Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

Chapter 114 The Feng Family Searches for Relatives, Yun Yin Protects His Child

Sure enough, Su Wan said, "They're not looking for the Cloud Hidden Sect, they're looking for you, Little Deer."

"Looking for me?!" Feng Xiaolu pointed at her nose, her eyes wide, feigning madness. "Why are you looking for me? I don't even know them! Senior Sister, are you mistaken? Or... is it another Feng family with the same surname?"

Su Wan gently shook her head, her tone certain: "There's no mistake. They mentioned your name directly." She paused, looking at Feng Xiaolu's face, which had turned pale instantly, and continued, "They claim that you are a descendant of their family who was separated from the family twenty years ago for some reason. Now, it seems there have been changes within the family, and they hope to find you and bring you back."

The courtyard fell silent for a moment.

Feng Xiaolu suddenly stood up, the movement so forceful it almost knocked over the stone bench. She shook her head violently, her voice agitated: "Impossible! What bloodline? What family? I was picked up by my master! I am Feng Xiaolu of the Cloud Hidden Sect! What do I have to do with them?!"

She was like a young animal whose territory had been invaded, carrying a mixture of panic, anger, and resistance.

"Senior Sister..." Feng Xiaolu's eyes were slightly red, her voice filled with grievance and lingering fear, "I don't want to go back! I'm not going anywhere! This is my home!"

Chen Anran also stood up and walked to Feng Xiaolu's side, saying in a deep voice, "Third Senior Sister, no one can force you to leave the Cloud Hidden Sect." His gaze turned to Su Wan, "Eldest Senior Sister, what else did they specifically say? How do they intend to 'find' Third Senior Sister and bring her back?"

Su Wan gently patted Feng Xiaolu's hand, gesturing for her to sit down first. Then, she looked at Chen Anran and Wei Qingyi, who also looked worried, and slowly said, "The other party contacted us online. Their words were quite polite. They only said they hoped to reunite with Xiaolu and mentioned that the family was in need of manpower at the moment. They believed that the return of a bloodline that had been separated from the family would be a 'perfect' outcome for both the family and Xiaolu herself. They also said that they would send someone to pick up Xiaolu soon."

Feng Xiaolu gripped Su Wan's arm tightly. "Senior Sister, just tell them I... I'm dead! Or that I don't even want to acknowledge them!"

Su Wan grasped Feng Xiaolu's cold fingers and gently patted them. "Xiaolu, calm down. Yunyin Sect is naturally your home, and that will never change. I didn't promise them anything; I just informed them that Xiaolu is now a disciple of Yunyin Sect, and her decision to stay or leave is up to her."

Wei Qingyi stepped forward, put her arm around Feng Xiaolu's shoulder, and said softly, "Xiaolu, don't be afraid. Senior Sister is right, this is your home, and we are all your family. No one can take you away from home without your permission."

Chen Anran frowned and pondered, "Senior Sister, they only said 'they'll send someone to pick us up soon,' did they have a more specific time, or... how they'll pick us up?"

A reclusive family—that sounds like a difficult group to deal with; Zhang Nanshan's previous warnings were still ringing in his ears. Was their so-called "reception" a polite invitation, or... a forced takeover?

Su Wan shook her head: "They were vague and only said this much before stopping. I tried to ask again, but they were already offline."

Afterwards, Feng Xiaolu's emotions gradually calmed down under the comforting words of Su Wan and Wei Qingyi, but her usually bright and lively eyes were now clouded with unease. She sat down close to Su Wan, as if only in this way could she draw enough sense of security.

"What if they... what if they really come?" Feng Xiaolu's voice was low, tinged with a hint of fear of the unknown.

Chen Anran's gaze was calm. He walked to Feng Xiaolu, squatted down, looked her in the eye, and said firmly, "Third Senior Sister, Yunyin Sect is your home, and we are your family. No one can take you away from home unless you want to. If they want to reason with us, we will reason with them; if they want to use force..."

He paused, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes, "Although the Cloud Hidden Sect is small, it is not one to be easily manipulated."

Su Wan nodded slightly, affirming Chen Anran's words: "Anran is right. Xiaolu, you don't need to worry too much. I will continue to communicate with them to find out their true intentions. Before the situation is clear, try not to leave the mountain gate alone."

"Hmm!" Feng Xiaolu nodded vigorously, then scratched her hair in distress. "But how did they find me?"

Wei Qingyi pondered, "Hidden families have their own intelligence networks. Perhaps they've noticed Xiao Lu for a while, but only decided to make contact now."

Little Ling'er, who had been listening quietly, didn't quite understand what was happening, but sensing the heavy atmosphere, she reached out her little hand and tugged at Feng Xiaolu's sleeve, saying in her childish voice, "Third Uncle, don't be afraid, Little Ling'er will protect you! And Master, Junior Uncle, Second Uncle, we're all here!"

The childlike words dispelled some of the tension, and Feng Xiaolu felt a warmth in her heart. She hugged Xiaoling'er and nuzzled her cheek, saying, "Yes! With Third Uncle's Xiaoling'er here, Third Uncle isn't afraid of anything!"

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At the same moment, in Chongqing, deep beneath that ancient tomb, in the slumbering place of that mysterious ancient cultivator.

At this moment, Zhang Nanshan, dressed in a purple Taoist robe, sat cross-legged in front of the ancient cultivator with an upright demeanor.

"You were already awake when they came last time, weren't you?"

Zhang Nanshan's voice echoed in the silent stone chamber. His gaze was piercing, fixed on the seemingly ageless old man on the stone platform.

Time seemed to stand still for a few breaths.

Finally, the old man on the stone platform, dressed in black ancient brocade robes, twitched his eyelids very slightly, and then his eyes, which had been closed for countless years, slowly opened.

His eyes did not have the turbidity of an ordinary old man, but rather a deep, unfathomable sense of vicissitude, as if they contained the turning of stars and the changes of time.

"The young celestial master of Longhu Mountain... his spiritual senses are still so sharp." The old man's voice was dry and hoarse, like two pieces of withered wood rubbing against each other.

"You flatter me, senior. Your aura is perfectly integrated with this ancient tomb and even the outer battlefield of withered bones, indicating an age far exceeding a hundred years. Last time, my two young friends mistakenly entered this place, and when the stone gate opened and closed, a slight leakage of aura occurred, which I sensed. I have come here specifically to verify this matter."

"Seeking confirmation... Heh, you already have the answer in your heart, why bother asking me again?" The patriarch of the Feng family said slowly, each word seemingly consuming his last remaining life force. "That's right, I am Feng Wuji, the thirty-seventh generation patriarch of the reclusive Feng family."

He paused, seemingly gathering his strength, and the light of the spirit-gathering runes on the stone platform that kept him asleep flickered slightly, becoming even dimmer.

"In this degenerate age... the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is depleted, and the Great Dao is obscured... To continue my family's legacy, I forced my way into an ancient forbidden land, hoping to find a glimmer of hope... But alas... the forbidden land backfired, injuring my Great Dao... It's a miracle I've survived this long." Feng Wuji's voice was broken, carrying the sorrow of a hero's end. "This Spirit Gathering and Soul Sealing Array kept me alive until my last breath, allowing me to witness the revival of spiritual energy... But alas, it's too late... My essence is exhausted, my soul and spirit are damaged, and spiritual energy cannot salvage this..."