Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 825: Eldest Young Master Meng Returns Home

Lu Yang bit back his words, hesitating to say the imperial robe looked rather odd. “Immortal Fairy, are you sure what you embroidered on the imperial robe is you and Big Senior Sister?” He looked at the robe, genuinely unsure who the two figures on it were supposed to be.

“Of course. Aren’t the names written right here?” The Everlasting Immortal Fairy looked down and pointed at two spots on the imperial robe.

Lu Yang thought, Thank goodness you wrote the names. Otherwise, even if you say that what you embroidered on the imperial robe is Old Meng and me, I would believe it.

“Xiao Yangzi, didn’t you say that imperial robes have always been embroidered with images of the strongest? If we talk about who’s the strongest in today’s cultivation world, it’s naturally Lass Yun and me!” The Everlasting Immortal Fairy puffed out her chest, her expression and tone brimming with pride.

“...Why are you calling me ‘Xiao Yangzi?’”

The Everlasting Immortal Fairy looked utterly perplexed. “What’s wrong with that? I heard that’s how emperors call the people (eunuchs) around them.”[1]

Lu Yang, “...”

Never mind. There’s no need to explain something so complicated to the Immortal Fairy.

“Then shall I make slight modifications to the embroidery of you and Big Senior Sister on the imperial robe?” Lu Yang couldn’t bear to look at the two figures on the imperial robe.

“Sure.” The Everlasting Immortal Fairy immediately took off the imperial robe and tossed it to Lu Yang, then started running barefoot in circles around the great hall.

Lu Yang used his will to materialize golden and silver threads, threading a needle with them. The Everlasting Immortal Fairy’s exquisitely beautiful face soon appeared on the imperial robe.

“Hmm, it’s indeed a teeny bit better than this immortal’s skill.” The Everlasting Immortal Fairy rarely admitted that Lu Yang was superior at something.

Lu Yang was unperturbed despite the honor, continuing to embroider Yun Zhi. Soon, an image of her also appeared on the imperial robe.

Just as Lu Yang was about to praise the Everlasting Immortal Fairy a couple more times to solidify his position as Chief Eunuch, a rift appeared in the mental space.

It was Yun Zhi.

Her gaze fell upon Lu Yang, the needle and thread in his hands, and the imperial robe resting on his thighs. A rare twitch flickered at the corner of her eye.

“Little Junior Brother, you...”

Startled, Lu Yang hastily stood up to declare his innocence. “It has nothing to do with me! The Immortal Fairy made me do it!””

“Hey, wasn’t it you who suggested embroidering Lass Yun and me on the imperial robe?”

“Immortal Fairy, don’t speak nonsense. I didn’t say anything.”

Hearing Lu Yang and the Everlasting Immortal Fairy shifting blame back and forth, Yun Zhi roughly figured out the course of events.

“Immortal Fairy, have you considered changing the style of the imperial robe?” Yun Zhi kindly suggested, subtly hinting that this “thing” didn’t quite resemble an imperial robe.

“Change the style?” The Everlasting Immortal Fairy pondered briefly and suddenly saw the light. “You’re saying that since this immortal is the number one powerhouse in the world, only I should be embroidered on the imperial robe!”

Yun Zhi sighed softly. “Never mind. Let the imperial robe be as it is.” After all, there’s no one else in the mental space. The Immortal Fairy can wear whatever she pleases.

After Yun Zhi left, the Everlasting Immortal Fairy excitedly put on the robe and spun around happily, boasting to Xiao Yangzi. “Well? Well? Isn’t it beautiful?”

Xiao Yangzi bowed. “Your Exalted Majesty is innately beautiful. This imperial robe merely serves to highlight your appearance.”

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In the past, when Lu Yang wanted to head to the Demon Region or the East Sea, he needed to find someone who had been there to ask about the local situation. This time, with Meng Jingzhou, a local, accompanying him, Lu Yang didn’t need to ask around.

“It’s a pity that Junior Sister Tao and the others have all gone to eradicate the Heartless Creed.”

Originally, Lu Yang had wanted to invite Tao Yaoye and Man Gu to the Buddhist Kingdom. Upon asking around, he learned that the situation with the Heartless Creed had changed so drastically that virtually no one in the Dao-Seeking Sect was idle. Every last person had been pulled in to handle the Heartless Creed’s aftermath.

On the other hand, Li Haoran hadn’t gone out. He was focused on comprehending artifact-refinement techniques and shouldn’t be disturbed.

With the old horse pulling the two along, they reached the imperial city in two days.

As the largest city in Great Xia and the entire cultivation world, the imperial city’s land mass was beyond imagination. From far away, Lu Yang could see several colossal dark shadows within the imperial city—mountains situated inside the city.

A river hundreds of zhang wide bisected the imperial city, dividing it into the southern city and the northern city.

This was Lu Yang’s second time visiting the imperial city, yet he was still awestruck.

At the city gates, Lu Yang saw many cultivators from the demon race, sea tribes, and the Buddhist Kingdom. Their attire and appearance greatly differed from those of the Central Continent and were instantly recognizable. Such cultivators were rare in other cities but were everywhere in the imperial city. To travel from other continents to Great Xia, these cultivators had to be at least at the Nascent Soul Stage.

When the soldiers at the city gates saw Meng Jingzhou’s proof of identity, their eyes contracted sharply.

THE Eldest Young Master Meng has actually returned to the imperial city?!

The soldiers watched the carriage enter the city. Out of professional integrity, they didn’t report Meng Jingzhou’s entry to their superiors.

Meng Jingzhou wasn’t a wanted criminal; there was no need to report it.

And the one who came to the imperial city with Eldest Young Master Meng is the legendary disciple of the Taciturn Daoist Priest?

The carriage stopped before a wooden plaque inscribed with the characters “Meng Estate.”

In the lower right corner of the plaque was a name—Jiang Ping’an. The first Xia Emperor had bestowed his calligraphy upon the Meng Estate, and this was no less significant than a golden death-exemption token.

“We’re here. This is my house.” Meng Jingzhou jumped off the carriage and gazed at the entrance gate he hadn’t seen for a long time, filled with myriad emotions.

Almost six years have passed since I ran away from home. Finally, I’ve returned.

“This is your house?!” Lu Yang disembarked and saw the Meng Estate gate, which towered like the legendary Southern Heavenly Gate on Mount Tai. The vermillion door panels were engraved with intricate, exquisite patterns. Two stone lions at the entrance held stone balls in their mouths, looking almost alive. The steps were carved from premium-grade spirit stones, their edges adorned with auspicious clouds and mythical beasts.

Even the imperial palace’s gates couldn’t be more imposing than this.

Even one of the imperial city’s mountains he had seen from afar was located within the Meng Estate.

“Is this wooden plaque written by the first Xia Emperor?” Lu Yang noticed the name of the calligrapher. The Meng Family was certainly qualified. After all, they were the other major contender for supremacy against the Xia Emperor.

“This is nothing. The imperial palace’s wooden plaque was written by my family’s old ancestor.”

When the two guards at the entrance saw Meng Jingzhou step down from the carriage, they were so flabbergasted that they stammered. One guard immediately ran inside to inform the head of the family. “Y-Young Master has returned!”

“Oh yo? It’s still the two of you guarding the gate.” Meng Jingzhou clearly recognized these two guards.

In the past, he couldn’t discern their cultivation levels. Now, he could tell they were both at the Advanced Divine Transfiguration Stage.

The remaining guard smiled sheepishly. “You jest, Young Master. It’s only been a few years. Not everyone can improve their cultivation as rapidly as you have.”

Meng Jingzhou was about to say more when his expression shifted. He sensed a terrifying oppressive aura spreading from within the Meng Estate.

“Young rascal, you’ve finally come back!”

A middle-aged man suddenly appeared before Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou. Lu Yang hadn’t even seen how he arrived.

“D-Dad, I’m back.” Meng Jingzhou guiltily avoided his father’s eyes.

Seeing his son after so long, Meng Potian laughed heartily, patting Meng Jingzhou on the shoulder. “Good, it’s good that you’re back.”

Hearing his father’s normal tone, Meng Jingzhou surmised that his father had truly forgiven him. He finally dared to look up and meet his father’s gaze, sincerely calling out, “Dad.”

“Dirty laundry should not be aired in public. Your father is gratified to see that you’ve returned to receive your beating.”

1. If it’s not obvious, xiao (little) + character + zi is how eunuchs are often addressed. ☜