"Me?"
Zhang Xuan stared blankly for a moment before smiling bitterly, "How is that possible!"
He had already tested and found that there was no Zhang family blood in his body, which meant that he was not a member of the Zhang family at all.
Besides, if he really was a genius from the Zhang family, why didn't anyone come to him?
He had pummeled Zhang Chun, Zhang Feng, and the others, but no one noticed anything amiss?
Not to mention, the other party was born a Saint. His cultivation was so low that there was no way he could compare to him at all!
But … so what if he was talented?
Anyone who dared to compete with him for Ruo Xi would definitely be beaten to a pulp!
"I don't think that's possible either, but there's indeed some resemblance between the two of them. Of course, it's also possible that it's been too long, so I can't really remember it …" Jian Qinsheng chuckled softly as he shook his head.
A young prodigy with such talent would definitely receive the strictest protection and nurturing. How could they allow him to wander outside and become an independent cultivator?
Unless the Zhang family had been kicked in the head by a donkey, it was impossible.
While Jian Qinsheng was chatting with Jian Qinsheng on the back of the Saint Beast, a figure suddenly flew over and landed right outside the entrance of the Zhang family.
"Hu Yiwei, Yang Shi's subordinate, requests an audience with the head of the Zhang family!"
The young man clasped his fist and handed over the name card.
It was none other than the subordinate of Yang shi who had competed with Sun Qiang, the Left Emissary of the Poison Temple, Hu Yiwei.
At this moment, he did not know how long he had been flying continuously. His entire body was somewhat exhausted, and his aura was somewhat unstable.
After leaving the Sanctum of Sages, Zhang Xuan did not head to look for Yang shi. Instead, he headed to the Zhang family. Thinking about it, he had been flying in the sky for nearly a month now.
"Hold on!"
The gatekeeper didn't dare to tarry and hurriedly retreated. Not long after, he came out again. "Senior, this way please!"
"Yes!"
Following behind Zhang Xuan, they entered the courtyard, and soon, they arrived at a spacious room.
In the room, a middle-aged man was sitting on the main seat with a tired look on his face. When he saw Hu Feng walking over, he stretched out his hand and said, "Brother Hu, it's been a while. Please take a seat!"
"Greetings, Sword Saint!"
Not daring to sit down, Hu Yiwei clasped his fist and bowed deeply.
He might be a Nine Stars poison master, and his cultivation was ridiculously high as well, but before the other party, he dared not to act haughtily.
Putting aside the other party's swordsmanship, just the other party's strength was already something that he was no match for.
"You're welcome!"
The middle-aged man waved his hand.
"I'm here to ask about the whereabouts of our master. He left me half a year ago and said that he would come to the Zhang family. Is he here?"
Hu Yiwei looked up at him.
"Yang shi is indeed here, but he's currently in seclusion, so I'm unable to contact him …"
The middle-aged man said.
"Seclusion?"
Realizing what was going on, a look of anxiety surfaced on Hu Yiwei's face. It seemed like there was something that he wanted to say, but he didn't know whether he should or not.
"What's wrong? Feel free to speak your mind … "
Seeing through his thoughts, the middle-aged man asked with a frown.
"It's like this … I found a genius in his twenties. His body … seems to have the Innate Fetal Poison that I once planted in him!"
Hu Yiwei paused for a moment before gritting his teeth.
"You poisoned him?"
The middle-aged man abruptly stood up, his body trembling in disbelief. "Are you sure?"
"Even though it's been many years since I poisoned it, and it's been worn down to a very weak state, I can still recognize it easily. There's no way I'm mistaken!"
Hu Yiwei nodded.
"What's his name? Where is he? "
The middle-aged man asked agitatedly. Losing the composure he had previously, even his voice sounded a little anxious.
"His name is Zhang Xuan, and he's currently in the Sanctum of Sages …"
Hu Yiwei replied.
"Zhang Xuan? His name isn't right, but his surname is Zhang … "
The middle-aged man frowned as he thought of something. "It must be him … It's definitely him! Hurry up and invite him over. Tell him that I want to meet … "
However, before he could finish his words, he suddenly paused and said, "There's no need for that. I'll head over personally!"
After saying those words, he walked up from his seat, took out a Communication Jade Token, and sent a telepathic message over. Not too long later, a middle-aged lady flew over.
Even though she was no longer young, it was apparent from her appearance and figure that she had been a beauty in her younger days. Her beauty was on par with that of Hu Yaoyao and the others.
This was especially so for the aura that she exuded. It felt like an unsheathed sword, ready to pierce through space at any moment.
Sword Saint Meng, Wang Mengya.
"You have news of him? But is it true? "
Sword Saint Meng's eyes reddened as she looked at Hu Yiwei worriedly. She was afraid that her hopes would be dashed once more.
"Brother Hu said that he met a genius in his twenties in the Sanctum of Sages, and he was afflicted with the Fetal Poison!"
The middle-aged man pointed to the poison master before him.
Sword Saint Meng hurriedly turned to look at Hu Yiwei.
"… Replying to Madam, what this humble one has said is absolutely true. I would never dare to deceive you!"
Hu Yiwei hurriedly bowed deeply as he recounted everything that he had said previously.
"It must be him!"
Sword Saint Meng's body trembled as tears welled up in her eyes. She hurriedly turned to her husband and asked, "I'm heading to the Sanctum of Sages. Are you coming with me?"
"Of course!"
The middle-aged man nodded.
"The Clan Assembly is about to begin, and you aren't there. Aren't you afraid that the old ancestor will be angered?"
Sword Saint Meng asked.
"We have already done enough for the clan. After so many years of searching, we finally have news of his whereabouts. If anyone dares to stop me from heading over, they'll be making an enemy out of me!"
The middle-aged man waved his hand grandly as a powerful aura burst forth from him.
This was especially so for his Sword Intent, which felt as if it would soar into the heavens at any moment.
"Indeed. We have already done enough for the clan … It has been so many years, and I wonder if he's been doing well. Is he starving?"
Sword Saint Meng said as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Let's go!"
Seeing his wife crying, the middle-aged man waved his hand grandly.
Hong long!
With a resounding rumble, a saint beast appeared before them. The middle-aged man leaped onto the back of the saint beast, and Sword Saint Meng quickly followed suit.
"Brother Hu, I hope that you won't tell anyone about what you said earlier. Also, I hope that you can keep our whereabouts a secret as well!"
Standing on the back of the saint beast, the middle-aged man clasped his fist.
"Rest assured, Sword Saint Meng. I won't divulge a single word about this matter to anyone!"
Hu Yiwei hurriedly nodded.
He knew that if he dared to divulge anything about this matter, he would surely be killed on the spot. Thus, he immediately agreed to the middle-aged man's request without any hesitation.
"That's good. If the person you spoke of is really the person we are looking for, we'll be sure to express our gratitude to him when we return."
The middle-aged man gestured for a moment before continuing. "Also, Yang shi is currently cultivating in the Zhang clan, so there's no need for you to worry about him. Just stay here and rest assured. I've already sent a message to you, and I'll be sure to look for you as soon as I'm out of seclusion!"
"Thank you, Sword Saint Meng!"
Hu Yiwei clasped his fist.
"Un."
The middle-aged man nodded before tapping his foot lightly.
Hu la!
The saint beast beneath him immediately soared into the sky, heading in the direction of the Sanctum of Sages.
Not too long later, they saw a saint beast heading right for them.
"It's Jian Qinsheng's Cloudlight Saint Beast!"
Recognizing the saint beast, the middle-aged man frowned.
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