Chapter Twenty-Two: Fox

  He deliberately chose to drink here and Meng Xuan was originally waiting for the Xiao family to arrive.

  If he had hit Xiao Yufei, it would have been just a temporary dispute between young people, just a small fight. But Qingmu kicked Xiao Qing into the kitchen of the Drunken Moon Building, injuring her face, which was already a big deal. Destroying a woman's face and destroying a man's cultivation are both serious matters, and it's hard to say which one is more severe. Moreover, the Xiao family is a large and influential family in Sicheng City, with a history of several hundred years, far surpassing the Jiang family's humble origins. How could they just sit back and watch their own child suffer such a great loss?

  But Meng Xuan was not afraid at all. After all, Qingmu was passive defense, and even if he killed Xiaoqing, he would be in the right.

  As for Xiao Yufei, that's purely pretending to be too much, and he came to ask for a beating himself.

  With the testimony of Master Chengdeng, the Xiao family cannot turn black and white upside down, after all, this monk is as famous as Master Leng.

  Reasoning is useless with the Xiao family!

  Meng Xuan is very powerful!

  Not to mention Meng Xuan himself, just the power and strength of Qingqiu Ridge are enough for the Xiao family to drink a pot.

  "Bang bang bang bang......"

  A hurried footsteps came from the stairs, after the Xiao family arrived, they went straight up to the Drunken Moon Building, apparently someone had been watching nearby and knew that Meng Xuan had not left, so they drank on this floor.

  Someone came upstairs, and the leader was a middle-aged man with an extraordinary temperament, who was the master of the Xiao family, Xiao Longyin.

  Meng Xuan smiled and drank a cup of wine, ready to entangle with the Xiao family, but unexpectedly, after Xiao Longyun went upstairs, he walked directly towards him, came close, suddenly bowed deeply, and sighed: "The Xiao family's style is not strict, and they are remiss in teaching their children, so that they have no one in their eyes, and they act recklessly on the road, offending Meng Gongzi. Xiao Longyun comes to apologize for his crime..."

  "Hmm..."

  Meng Xuan felt a sense of loss as if he had punched into thin air, never expecting Xiao Long Yin to react this way.

  "This... Senior Xiao is being too polite..."

  Meng Xuan had no choice but to stand up and return the courtesy.

  "Bring it up..."

  Xiao Longyin waved his hand, and his subordinates immediately brought over a large trunk. When they opened it, it was found to be half-filled with precious jewels and half-filled with rare spiritual medicines, all of which were extremely valuable. The contents of this one trunk alone were probably worth no less than ten thousand taels of silver. Even Meng Xuan looked somewhat shocked at the sight, while Master Chengdeng appeared puzzled. Qingmu, however, seemed entirely unimpressed by these treasures and continued to sit on the side eating his snacks.

  "Xiao senior, no need to be so polite?"

  Meng Xuan was speechless.

  Although today's matter was the fault of the Xiao family, he also severely beat up Xiao Yufei, and Qingmu even kicked Xiao Qing into the kitchen with one foot, injuring her face. If the Xiao family really had a sense of justice and magnanimity, they should have just let it go without seeking revenge; why bother to accompany them in their anger?

  "It's not that the Xiao family's child is wrong, I'm Xiao Longyin as the head of the household, how can I be partial?"

  Xiao Longyin accompanied him again and again, but in the end, he glanced at Qingmu once more, waved his sleeves, and actually took people away.

  He went upstairs for no more than a short while, and except for accompanying him, he didn't say anything else, yet it made Meng Xuan somewhat surprised.

  "Unexpectedly, the master of the Xiao family is so understanding and courteous..." Master Qingdeng smiled.

  Meng Xuan sighed and said: "Master, I just want to ask one question, what was the reputation of the Xiao family in the past?"

  Chengdeng Master smiled and said: "Of course many people say that the Xiao family is good... but even more people don't dare to say they're bad!"

  "That's it, so I'd rather he came up and fought a big battle with me without distinguishing between right and wrong..."

  Meng Xuan rubbed Qingmu's small head and sighed: "It's better than getting involved in such mysterious things!"

  But after the master of the Xiao family went downstairs, he took a group of subordinates directly back to the mansion. All the way, he was gloomy and his subordinates didn't dare to speak much. Until they returned to the mansion, the master of the Xiao family ordered someone to lock the gate and took his most loyal butler into the study. Seeing that there was no one around, the butler couldn't help but ask: "Master, is this matter... just going to be left like this?"

  Xiao Longyin coldly smiled and said, "Fei'er was wronged by him to the point of losing all face, from now on she can't hold her head up in Siling City. And Qing'er's face was slashed with seven or eight bloody scars, although she received timely medical treatment, it's still hard to guarantee that there won't be any scarring left behind. Most importantly, at such a young age, she has already gained the reputation of being maliciously jealous, it can be said that in the future, her marriage prospects will be ruined. Do you think I can just let this go?"

  "What does the master mean?" The butler was somewhat perplexed.

  Xiao Longyin said: "How is Qing'er's cultivation?"

  Housekeeper truthfully said: "Second Miss has a great talent, in fact not inferior to the young master. Seven years ago when Xian Chang came, it was just because Miss Qing Er's age was still small and didn't let Xian Chang see her roots. Now seven years have passed, although Second Miss hasn't entered the immortal gate, under the house master's guidance, her cultivation has reached the realm of true energy triple layer, which is rarely seen among people of the same age..."

  "That's it, then what kind of cultivation would someone who can kick Qing'er flying with one foot have?" Xiao Long Yin sneered.

  The housekeeper was taken aback for a moment, and then seemed to understand the master's intention.

  Xiao Longyin let out a long sigh and said, "That little girl is several years younger than Qing'er, yet she can kick Qing'er flying with one foot. She's absolutely not an ordinary child raised by any family. This time I'm going over to take a look at what kind of person she really is. To me, that Meng family child has some abilities, but they're nothing special after all, having been expelled from the immortal sect and having no background. But that little girl is different. If she comes from an ordinary background, then it's fine, but if she has a deep background, doesn't that mean my Xiao family has unnecessarily provoked a powerful enemy?"

  "The housekeeper hastily asked: 'Has the master of the house seen through her origins?'"

  Xiao Longyin coldly smiled and said: "Although she has changed, she still revealed a thread of weakness. An ordinary family's child, at such a young age, how can they have such high cultivation and be so beautiful? Except for the Qingqiu Ridge's den of fox spirits..."

  "Qing Hill Ridge?"

  The housekeeper's face turned serious, and he even looked a bit frightened.

  He was relieved, fortunately he didn't really do anything to that girl, otherwise the Xiao family would be in big trouble.

  The Xiao family may have a strong influence in Siling City, but when it comes to Qingqiu Ridge, no one can guarantee victory.

  "Hmph, catching a fox doesn't require us to take action personally. I'll write a letter, you go deliver it for me!"

  Xiao Longyin sneered coldly, a hint of sinister intent appearing on his face. Compared to Qingqiu Ridge, he was undoubtedly more like a fox at this moment.

  After a casual conversation with Master Chengdeng, Meng Xuan gained some understanding of the Buddhist sect's affairs. However, regarding the matter of joining the Lingxiao Sect, they didn't discuss it further. Master Chengdeng naturally understood that Meng Xuan had his own plans and didn't want to force him, but rather let him make his own choice. When the two parted ways from the Drunken Moon Building, it was already the beginning of the Flower Lamp Festival. Meng Xuan then took Qingmu back to the manor directly.

  "In the Chu realm, there are seven great immortal sects, which one should I go to?"

  Master Chengdeng's words stirred up Meng Xuan's thoughts, and he began to ponder his future path.

  Although he had obtained the Great Dao of Illness, he still needed to find a place in the immortal's gate to settle down. Even if it wasn't for learning skills, it was a path leading to the circle of true cultivators. To put it bluntly, the immortal gates in this world were not as mysterious and divine as ordinary people imagined. In nature, they were like universities in previous lives. Learning skills was one way, but getting a diploma to enter high society was another way.

  However, the Immortal Sect is more protective of its disciples than a university in his previous life. As an Immortal Sect disciple, one also bears more responsibilities than a university student. Therefore, Meng Xuan joining the Immortal Sect is equivalent to finding a backer.

  Otherwise, relying on his small scattered cultivation, after entering the cultivation world, he will probably be eaten by others until not even his bones are left.

  Choosing a mountain to rely on is also particular, and it's not that the bigger the better. Because powerful immortal sects have many outstanding disciples in their doors, after Meng Xuan enters, he may not get attention. Small immortal sects are easier to mix and stand out, and there is another reason, that is, Meng Xuan will want to re-establish the inheritance of Zuowang Peak in the future, small immortal sects are more likely to be negotiated with.

  After some deliberation, Meng Xuan felt that his thoughts were in disarray and he couldn't get a clear head for the time being, so he had to put it off for the moment.

  Just as he was about to start his cultivation, hoping to break through to the eighth level of True Qi in one go, the door suddenly swung open and Qingmu walked in wearing a cotton sleep robe, pouting her small mouth, standing silently in front of Meng Xuan's bed.

  "Hmm? How did you get here?"

  Meng Xuan smiled and asked.

  "I've smelled something I don't like!" said Aoki with a pout on her face.

  Meng Xuan looked puzzled: "What flavor?"

  "Aoki Michi: 'The taste of wolf!'"

  Wolf?

  Meng Xuan furrowed his brow, suddenly thought of something, and instantly threw on his clothes, stood up, held a sword in hand, went out the door, and jumped onto the roof.

  At this time, he also sensed it. Under the moonlight, a fierce killing intent seemed to be hidden, that kind of killing intent was like a substance, scraping against his mind like a steel knife, shrouding the entire Meng manor. Qingmu had also climbed onto the rooftop, pulling on Meng Xuan's sleeve as she gazed into the distance. She still looked timid and weak as usual, but there wasn't a hint of fear in her expression, instead, there was an added chill.

  "You're ruthless enough to invite those wolves from Hei Mu Shan..."