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Chapter 239 Siblings' Nighttime Talk Reveals the Truth, Cracked Porcelain Startles a Dream and Reveals Kinship [Part Two]

That night, the Hufeng clan held a celebratory banquet.

The joy of surviving the catastrophe, the restoration of the holy spring, the establishment of a new patriarch, the return of the saintess... all of this is worth celebrating.

The dilapidated Hufeng City has been restored to its former glory by Feng Mingyang and his people.

In the revitalized city of Windcaller, the Windcaller people prepared a grand feast.

In the spacious square, a bonfire blazed, dispelling the darkness and illuminating smiling faces brimming with excitement and hope.

The jade goblet was filled with fragrant spirit wine, and a dazzling array of rare spirit fruits and delicacies were on display.

Around the campfire, the surviving young men and women of the Hufeng tribe danced an ancient blessing dance, the rhythm lively and full of vitality.

Feng Mingyang changed into a brand-new clan chief's robe, held an ancient scepter representing authority, sat in the main seat, and frequently raised his cup to the surroundings.

He thanked every member of his clan who stood firm during the calamity, and every friend who lent a helping hand.

Tang Hao, Bai Jue, and Yan Yumin, in particular, became the focus of the entire banquet.

"Cheers!" Feng Mingyang raised his glass high, his voice booming.

"Cheers!!!" The thunderous response echoed through the night sky.

However, no one saw it.

When Feng Mingyang's gaze fell on Tang Hao, who was speaking softly to Bai Jue and whose profile appeared even more handsome in the firelight.

A complex undercurrent of emotions surged deep within his eyes.

Beneath the joy lies profound torment.

Every time he noticed his sister's gaze as she looked at Tang Hao, a gaze filled with curiosity, affection, and a hint of unconscious dependence, his heart felt as if it were being cut by a dull knife again and again.

She was his sister, the holy maiden of the Hufeng clan.

"If Tang Hao really was...that child, then my nephew, Feng Mingyang, braved mountains of corpses and seas of blood to save me, his uncle, and his mother's life?!"

Is this a cruel twist of fate, or a clear indication of divine justice?

Feng Mingyang gulped down a large mouthful of wine.

The strong liquor, instead of calming his mind, only fueled his tangled thoughts.

He needed the truth, a truth that would free him from the guilt and complex scrutiny he felt when facing Tang Hao.

After the banquet.

As night deepened, the noise gradually subsided.

After making the arrangements, Feng Mingyang watched as Tang Hao and the other two were led to their guest rooms.

"elder brother?"

Feng Mingyue walked a few more steps until the boy's figure was out of sight, then turned around and walked back, the pale yellow jade hairpin in her hair swaying gently with her steps.

"Your knuckles are all white from clenching your fists."

Suddenly snapping back to his senses, Feng Mingyang realized that he was gripping the bronze wine vessel tightly, the cold walls of which had been warmed by his palm.

He took a deep breath of the night wind, which was mixed with the smell of pine smoke and alcohol, and said to his sister in a low voice, "Come with me."

The brother and sister arrived in silence at their childhood home, the courtyard where the clan chief also lived.

After entering the study, Feng Mingyang calmed himself down.

Then he turned around to face his younger sister, who was looking at the furnishings in the room with a hint of reminiscence in her eyes.

Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating the deep sorrow on his face.

"Mingyue".

His voice was low and hoarse, and he spoke with a cautious, tentative tone: "You've suffered."

He took a step closer and looked at his sister's profile, which appeared even more aloof in the moonlight.

“It’s all my fault, brother. I shouldn’t have let you travel around on your own back then. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have suffered such a disaster in Shengjing.”

Feng Mingyue's body trembled almost imperceptibly, and her fingertips curled slightly.

"Brother, you don't need to be like this. It's all in the past. Besides, it was my own carelessness. How can I blame you?"

Although the younger sister tried to conceal her reaction, Feng Mingyang was, after all, a Nascent Soul cultivator and had been paying close attention for a long time.

He naturally saw all of this.

Although his heart ached terribly, he took a deep breath and continued with difficulty, "That fiend from the Hehuan Sect said that after you were captured, you were rescued and disappeared..."

What he was saying was naturally what he had learned from the Nascent Soul elder captured by Bai Jue in Cangyun City.

"For the past eighteen years, I have been completely out of touch with you. I have been looking for you all the time, and I have wondered countless times what you might have gone through."

His voice was hoarse, but Feng Mingyang's expression and tone were full of determination.

"I just want to hear what you have to say. Tell me what really happened back then. No matter how cruel the truth is, I can bear it. I will always be by your side and protect you!"

"elder brother……"

Feng Mingyue trembled again, biting her lower lip involuntarily, her eyes instantly becoming misty.

Those long-buried painful memories were instantly ripped open.

She remained silent for a very long time, so long that the air seemed to freeze.

Finally, she raised her head, her eyes no longer filled with tears, but with cold hatred and deep pain.

"that person……"

Her voice was like the grinding of ice, and she said through gritted teeth, "It's true, at least the first part is true."

“I was indeed ambushed and captured by him, but… I was rescued? Heh…” Now that she had decided to speak, Feng Mingyue no longer hid anything.

“After that person captured me, he handed me over to… another person, someone… hidden in the deeper darkness.” Her tone was chilling. “The Hehuan Sect is nothing more than a knife in the open.”

"Who?!"

Feng Mingyang's pupils contracted sharply, and his fists clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white.

After such a long investigation, plus the trip to Rongguo Mansion, and the information shared by Tang Hao in his dream.

He had basically determined the identity of the person behind the scenes—Duke Rong, Tang Ling.

However, making inferences based on clues is one thing, and the parties' statements are another, so Feng Mingyang did not interfere.

"I don't know his real identity either."

Feng Mingyue shook her head, a hint of confusion and resentment flashing in her eyes.

"I just felt that he had enormous power. In Shengjing, Dongling Kingdom, he seemed to be able to control everything. He could even... command the evil cultivators of the demonic sects."

She didn't dwell on the other person's identity, but continued, "Once I was in that person's hands, he locked me in a... a very, very deep underground cell... where I never saw the light of day."

"He...in order to achieve some terrible purpose...forced...forced me to drink a...very strange blood-red liquid..." Her voice trembled noticeably, choked with humiliation.

Feng Mingyang's heart clenched, and a chill crept up his spine.

“That person…that person was called…” Feng Mingyue closed her eyes.

It was as if he had used all his strength to utter those words that sounded like a curse: "【Mother and Child River】".

"The legendary 'Mother and Child River'?" Feng Mingyang exclaimed in surprise.

The color drained from his face instantly, and a strong sense of foreboding almost overwhelmed him.

But a sliver of hope, or rather, a fantasy, still lingered in my heart.

He forced himself to remain silent.

"Ah."

Feng Mingyue bit her lower lip hard, a little bit of crimson seeping from her lips.

"At the time... he frantically claimed that drinking it would guarantee a male pregnancy..."

The "Mother-Child River Water" must have been refined; otherwise, it couldn't possibly contain a male fetus and suppress its power. As she said this, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

"The other party went to such great lengths, they must be after the Chenghuang bloodline in me, hoping to improve their own family's bloodline. But then, what does that baby boy... have to do with him?"

Such things are not uncommon in the Northern Region, so she wasn't particularly surprised.

However, this is also what truly puzzled Feng Mingyue, yet also made her somewhat relieved.

Upon hearing this, several images flashed through Feng Mingyang's mind, and many clues connected, leading him to vaguely guess Tang Ling's true purpose. A flash of murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

"Shortly afterward... I... I felt... a faint life force appear within my body..."

Her words were filled with endless humiliation and despair, yet also subtly mixed with inexplicable complex emotions.

"Actually, I wanted to seal myself with my innate supernatural power at the time, but the moment the [Mother and Child River Water] went down into my stomach, I could no longer exert any power."

Feng Mingyue's tone was full of regret for her arrogance, and regret for not decisively activating her innate divine power when she was imprisoned.

Although it was difficult to launch an attack due to the restrictions at the time, and it would have required a huge price to pay, it was still better than the actual outcome.

In the end, all regret turned into a helpless sigh.

"The days that followed were the darkest, most undignified, and most humiliating time of my life, a time when I felt worse than an ant..."

Feng Mingyang was struck as if by lightning; his body trembled violently, and he almost lost his balance.

The worst fears have been confirmed.

Originally, he still held onto a sliver of hope.

Hoping to hear from her younger sister, she realized something was wrong and used her innate supernatural power to seal herself away. Not long ago, during the "Skin Thief" incident, the fetus was lost.

But things didn't turn out as he had hoped!
Seeing his sister's face contorted in pain, Feng Mingyang felt as if his heart was being torn apart.

His voice trembled, dry as sandpaper: "That child...that...child who was forcibly conceived...what happened to him?"

A complex mix of extreme sorrow and maternal glow flashed across Feng Mingyue's face.

Then, his eyes turned icy cold: "About a month after the child was born, that demon reappeared..."

"As soon as he arrived, he snatched my son away without saying a word. I knew that what awaited me next would not be a good ending. Fortunately, I was able to use a little bit of power at that time..."

Before Feng Mingyue could finish speaking, Feng Mingyang already knew the outcome.

Faced with the choice of either death or becoming a tool for procreation again, the younger sister did not hesitate this time and decisively sealed herself with her innate supernatural power.

"After that, my consciousness fell into a daze until I woke up in the blood pool barrier that day."

Taking a deep breath, Feng Mingyue seemed to have used up all her strength to utter the last sentence.

“Brother, that child… although I conceived him in pain and despair, he is still my son and your nephew. You… didn’t…”

As she finished speaking, fear crept into her eyes.

Feng Mingyue harbored no hatred towards the son she was forced to give birth to.

That was her bloodline, completely untainted by the blood of demons.

But... she was terrified that when her brother came looking for her, he might accidentally kill her own son...

Feng Mingyang was taken aback, then instantly realized his sister's worry.

He quickly patted her reassuringly: "Don't worry, your brother didn't kill anyone there, and even the person behind it isn't completely dead yet."

Then, I gave her a general account of what had happened.

His and Tang Hao's plan was to have Tang Ling die quietly during her seclusion.

After all, the other side was protected by the fortune of a nation, so they couldn't just directly eliminate them.

Thinking of Tang Hao, Feng Mingyang couldn't help but sigh.

Since they met, and have gone through related events, their friendship has gradually developed into one that transcends age. Naturally, he knows quite a bit about Tang Hao.

He was exactly seventeen years old.

Born into the Tang family of the Rongguo Mansion in Shengjing, yet she had no blood relation to the Tang family whatsoever.

Having awakened the Chenghuang bloodline, I noticed that her features resembled my sister's, and now that I think about it, she does look quite similar to me.

All the fragments were pieced together by clues to form a cruel truth, and he couldn't believe there could be a more coincidental thing in the world.

After hearing how her brother found her, Feng Mingyue's mind was already filled with a "buzzing" roar, and she couldn't hear the rest of the story at all.

Tang Hao?

is it him?
He... is he my son?
Images of her brief time with Tang Hao kept flashing through her mind.

Feng Mingyue's tears fell like a broken string, unstoppable.

No wonder I felt so close to him, and my heart fluttered uncontrollably; it turns out…

Just as she was lost in thought.

Feng Mingyang suddenly pressed down on her trembling shoulders: "Does the child have any identifiable birthmarks?"

"birthmark?"

Feng Mingyue was stunned for a moment, then shook her head blankly: "I don't know."

"At that time, all my strength was confined, and there was no light in the cell, so how could I see the child's face?" She looked bewildered.

After trying to recall for a moment, she lowered her head helplessly: "That man only delivers pills once a month or so. It was only because he left last time that the baby was born prematurely, otherwise..."

Otherwise, she probably wouldn't even have time to spend with her son, nor would she have had the chance to recover even a trace of her strength to unleash her innate divine power.

Suddenly, Feng Mingyue seemed to have thought of something.

A startling light burst forth from her tear-filled eyes.

"Although there are no birthmarks to identify me,... the child should be able to recognize me..."

Upon hearing this, Feng Mingyang was taken aback.

Before he could ask any further questions, a distant yet familiar melody began to flow from his sister's lips.

He couldn't help but stare blankly for a moment before recognizing the origin of the melody.

That was a lullaby that their mother used to lull them to sleep when they were young.

It was not a melody passed down from the Windcaller clan, but rather one created by their mother.

This melody is known only to their family of four.

“At that time…” Feng Mingyue finished singing and was about to explain the reason.

Outside the study, in the courtyard.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound came from the shadow of the pillars as a porcelain vase fell to the ground.

The brother and sister turned around abruptly and caught a glimpse of a figure rapidly disappearing into the distance.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the darkness.

"That's Tang..."

Feng Mingyue looked somewhat excited and was about to take a step to chase after him.

She had barely moved when her brother reached out and stopped her.

"Let him go. Hearing this news so suddenly, he probably needs some time to process it."

Feng Mingyang offered words of comfort.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

I need to take a break...

(End of this chapter)