795 Wang Siyuan Who Had Become The Head Of The Family (1/2)

Guang Ling was first built in ancient times. The wall bricks, the roof tiles, and the rotten beams of the buildings were like an aging elderly person, portraying the astounding history of this city. A common saying among the famous Confucian scholars was that Guang Ling was a striking resemblance of the people's culture and scenery of Jiang Dong.

Numerous tributaries cut through the City of Guang Ling. In the city, the horizontal pathways were the streets, whereas the vertical pathways were the roads. An indescribable majesty and charm was hidden within the small bridges and streams; the weeping willows and the white walls; and the copper, ring-shaped door handle and the wooden doors. It seemed as though time had been frozen here.

Jia Shui was a river that flowed slowly across Guang Ling and connected Da Jiang and Lake Xiaonan. It flowed past the Taiping Tower. Some ships and beautifully-decorated boats were cruising along the Jia Shui. The spring breeze was blowing gently across the river banks and the green willows.

In the Taiping Tower, while enjoying delicious meals, a lot of people from Jianghu were discussing about the trending news around the world. They also chattered about the recent changes in the Heavenly List, the Ground List, and the Man List.

The people had a good time talking to each other. As they looked out from the window occasionally to admire the refreshing and soothing view, they saw a group of little kids under a willow tree. The kids were holding wooden blades and swords and having fun dividing themselves into gangs.

The little leader of the group who had a braid on top of his head was carrying a wooden blade on his waist. With a serious look on his face, the kid looked at a peer across from him who was wearing a piece of brocade clothing and a jade pendant. ”You're neither fighting nor retreating. Why is that so?”

”I – Su Wu Ming – have no patience with too much talking,” the kid who wore a jade pendant said arrogantly.

The kid with a braid immediately pointed at his peer and said, ”You cheated! You lost last time, so you should be the villain this round.”

The kid who wore a jade pendant was almost crying but he tried his best to hold back the tears. He pouted and said, ”Alright, alright. Which villain should I be acting then?”

”Haha. Elderly Ku, even though your death is at hand now, you're still so haughty!” All the kids laughed loudly while putting their hands on their waists at the same time - this was their way of portraying arrogance.

The kid who wore a jade pendant made his hands into a claw shape and put on a gloomy facial expression. ”Watch this, the Eighteen Strikes of Vengeance!”

The kid with a braid lifted the blade in front of his chest and said coldly,

”You're already dead.”

He continued, ”I – Su Meng – have said before, it only takes one strike to kill you.”

The people from Jianghu broke into laughter after observing the kids at play. As they noticed that the weather had turned cloudy and the rain was almost falling, they shouted at the kids, ”If you're still not going home before it rains, watch out for Mister Luda, he might spank your buttocks.”

The kid with a braid pressed on his dimple with a thumb, stuck his tongue out and made a silly face. He replied in a sharp voice, ”Silence. My Karma Transfer is eager to find out who in this world can possibly take one strike of it.”

”Haha. These kids are too obsessed with the Jianghu stories told by the Master Storyteller,” a man shook his head and said with a smile.

Just then, a tiny droplet of rain fell from the sky. It seemed to be a sign of an impending rainfall. The sky had been heavily clouded and turned gloomy shortly after that.

The kids were just about to go home with their wooden blades and swords before they suddenly sensed something. As if being guided by something, they turned their heads toward the direction where the Jia Shui River entered the city. Similarly, being attracted by this mysterious sense of Qi Ji, the people from Jianghu were also looking at the same direction.

A ship was slowly sailing into the city. The dark clouds disappeared bit by bit as the boat got closer. A man who wore a tight, black clothes with a Heroic Scarf was standing at the ship's bow. On the right hand, he was holding a peculiar-looking long blade that looked like a scar. He was handsome, masculine and looked rather relaxed. Upon his arrival, it was as though he had brought over another place of the world to this city. The dark clouds had vanished and the sunlight had been taken away.

Some people from Jianghu blurted out, ”The Frenzied Blade, Su Meng!” They had heard of Meng Qi's storytelling before at the Taiping Tower.

Su Meng – the one who had just killed Elderly Ku with one slash and captured the Golden Tent Warriors from the powerful opponents – had just arrived Guang Ling!

Feeling excited, the kids' faces turned red. They crowded up at the river bank and looked at Su Meng admiringly while thinking of all his heroic stories.

At their elder brother's age, Su Meng had already become a guru who was ranked as one of the top thirty on the Ground List. It seemed to be undeniable that heroes would always come from the younger generation.

As the ship sailed slowly on the river, Meng Qi had been standing at the ship's bow for a long time. He wanted to announce his arrival to everyone in Guang Ling so that someone would pass the message to Duan Rui.

Duan Rui was certainly not satisfied by the fact that nothing happened after he stabbed Wang Siyuan in the back. While the Righteous were troubled by the intrusion of the Devil Master into the Ananda Pure Soil, it was possible that Duan Rui might come to Meng Qi.

The wide Jia Shui River was flowing into Da Jiang. Meng Qi disembarked from the ship at the busiest street in Guang Ling and walked toward the Taiping Tower.

At that moment, Meng Qi heard some sounds of zither. They sounded like flowing streams from afar.

From Meng Qi's senses, Wang Siyuan, who was dressed in white, was sitting at the river bank under a willow tree. With incense burning in the censer, Wang Siyuan was playing the zither. The maidservant behind him was carrying the San Si Sword with both hands.

Meng Qi smiled. He walked toward Wang Siyuan and sat across from him in a relaxed manner. Then, he hit on the tree trunk on his left and sang aloud, ”The big river is flowing to the east…”

Immediately, the graceful feeling of playing a zither and the elegant atmosphere were ruined. Wang Siyuan stopped playing while waiting for Meng Qi to stop singing with his raspy voice.

The maidservant, who had been well-acquainted with Meng Qi, curled her lips. She thought that Su Meng had been getting more inelegant.

”You wouldn't come to me without a reason. Just say it.” Wang Siyuan had an indifferent facial expression, but his gaze toward Meng Qi showed that he was somewhat interested.

Meng Qi showed a cheeky grin, ”I came here for the welfare of the Wulin and the human race…”

Wang Siyuan listened without a change of countenance. Coughing occasionally, he did not interrupt Meng Qi.

Without others knowing, Meng Qi was disappointed. If Brother Qi were here, he would certainly tell him to go straight to the point. Hence, Meng Qi had lost interest in playing around. He said with a serious look, ”The demon race had lurked into Shaolin and disguised themselves as the Deacon Monk at the Chores Yard. When the residual of the Devil Master was eliminated, the disguised demon still couldn't be found. When I was in Jiangdong, I saw demons who disguised themselves as humans. It really was undetectable. Therefore, Mister Luda and the monk superiors of Shaolin were suspecting that they possessed a Disguising Spell that even a Dharmakaya needs to make extreme effort to notice its presence.”

”Since your family has a long history and extensive inherited knowledge, do you have any idea about the spell?”