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Chapter 205 The Song Family of Huizhou, Song Hongfang Files a Lawsuit
Meng Xihong paused slightly, turned around, and looked at Zhao Yuanming, as if he had made a decision.

He exhaled softly, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority:
“Yuanming, your practice differs from the mainstream of our sect.”

There are currently vacancies within the sect for masters skilled in spiritual cultivation who can systematically instruct on the path of magical cultivation.

Zhao Yuanming's heart sank slightly. Was he destined to never receive proper guidance?
But Meng Xihong continued, "Since that's the case, then so be it. I'll take the trouble to teach you myself."

Meng Xihong spoke casually, as if he had only decided on a trivial matter.

"Although my main cultivation is body refinement, I also have some experience in cultivation. My late Foundation Establishment cultivation is more than enough to guide you through your current Qi Refining stage."

"Once you have established your foundation, if the opportunity arises, we can then seek out a more suitable master for you."

These words were like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploding in Zhao Yuanming's ears!

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide open, his face filled with disbelief, and he stood frozen in place as if he had been frozen in place.

Master Meng?
The dignified master of the Tianyan Sect, with unfathomable cultivation, a powerful figure whom even his own father treated with utmost respect, actually wanted to personally teach him, a Qi Refining cultivator burdened with a host of troubles.
How can this be?

From Zhao Yuanming's perspective, Meng Xihong was not only willing to accept him, a "scourge" that everyone wanted to avoid, but also willing to take on the terrifying consequences of the Song family of Huizhou and protect him from harm.

Now, not only do they not look down on his low cultivation level, but they are also willing to take time out of their busy schedules to personally teach him!
This kindness, this attention, this goodwill and protection were like a surging warm current, instantly breaking down all the dikes that Zhao Yuanming had built in his heart because of his family's powerlessness, because of provoking powerful enemies, and because of his uncertain future.

He remembered his father's worried and troubled appearance, his hair turned white from exhaustion as he tirelessly worked for him.

He recalled the righteous indignation he felt at the moment he took action and the fear that followed.

I recalled the anxiety I felt before arriving at the Tianyan Sect.
At this moment, all emotions transformed into an uncontrollable bittersweet feeling and a surge of overwhelming emotion, rushing straight to my nose and eyes.

"Zong Zongzong!"

Zhao Yuanming's lips trembled as he tried to say something to express his gratitude, but he found that his throat felt blocked by something, and his voice became choked and distorted.

Tears welled up uncontrollably and slid down his young cheeks.

He initially tried to suppress his emotions, only shedding tears silently, but soon his emotions completely broke down, turning into unrestrained, sobbing weeping, his shoulders trembling slightly, a truly torrent of sobs.

This sudden turn of events caught Meng Xihong, who had been calm and collected, completely off guard.

He stared in disbelief as he looked at the young man who had previously been stubborn and apprehensive, now crying uncontrollably like a child who had suffered a great injustice and finally found someone to rely on.

Meng Xihong: "???"

Meng Xihong subconsciously recalled what he had just said, and it didn't seem like there was anything particularly provocative about it.
Doesn't that mean personally teaching him?

Even though he is the sect leader, teaching a disciple is not such an earth-shattering thing, is it?
Surely she doesn't have to be crying like this?

the other side.

In stark contrast to the misty, somewhat rustic yet vibrant scene at the Tianyan Sect's mountain gate.

The residence of the Song family in Huizhou presented a completely different atmosphere.

High walls and deep courtyards, vermilion gates and green tiles, a continuous array of pavilions and towers, with flying eaves and brackets displaying extreme luxury and ingenuity. The spiritual energy inside the mansion is far richer than outside, clearly indicating that a large-scale spirit-gathering formation has been set up.

The servants came and went in droves, all holding their breath and moving with light steps, not daring to make the slightest noise. Everywhere, there was a profound heritage and strict rules of a family that had been cultivating immortality for hundreds of years.

At this moment, deep within the mansion, in a brightly lit and luxuriously furnished study, the atmosphere was somewhat tense.

Song Chengye, the current head of the Song family, was sitting behind a desk made of the finest sandalwood.

He was about sixty years old, with a lean face and a sharp glint in his eyes. His aura was as deep as the sea, indicating that he had reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage and was only one step away from the Golden Core stage.

He was toying with a warm, lustrous piece of jade in his hand, listening to the report from below, his expression calm and revealing neither joy nor anger.

"boom!"

The tranquility was shattered when the study door was pushed open rather roughly.

A figure burst in, filled with anger and dishevelment. It was Song Hongfang, who had returned defeated from Jiangling County.

At this moment, Song Hongfang had long lost the arrogance he had displayed when he was bullying others in Jiangling. Instead of remorse, he was filled with an extremely sinister and venomous resentment.

His face was ashen, and his once handsome features were slightly distorted with anger. Although his luxurious brocade robe had been cleaned with magic, some wrinkles and barely noticeable traces of dust could still be seen.

Those were marks left when Zhao Yuanming and his men "taught him a lesson" before. Although they did not cause any serious damage, this humiliation was a great disgrace to him!
He didn't even have time to change his clothes. The first thing he did upon returning to the clan was to go straight to his father's study to complain.

"Father!"

"You must stand up for your child!"

With a hoarse voice, filled with barely suppressed anger and grievance, Song Hongfang knelt down on the ground with a thud.

Song Chengye raised his eyelids and glanced indifferently at his eldest son, who was kneeling on the ground in a disheveled state. His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and the spirit jade in his hand stopped spinning.

He didn't speak immediately, but just looked at him quietly. The invisible pressure made Song Hongfang, who was originally furious, catch his breath and involuntarily lower his head.

"What's the matter with such a panic? This is unbecoming."

Song Chengye's voice was steady, revealing no emotion.

"It's the Zhao family of Jiangling! It's that reckless Zhao family brat, Zhao Yuanming!"

As if he had found an outlet, Song Hongfang suddenly raised his head and, speaking very quickly, embellished the story as he recounted it.

According to him, he was merely undergoing normal training, with occasional "minor conflicts," but the Zhao family brat, relying on his local power, acted arrogantly and unreasonably.
Not only did they speak rudely and insult the reputation of the Song family, but they also gathered men to launch a surprise attack on him, causing him to suffer "serious injuries" and lose face!

Song Hongfang deliberately downplayed his misdeeds in Jiangling, shifting all the blame onto Zhao Yuanming and the Zhao family of Jiangling, portraying himself as an innocent victim who had been humiliated.

“Father! The Zhao family knew I was a member of the Song family of Huizhou, yet they still dared to use such despicable methods!”
This is clearly a sign that they don't respect the Song family!
This is a slap in the face to the Song family!

Song Hongfang pounded the ground, his voice fierce: "If we don't severely punish the Zhao family, especially Zhao Yuanming, how will the Song family's prestige remain? Won't any Tom, Dick, or Harry dare to ride roughshod over us in the future!"

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