The Xuanling Sect was situated on the tallest mountain peak in the west of the mainland. The pure white snow formed a long and distant mountain peak, and there were no birds in sight thousands of meters above the ground. The cold fog was dense, and the dazzling golden sunlight shone through the spotless blue sky, shining down the blazing rays of light.

But as soon as they stepped into the territory of the Xuanling Sect, the scenery around them changed instantly.

A picture of birds and flowers slowly unfolded in front of everyone. Green pines and cypresses were lush, and in the depths of the forest, there was a magnificent hall made of marble. Clouds and mist lingered, and there was a bright sword light piercing through the clouds. There were mountains and rivers, and there was a melodious Buddhist bell.

A few hours ago, standing in the training field of Hsu's Knife Yard, Xie Heng was secretly envious of Xu Waner's reunion with his family.

But only half a day later, he stood in front of the main hall of the Xuanling Sect. A middle-aged man rushed out of the door and hugged him. The man held Xie Heng's face with his slightly calloused fingers. His fingertips trembled, and tears gradually appeared in his weathered eyes.

"It's my child!" He was so excited that his saliva flew everywhere, and his lips trembled. "He looks like me, he really looks like me!"

Xie Heng's heart was also very excited, but the youth still had a sense of vigilance in his heart — until the black-clothed youth took out the Spirit Pearl that was used to test the bloodline. The Spirit Pearl that had been stained with the blood of the two people began to circulate with a halo, and two slender lines separated and entered the space between the eyebrows of the two people.

That was it.

Xie Heng was stunned.

The boundless snow and the bright sun were all overshadowed in an instant. "So Xie Yushen is not my biological father." This thought clearly appeared in his mind, and the heart-wrenching pain of being disemboweled in the dark hall was also quietly covered with a thin veil. Xie Heng's heart silently lightened.

When he was in the Xie family, Xie Hengyi didn't understand what he had done wrong. Why did his parents dislike him so much?

He cultivated with all his might and showed extraordinary talent since he was a child. He took all the praise. When he turned around excitedly and expectantly, he could only see Xie Yushen's gloomy and cold face.

Wasn't he disappointed?

That's impossible.

However, after being disappointed day after day, the young man had already learned not to expect anything from his family. As long as he didn't ask for anything, it didn't matter if he didn't like them. At least he could make do with his life.

Then, Xie Yushen and Wang Yun stabbed him in the heart, letting Xie Heng know that some people were far more vicious than he could imagine.

At this moment, everything had taken a turn for the better.

Starlight floated within the Profound Bead that was emitting a bright light. The light of Yingbai's fine thread was weak, but it could not be ignored. It clearly proved that he had a blood connection with the middle-aged man in front of him.

The black-clothed young man smiled with relief and said with emotion, "We've finally found it. It's been almost twenty years, right?

Finding a son is harder than picking up pearls in the vast ocean. "

"Martial Uncle, you can be at ease this time. You don't have to make us do hard labor anymore.

Hey, Xiao Bai, say something — don't you know how to draw?

Take a good look at this scene, especially Martial Uncle's tearful expression. Later, let's draw a 'The First Meeting of Father and Son' and frame it for Little Martial Uncle. How about that? "

"… Pei Yunyin, if you want to die, don't pull me."

The whispers of the people next to him pierced through the fog and quietly entered Xie Heng's ears.

It was as bright as the sun, dispelling the traces of coldness that had been hidden deep in his heart for a long time.

His stiff legs finally moved. The youth walked forward a few steps and hugged the middle-aged man who was crying tears of joy. He closed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth quietly rose.

… …

The touching reunion of father and son continued until evening. The middle-aged man took Xie Heng to every corner of the Xuanling Sect, from the cultivation field to the library to the spirit beast garden. He introduced everything to the youth in detail.

The gatekeepers of all places bowed to Xie Heng. In the youth's slightly dazed eyes, they imprinted a trace of Xie Heng's aura in the core of the formation.

From this day onwards, all cultivation fields would be opened to Xie Heng.

Along the way, middle-aged and old cultivators constantly came after hearing the news. They pulled Xie Hengyi to look at him and lovingly touched the youth's head. They sighed with emotion and relief, "You really look like him, you really look like him." Then, they stuffed a storage ring into his hand.

The ring was full of gifts, from spirit stones, mental cultivation methods, swords and armors, exquisite sword moves, elixirs and strange objects. Everything was there.

Xie family was rich and famous in the area. However, at this moment, looking at the large number of precious elixirs in the ring, Xie Heng couldn't help but be secretly speechless — he couldn't even remember the names of many of them.

This genius of an aristocratic family finally understood what it meant to say that there was always someone better than him.

The Xuanling Sect was obviously not a low-level sect that he couldn't remember the name of, but a top hidden sect that was above the mortal world. Even the Xie family couldn't come into contact with it.

On the other hand, he, Xie Heng, transformed from an abandoned son whose cultivation was crippled and expelled from the clan to a Little Junior Brother that everyone in Xuanling Sect adored in the palm of their hands in a single day.

His biological father, Xie Tianwang, was the youngest martial uncle of the Xuanling Sect. He was a ninth-level expert and had an illustrious position in the sect.

However, when he was chased by his enemies in his early years, he was separated from his pregnant wife.

For more than ten years, Xie Tianwang had been frantically searching for traces of his wife, ignoring the affairs of the sect.

Xie Tianwang's cultivation was profound, and he had long been the target of many elders to rope him in.

However, ever since he met with an accident, this person had lost all interest and hobbies. This made the elders who tried to rope in and curry favor with Xie Tianwang so worried that their hair turned white.

He put all of his attention into searching everywhere. All of his disciples were pulled in as able-bodied men. They searched the mountains and plains and asked everyone they saw, "Have you seen my master's wife?" Everyone was in a state close to madness.

If the person who was asked directly answered, "No," they would receive a look full of disappointment and disdain. However, if they hesitated, they would immediately be pulled by the sleeve and asked, "Do you have an impression of her?"

"Think about it carefully."

"No, you must have a clue. You just didn't take it to heart. Think about it again!"

"Don't go!"

"Stop!

Do you want to?

If you don't, I'll tell my master that you have a clue but won't say anything! "

Because of this, Pei Yunyin had a fight with that disciple. It was said that the two of them fought for most of the night and almost cut off half of the mountain.

However, after everyone returned to their residence and looked at the desolate crescent moon outside the window, they couldn't help but feel sad.

The older generation watched Xie Tianwang grow up, and the younger generation listened to the story of Xie Tianwang's cultivation. In their impression, he was a sharp and proud swordsman who had reached the peak of swordsmanship at a young age. He was the signboard and hope of the entire Xuanling Sect.

… But now, he was dispirited and depressed. His mood was gloomy, and the word "mourn" was almost engraved on his forehead.

Fortunately, the decades of searching weren't in vain. This child, who had been looked forward to by the entire sect for nearly twenty years, finally stepped into the Xuanling Sect on such a bright spring day.

Happy, happy!

That night, many people found an excuse to break their abstinence and drank without restraint in the sect. They wanted to take advantage of their drunkenness and happiness to rush to the door and see the legendary little brother. Among them was a young man surnamed Pei, who didn't mind watching the fun.

They were knocked unconscious and dragged away by the Justice Hall who had heard the news. They were about to be punished with three to five days of hard labor. A certain young man with the surname Pei, who had been watching the show, was also dragged away by the back of his collar by Cheng Chengbai, who had rushed over with a cold expression. He was thrown into the pond in the courtyard amidst a series of noises of "No, Xiao Bai".

Xie Heng wasn't disturbed by the rowdy crowd.

He sat dizzily in the main hall, looking at the tempting food in front of him. The overflowing spiritual energy assailed his nostrils. It was like a dream.

Xie Tianwang kept putting food on his plate. He pointed to the plate and said, "This is the short horn of a hundred-year-old dragon snake. Cut it into thin slices and soak it in spiritual spring water for a hundred days. Then roast it with a strange fire."

"This is the Sword Fang Fish under the ice of Youxi Stream. It's fat and tender. After steaming it, sprinkle it with powder made from deep-sea clams. Eat more. Look at how thin you are."

"You're still growing. Learn from your second brother."

Xie Heng, who was forced to "grow", was actually an adult. He recalled the row of senior brothers he saw in the afternoon. He quickly remembered who his second brother was and was terrified.

It wasn't that he had a good memory, but that senior brother was too conspicuous. He could take up the space of two people. He weighed at least 200 kilograms and when he stood up, he looked like a towering mountain.

"… No, no need." The teenager decisively refused before the same mountain piled up in his bowl. "I'm full."

Xie Tianwang was stunned. He put down his chopsticks resentfully.

"Okay, I won't eat.

You must be tired from the long journey. Why don't … "

Xie Heng smiled bitterly and said, "Wait a minute. Don't you … want to know about my mother?"

There was a long silence.

The bowl and chopsticks hit the edge of the white porcelain plate, making a crisp sound.

The middle-aged man lowered his head. A shadow covered his eyes and his sharp eyebrows were slightly lowered. In an instant, Xie Heng saw a fragile shadow in the tall man in front of him. He was in so much pain that he couldn't bear to be tortured.

It was just for a moment.

Xie Tianwang raised his head. His voice was slightly hoarse.

"Xiao Ling, she … is gone …"

Xie Heng couldn't bear to look at the middle-aged man's dejected face. He turned his head slightly, curled his fingertips, and whispered, "… So you knew."

After a long silence, Xie Tianwang covered his eyes with his hand and let out a sorrowful and heavy sigh.

"I guessed it." He paused and repeated, "I should have guessed it a long time ago.

In the past eighteen years, I've dug three feet into the ground and searched more than ten times on the road we used to escape. I've also turned the surrounding counties and sects upside down. But all of you … seemed to have disappeared into thin air. "

"I told myself that maybe Xiao Ling was fine. Maybe she just hid and didn't want to see me."

"She was implicated by me and fled all the way. Maybe she lost her child along the way. She blamed me, hated me … whatever."

"But when I saw you today, I knew that was impossible.

The only explanation left is that Xiao Ling, she … "

Xie Tianwang's low voice stopped abruptly. He seemed to be very reluctant to say that word. His dry lips opened and closed several times. In the end, only a line of turbid tears flowed from the gaps between his fingers.

"… I won't say it, I won't say it."

As soon as the tears fell, the man quickly wiped them away.

Xie Tianwang stared with red eyes and forced a gentle smile. He changed the topic and said, "Child, how have you been in the past ten years?

Have you reached the Initial Level of Sword Bones? "