"I'm really convinced."

"After traveling for over a month to return home, as soon as I arrive at the door, they immediately raise the stakes, making it seem like I have ulterior motives. This is my home, my home!"

"See this? Jiang Mansion, this is the Jiang Mansion! See the writing on the floor tiles? Huh?"

"I rarely come back, and when I do, my home is gone. And then they call me a scoundrel and want to fight with me. Fine, let's fight, but if you're not up for it, don't play. Why, after losing, would you get desperate and talk about self-destruction?"

"If you want to blow yourselves up, can you not involve me, alright? You might not be afraid of death because you're old, but I am! I'm still young, I've got a limitless future ahead!"

"When the time comes, if you blow yourselves up, the one who gets scolded and punished back at the sect will be me, it'll be me!"

Swearing and mumbling.

Practitioners not only need to cultivate the Dao but also cultivate the mind. Cultivating the mind means four words.

Go with the flow.

Yes, don't suppress your emotions, vent when you're angry, strike when you must, and rant when needed—this is the best way to relieve stress.

"Next, I've dispersed the Spiritual Energy in the Dantian, it can't explode."

Angrily, he tossed the man over.

Fumbling to catch, Lao Shi spat out another mouthful of blood, but he had already regained consciousness, his face still revealing terror. Although he looked miserable outwardly, there was nothing physically wrong inside.

An Xuan immediately cast a glance at the daughter, who had just returned to her Divine Soul, signaling her to quickly come support her fourth uncle, while she herself held the token and slightly bowed, returning it as it was.

She's no fool.

Why would he need to lie when he was completely ahead and even prevented Lao Shi from self-destructing? Furthermore, this thing is a token that only direct disciples of the inner sect can possess; no one can fake it.

If it falls into a thief's hands, the entire sect would attack them altogether, no matter where it ends up, it can be found.

"This Brother...it's Brother Jiang, right?"

"We're truly sorry for our earlier offense; it's just that none of us recognized greatness, and we hope Brother will forgive us."

"My name is An Xuan, I was once a registered disciple under Qingxia Peak, later due to some matters, I came to Long Country's border to guard the gate."

"His name is An Si, my brother, and while he's joined the sect, he hasn't yet registered officially. This is my daughter, An Rou. Our reckless actions today have made you laugh."

Honestly bowing, she handed the token back, even though the young girl didn't understand what had happened, she was still forced by her mother to apologize properly.

This is social hierarchy.

The difference between inner and outer sects may seem like one word, but in reality, it's worlds apart. It's only been three short years since he left home and Jiang Feng's power has skyrocketed beyond measure.

There is no comparison.

In terms of strength, talent, resources enjoyed, and education received, both sides are concepts apart. A disciple breaking through from the inner sect of Purple Cloud Palace is never ordinary.

Standing here now are Jiang Feng and the bowing An Xuan, the perfect examples.

The former boasts an immeasurable number of skills, including physique, power, physical body, Daoist skill, as well as a variety of unparalleled techniques at hand; one-on-one is out of the question, even facing another three equally formidable people wouldn't tire him.

While the latter is ordinary, possessing a fairly decent Magic Treasure and Daoist skill, and that's it. In her hands, the Demolishing Demon Frost Palm is a hidden killer move, yet for a direct disciple like him, it's merely used for probing others, a technique taken in stride.

But Jiang Feng wasn't bothered with An Xuan further, he instead locked eyes directly with the young girl standing uneasy beside her mother. At this moment, An Rou was like a child who had done wrong, nervous and disoriented, as she initially thought of him as a scoundrel with ulterior motives when he entered the other courtyard.

However, he merely squeezed out a smile, asking cheerfully, "Little sister, didn't you say earlier that this property was gifted to you by your mother? That your mother arranged it through connections with Lord County Magistrate, with the land deed in your mother's hand, isn't it?"

"I, I..."

Clearly panicked.

An Rou really hadn't done anything wrong; compared to outsiders, she'd obviously trust her mother. Meanwhile, An Xuan couldn't help but look awkward, not yet ready to speak when the barely alive An Si piped up first.

"Mister, this matter was my doing; I sought out the Lord County Magistrate, hearing from them that this residence was deserted, and with no way to obtain the land deed, I then approached the Yan Family."

"The locals say that decades ago, this was Yan Family's land, so we found a way to... gain some convenience. Of course, we promised to repay the Yan Family if the opportunity arises in the future."

Nearly forcing himself to say these few words.

Saying 'gain convenience' sounds nice, but surely relying on being practitioners, they pressured others to curry favor without outright bullying them, seen as an equivalent exchange but absolutely resembling paying protection fees.

The youth nodded understandingly, indicating him to continue, keenly aware of An Xuan's embarrassment—mostly likely it was her who let this lad handle it.

"At that time, the two alumni stationed in Qingshui County left. Lord Yu Ying said, they were favored by notable figures in the sect, so under Lord Yu Ying's direction, we were stationed here."

"But having just arrived, the predecessors residing in Qingshui County mainly relied on flesh trade, leaving us no choice but for my sister and me to lead the way, living in Ethereal Violet Pavilion daily."

"Yet Miss couldn't; An Rou is still so young, she couldn't stay in such a place, therefore, I devised this strategy. It's not honorable to speak of, so neither my sister nor I have ever mentioned this to her."

"Please, Sir, don't blame the young lady; it was all my idea."

Though his face was weak, his statement was logical.

From his tone, he's ready to shoulder all responsibility himself, Jiang Feng stroked his chin, amused rather than angry, his expression growing stranger the more he listened, somewhat dazed he replied.

"Wait, so you couldn't afford land? Why did you pick my broken house?"

"This... "

Appearing hesitant.

An Xuan, who had remained silent long, suddenly spoke, her face filled with a bitter smile —the contrast from her previous crazed demeanor couldn't be greater. Observing Jiang Feng's baffled expression, she was certain it wasn't a pretense.

The person truly had no idea.

"Brother, could it be you're unaware that your residence is a feng shui treasure? No, it's even considered a cultivation sacred site."

"What?"

Stunned.

I've lived here for over a decade, when did it become a feng shui treasure?

But An Xuan just explained earnestly, "When we arrived, we distinctly sensed the extraordinariness of this region, prompting me to investigate further."

"Ultimately, we discovered a deeply embedded Sword Qi here, conservatively estimated to have been left by an expert above the Virtual Refinement realm, and it remained unchanged for three full years, enduring and lingering."

"Coincidentally, my little girl has insights into Sword Dao, visiting each day to comprehend, hence, I made arrangements for her to move in, with An Si connecting us through relationships..."

Slam!

He slapped his forehead.

Case solved.

Turns out it's my senior sister all along!

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