Chapter 123: The Chen Family

Advancement, however, is a matter of destiny. Having reached a new stage in such a short time, there is no telling how long the next breakthrough might take.

Baishu felt a flicker of worry; Xin’er’s progress was simply too rapid.

She was at the Wuxiang stage… Although he was also at the Wuxiang stage, it had taken him a very, very long time to break through layer by layer. He had been stagnating at the fifth level of the Wuxiang stage for over a decade now, unable to make any further progress.

Yet his disciple… was not even eight years old.

Such cultivation, looking across the entire Tianwu Continent, likely had no equal.

Furthermore… he had noticed that during this advancement, the color of the Qi radiating from Xin’er was gold.

He had never seen such a color before. The “Qi” emitted by a martial artist at the Guizhen stage should be blue; his own was blue.

Gold—it was something he had never heard of, nor ever seen.

“Xin’er,” Baishu called out softly.

The girl in his arms merely let out a faint, sleepy murmur. Her voice was soft, laced with a thick, languid nasal tone, and she did not open her eyes.

Baishu frowned. This girl… she acted as if even advancing her cultivation was nothing out of the ordinary.

At such a time, he did not dare to wake Jitian Xin forcibly, knowing that for his disciple, even sleep was a form of cultivation.

At times, it even made him feel envious.

He held Jitian Xin close, and with a movement of his feet, he transformed into a stream of light, speeding toward the General’s Manor.

The main branch of the Chen family was situated within the territory of the Yu Kingdom. Although such martial arts families resided within the country, each family operated as an independent entity, with their influence extending for hundreds of miles around their seat.

Thus, they were neither governed by the state nor subordinate to it.

These families carved out their own spheres of influence, occupying their own territories.

However, the main family and the collateral branches were quite different.

The main family focused on cultivating the family’s future heirs and martial artists, while the collateral branches were mostly scattered elsewhere.

“Your sister is dead, so why come to me? She was not a martial artist; it is only natural for someone with a frail constitution to die,” Chen Xianhong said, sipping his tea with measured composure.

Chen Xianhong was the current head of the Chen family—the leader of the martial Chen clan.

As the patriarch of such a prominent family, he naturally took no interest in the trivial matters of collateral branches, especially not for an ordinary, useless woman who had married out.

To a family like theirs, ordinary people without aptitude were nothing more than waste.

Chen Yi spoke urgently, “No, Patriarch, my sister did not die of illness! She was murdered!”

Chen Xianhong’s expression shifted upon hearing this. “What did you say? Murdered?!” His voice carried a sinister undertone.

“Yes! My niece wrote to me saying that my sister was killed by the third young lady who just returned to the Ji family! And this Ji Huaili not only ignored it, but he also had my sister buried in haste! He deceived our Chen family, claiming she died of an illness! This is clearly a slap in the face to our Chen family; they have no regard for us whatsoever!” Chen Yi spoke with overflowing indignation.

Chen Xianhong slammed his hand onto the table, his sharp, formidable pressure instantly surging forth. He roared, “Damnable!”

“If not for this, I would not have come to trouble the Patriarch.” Chen Yi knelt on one knee, tears in his eyes, pleading, “I beg the Patriarch to uphold justice for my sister! Bring the culprit to justice and teach the Ji family a lesson! Regardless of anything else, my sister was still a member of the Chen family!”

Chen Xianhong sneered, “A mere General’s Manor dares to act so insolently before our Chen family! Do they think we are merely for show?!”