News from my father

Someone was spying on him; this was Long Chen's first reaction. However, when he released his Divine Sense to envelop the entire Long Residence, he did not find any suspicious people.

But that feeling could not be wrong; it was a murderous intent. Long Chen's keen spiritual intuition was able to capture that mysterious and elusive presence.

Long Chen absolutely trusted his intuition. There were no suspicious people inside the Long Residence, which meant the enemy was spying on the Long Residence from afar.

Seeing that the sky had begun to darken, Long Chen pondered for a moment before placing the Scarlet Flame Snow Wolf, which looked like a small puppy, into the box.

That box had been brought by Lu Fang'er, and it contained enough nutrient liquid to feed the little guy, ensuring it would not starve to death.

He summoned Bao'er to take good care of the little guy, then changed his clothes, left the front gate, and headed straight for the outskirts.

Indeed, Long Chen's intuition was correct. As soon as he left the gate, he felt he was being watched. A cold sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his footsteps did not falter in the slightest.

He knew these people were planning to kill him. If his guess was correct, they were likely planning to sneak into the Long Residence to assassinate him after nightfall.

Long Chen did not want to fight in his own home, so he came out. Sure enough, after traveling more than ten miles, when the surroundings became increasingly desolate and no one was in sight, a sharp whistling sound rang out, and an arrow flew straight toward Long Chen's back.

"Pfft."

By the time Long Chen became alert, it was already too late. He was struck by an arrow, let out a muffled groan, and fell to the side of the road.

Swish, swish, swish!

Over a dozen figures surrounded Long Chen in succession. These people were all dressed in black with masked faces, holding longswords as they encircled Long Chen.

"Hmph, so much for the number one person of the younger generation in Fengming. It turns out he's just a useless coward; it was so easy to succeed," one of the masked men sneered.

"Pfft."

Just as he finished speaking, an arrow was fiercely plunged into his chest. That masked man's eyes widened, and he looked at his own chest in disbelief, feeling his life force rapidly fading away.

"Thud."

The masked man fell to the ground. Before he died, he still didn't understand what had happened or who had killed him.

"Careful!"

The others reacted immediately and hurriedly retreated, looking at Long Chen with horror. They discovered that the arrow that had struck Long Chen's body had already disappeared.

And Long Chen, acting as if nothing had happened, climbed up from the ground and casually brushed the dust off his body.

Long Chen had long been secretly on guard; how could he fall into an ambush so easily? At the very moment the arrow reached his body, Long Chen had grabbed the shaft of the arrow.

He fell down along with the force of the arrow, making everything look very realistic. He did this just to see what kind of background this group of people had.

The arrowhead was not coated in poison, and the sound of the bowstring was too loud. The assassins were definitely not stupid enough to rashly run in front of the enemy before confirming whether the enemy was dead.

"Attack together!"

"Boom!"

Following one person's low roar, the remaining people suddenly erupted with their full Aura. In an instant, their blood energy soared to the sky; surprisingly, every single one of them was a Blood Condensation Realm expert.

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing rang out. Long Chen now had a longsword in his hand—it was the weapon of the dead man in black, which he had hooked up with his foot to block someone's attack.

That person's palm went numb. The power behind Long Chen's sword strike was incredibly great, actually knocking the longsword in his hand flying, causing him to involuntarily lean backward and leave his defenses completely open.

"Pfft."

A cold light flashed, slicing across that person's body. The man was instantly cut in two by the sword, with a rain of blood filling the sky.

Now that Long Chen had condensed eleven Qi cyclones, each cyclone had a diameter reaching a terrifying one zhang. Now, even a casual strike possessed immense power.

After killing a Blood Condensation Realm expert with one sword strike, the pungent smell of blood rushed toward him. The Qi cyclones inside Long Chen's body seemed to be stimulated, and without Long Chen needing to urge them, they actually began to rotate on their own.

Seeing that two of their companions had been killed in the blink of an eye, the dozen or so people were both shocked and furious. At the same time, they let out an angry shout, pointing their longswords directly at Long Chen's vital points.

Long Chen let out a cold snort. The longsword in his hand vibrated, and the Spiritual Qi inside his body circulated, surging into his arm like a tidal wave.

"Boom!"

Long Chen braced his sword against the dozen or so longswords, producing an explosive sound. Waves of air rolled out, and the momentum was terrifying.

However, with the combined strength of the dozen people, Long Chen was forced back several steps. He was fine, but the longsword in his hand could not withstand that terrifying power and shattered, leaving only the hilt.

The dozen or so people were greatly shocked. Long Chen had actually managed to block their combined strike with his own strength. They had to know, among them were three existences at the Blood Condensation Middle Stage.

"Good opportunity, attack together!"

One person roared in a low voice. Although the voice was lowered, it was still indescribably strange.

The dozen or so people did not need a reminder; they also knew this was a good opportunity. Holding their longswords, they charged straight toward the unarmed Long Chen to slash at him.

Long Chen looked at these masked men in black, a trace of mockery appearing at the corner of his mouth as he reached out and lightly brushed his ring.

Suddenly, golden light filled the sky. A massive axe appeared out of thin air. The axe blade, looking like a full moon, carved a sharp arc, tore through the air, and chopped down toward the crowd.

"Pfft."

Blood splattered, severed limbs flew everywhere. The terrifying power slashed a large pit into the ground. Of the original dozen or so people, nine were killed in one blow, and now only three remained.

That was only because those three people had attacked a bit later. Suddenly seeing the giant axe appear in Long Chen's hand, they had instinctively slowed their movements, thus escaping the disaster.

However, although they had escaped, the others were not so lucky. The longswords in their hands were no different from toys in front of that giant axe, which was as big as a tabletop; they were all chopped into several pieces, which was extremely tragic.

Too awesome! After the strike, Long Chen's eyes were full of excitement. This was the tyranny of heavy weapons; brute force overcomes ten techniques, an absolute crushing victory.

However, one downside was that for Long Chen to use the giant axe, he had to hold the handle with both hands because the handle was too thick to hold with one hand. Furthermore, the strength of one of his hands was not enough to wield the battle axe.

Although the power of this axe strike was great, Long Chen's arms felt sore and numb because he had exerted too much force.

"Next, I'll send you all to Hell together."

Long Chen let out a low shout and slowly raised the giant axe in his hands. The remaining three people only then reacted, turned tail and ran, disappearing from the spot in a few leaps.

Watching the direction they left in, Long Chen sighed helplessly and sat down on the axe, having absolutely no intention of chasing after them.

It wasn't that he didn't want to chase them, but even if he did, he couldn't do anything. Because he had underestimated the weight of the Mountain-Splitting Battle Axe and used the wrong amount of force, his arms had nearly dislocated. Raising the giant axe at the end was just to scare them; if they hadn't run, Long Chen would have had to run himself.

After swinging his arms for a while, Long Chen's arms finally recovered. Suddenly, he said toward a clump of bushes nearby: "Your Excellency, you have been watching for so long, you should come out and say a few words, right?"

That clump of bushes was silent. Long Chen smiled slightly, and suddenly a red Medicinal Pill appeared in his hand. With a flick of his finger, the red Medicinal Pill landed in the bushes.

"Bang!"

After the pill entered the bushes, it suddenly burst open. At the same time, countless red smoke instantly spread out, covering a range of a hundred zhang in an instant; the speed was astonishing.

That was a poison pill. An Alchemist's pills could not only save lives but also take them. Long Chen had kept this poison pill for a long time. Last time at the Juying Pavilion, if the First Prince hadn't appeared and stopped Huang Shang's attack, he would have used it.

This was a life-saving pill, but now that he had better Medicinal Pills, this pill was no longer useful.

"Whoosh!"

A figure hurriedly dashed out from the bushes and ran straight into the distance.

"I advise you best not to run. Otherwise, within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the poison gas will attack your heart, and you will undoubtedly die," Long Chen said calmly.

That figure suddenly stopped. Perhaps he was considering whether Long Chen was scaring him, but in the end, he chose to stay.

"Your Highness's methods are admirable."

The person walked over slowly and bowed. He looked to be twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, rather thin, with a very ordinary face—the kind that would be hard to find if thrown into a crowd.

"Who are you?" Long Chen looked at the person who had arrived and asked.

"Reporting to the Young Lord, this subordinate is Chen Fei. I was sent by the Marquis to secretly protect the Madam and the Young Lord," Chen Fei said.

"My father? Do you have any proof?" Long Chen was both shocked and happy, but he needed to verify it.

Hearing this, the man took something out from his bosom and handed it to Long Chen, saying, "This is the token. Shamefully, I believe the Young Lord will surely recognize this item."

Long Chen took that item in his hand, and his nose felt slightly sore. It was a bamboo sword; this was the first gift his father had given him since he was old enough to understand things.

He was only a little over two years old at the time. He had been so excited that he waved it around, as if he had become an peerless expert.

At that time, his father would accompany him every day, watching him slash around, occasionally encouraging him, while his mother would giggle from the side.

The warm days of the family of three back then felt like they were just yesterday. He seemed to see his father's strict yet doting eyes again.

Back then, a child was just a child. A toy couldn't stay fresh for long. Later, he became obsessed with real blades and spears, and gradually, he didn't know where this bamboo sword had been lost.

Now, looking at this bamboo sword, especially seeing how smooth and glossy it was, those were clearly traces caused by being touched thousands and thousands of times.

"The Marquis has missed the Young Lord and the Madam very much all these years, but due to unavoidable reasons, he could not reunite with the Madam and the Young Lord.

However, if the Marquis knew that the Young Lord had grown to this current level, he would surely be very gratified," Chen Fei said.

Long Chen gently put the bamboo sword away. For him, this news about his father made him even more excited than achieving a Breakthrough in his Realm.

For so many years, there had been no news from his father. He had even suspected whether his father didn't want them, mother and son, anymore. To say he had absolutely no resentment in his heart would be impossible.

Hearing Chen Fei's words today, the knot that had been suppressed in Long Chen's heart for so long finally opened. At the same time, he felt a bit ashamed; it seemed his trust in his father was far inferior to his mother's.

"Come home with me; I have some things I want to discuss with you in detail," Long Chen said. He now understood many things; although not everything, he felt he had the ability to change the future direction of things.

"Young Lord, you trust me just like that?" Chen Fei was stunned and asked.

"Of course I trust you, because if you had lied just now, you would already be a corpse by now," Long Chen's calm words were filled with confidence.