child wasn’t there after all.
Gentle saw Wen Fusheng and reacted as if seeing an ordinary person:
"You’re here, huh?"
Wen Fusheng looked confused until he confirmed Gentle was wearing a human skin mask, then his emotions burst forth:
"Yes, Father is here. Are you alright?"
"I’m fine, Third Brother is here."
Gentle glanced at Chu Qing.
Wen Fusheng waved his hand:
"It’s because he’s here that we have all this mess..."
"..."
Chu Qing rolled his eyes, about to say something when he saw Wu Qianhuan also come out of the room, clearly having heard the commotion.
As they exchanged glances, Gentle took a step back:
"Let’s talk in the room."
Wu Qianhuan looked puzzled; she had never seen Wen Fusheng, so she didn’t know who this dignified middle-aged man was.
Chu Qing pulled her over and closed the door smoothly.
"Let me introduce, this is Wen Fusheng, Manor Master of Luochun Manor, and Gentle’s father."
Saying this, he took Wu Qianhuan’s hand:
"Daughter of City Lord Wu Ganqi of Celestial Dance City, Wu Qianhuan.
"My fiancée."
Wu Qianhuan’s face blushed; once she realized who had come, she quickly cupped her fists: