CHAPTER 463: CHAPTER 284: REGARDING LIN MEIMEI’S BACKGROUND (2)

The twisting story continues.

Jiang Feng never imagined that he could be so restless for several days straight, nor did he expect that the little girl he picked up out of a moment of compassion would have such a mysterious lineage.

From the first meeting, he knew Lin Jiangxian definitely wasn’t simple. As the saying goes, dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes, and a rat’s offspring will dig holes. This saying is very fitting in the Cultivation World.

Only those cultivators who are strong enough have the right to give birth to gifted children. Lin Jiangxian’s rapid advancement in cultivation, extraordinary talent, and photographic memory alone could prove her extraordinary origin.

At that time, he had guessed about the girl’s background, but Jiang Feng never knew the details of her family. He only knew that the child’s family suffered because of her photographic memory.

After arriving at Swordmaster Peak, Jiang Feng never asked much about her family’s details. After all, every family has its own troubles, and what’s more, Lin Jiangxian was very sensible and never inquired about his secrets.

Later, near an inconspicuous back hill at Swordmaster Peak, Jiang Feng saw the empty graves Lin had set up for her family, and though he wasn’t exactly gifted with a photographic memory, he remembered the surnames Lin and Meng.

The last words from Jin Yuan essentially confirmed for him that the other party wasn’t lying, because the names and generations were so precisely linked to a certain elder’s generation of disciples. You couldn’t just make that up on the spot.

The four walked through the city, and many people talked about Jiang Feng, who was walking in front, with many envious glances following them because there were three stunning beauties behind him.

Some even recognized that the women with Jiang Feng today were completely different from the one with him the day before, causing countless stares to pierce him, almost as if they wanted to see through him.

But the only pity was that after seeing the longsword on Jiang Feng’s back and his obvious cultivator attire, at most people only dared to murmur behind his back, and no one dared to provoke him directly.

The youngest sister behind was cheerfully and actively chatting with the two older sisters, occasionally lowering her voice to say something quiet. Those envious and jealous gazes amused her even more.

It was clear that the three sisters had completely different personalities. The eldest sister was dignified and generous, the second sister cold as ice, and the youngest was playful and lively like a child.

"Elder sister, look, that little guy is actually so calm. If it were an ordinary person, they’d probably be sweating bullets by now."

"That’s what happens when you’re thick-skinned."

Ying Ling casually remarked. She had argued with Jiang Feng for half an hour; she wasn’t keen on dealing with people from the Purple Cloud Palace. The reason for approaching him was simply that it suited her purpose.

"You can’t say that like that. Having a storm within while maintaining a calm facade—ignoring others’ gazes to maintain oneself—such a mindset is excellent material for cultivation, whether it be Taoist, Buddhist, or even Demon Cultivation, so it’s no wonder he has such strength at a young age..."

Turning a deaf ear.

He walked ahead with his head held high, looking for a quiet teahouse. Once they temporarily reached a consensus, the four didn’t linger in the wilderness but chose to come to Dongliang City.

It’s better to clear things up in the city. Even if they couldn’t agree, at least no one would dare make a move. Besides, he was truly a bit afraid of Jin Yuan, the eldest sister; just her illusion skill was enough to keep her undefeated.

With a long sleeve draped over his left shoulder to cover a bright red scar, after a night, the color on his arm and face had begun to fade, but it would certainly still have effects. Ignoring the astonished gazes of others, he walked while putting on a clean outfit.

Covering all the exposed wounds, he might have paid attention to his image on regular days, but now his focus was entirely on his junior sister, continuously guessing the connection between them, including the purpose the three sisters had for seeking him.

As for what was so special about him, it was just the so-called prestige of being a direct disciple of the Sword Immortal, but how could such a title help them?

He was indifferent to the envious glances, having been as thick-skinned as a city wall. Back then, he could even cause a scene rolling in the street with Lu Luo, accusing each other with "Whose child did you ruin?" level of absurdity.

But this scene seemed all too familiar, not only did he face it every day in the sect, but even outside the sect, nothing had changed. The only thing making him somewhat helpless.

Perhaps it was what Cen Yueyue said before they parted.

"Can’t really blame me, Yue Yue. They came to me on their own, I had no choice, really didn’t flirt with them, sigh."

He sighed.

Soon, Jiang Feng found a rather good place and slipped inside as soon as he turned his head.

"Please, come in. Though it’s not very elegant, it’s at least a quiet place. My appearance must truly be ungracious to you, ladies."

He courteously cupped his hands.

The dark circles under his eyes indicated that someone hadn’t rested properly for two days; he would remove anything that might threaten his junior sister, but he would lower his stance for anything that could help her.

"You’re too kind, sir. Seeing what you look like, perhaps you’ve been busy day and night for the past few days. I really shouldn’t have let my sisters test your patience; I hope you’ll forgive us."

A peculiar way of speaking.

Even Jiang Feng, an experienced cultivator, was momentarily dazed, but he quickly realized that the three before him were female cultivators from the Joyful Sect. He cleared his throat and poured the tea himself.

"Please, ladies, take your time to explain what you need me to help with concerning Miss Lin. If indeed you need my intervention, I won’t stand by idly."

"Earlier, you mentioned Lin Jiangxian is related to your Joyful Sect’s lineage, but that girl didn’t come from the east of the continent but walked from the north for years to the foot of Purple Cloud Palace."

"I humbly ask for your guidance."

He wasn’t interested in engaging in verbal spars, instead gestured for them to go ahead, but it was the youngest, Tong Xin, who rested her chin on her hand and slightly parted her rosy lips.

"Senior Sister Meng married into the Xuanyin Sect, you know."

He was shocked internally.

The answer was indeed surprising, and Jin Yuan naturally picked up the conversation, taking a sip of tea and then speaking softly: "Yes, Senior Sister Meng was originally the Four Elders’ specially trained grand-disciple and the Hall Master’s disciple."

"Remarkable background, extraordinary talent. The only pity was that before she fully matured, she was ambushed and severely wounded, and although later healed, she was left with lasting maladies, making cultivation impossible."

"By a twist of fate, she met an outer sect disciple from the Xuanyin Sect; though I haven’t met him, that person."

Unexpectedly

Even Jin Yuan couldn’t help but extend a hand to gently pat her full chest, thankful that she spoke quickly, or else they might not have avoided a fierce confrontation today.