Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 826: A Good Brother Stabs Two Knives Into The Ribs

Chapter 826: A Good Brother Stabs Two Knives Into The Ribs

Upon hearing this, Meng Jingzhou’s face changed drastically, and he attempted to defuse the crisis with words.

“Dad, we’re still outside.”

“No big deal.” 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

With a sweep of his hand, Meng Potian brought both Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou inside the Meng Estate.

The old horse snorted and had the two guards unharness the carriage. He then leisurely strolled into the Meng Estate to catch up with his second brother, Xu You.

“I haven’t been back to the Meng Estate in ages. Where does Second Brother live again?”

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Meng Potian took Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou to the main courtyard. In Meng Jingzhou’s childhood, aside from climbing mountains, Meng Jingzhou had liked this place the most.

But now, he felt it wasn’t necessary to come here to reminisce about his childhood.

“Dad, there’s still an outsider present.” Meng Jingzhou once again tried to reason with his father.

I was insensible when I was a kid and deliberately made many mistakes, but so many years have passed. Even I, the involved party, have forgotten about it. Why can’t my father let it go?

“You must be Lu Yang. A handsome and talented man indeed.” Meng Potian’s tone softened slightly when facing Lu Yang. “I’ve long heard Little Zhou praise you for having the makings of the Taciturn Daoist Priest, capable of stirring up a string of incidents every time you go out.”

Lu Yang, “...”

Old Meng, so you’ve been spinning tales and talking bad about me behind my back, huh? Were you not right there beside me every time I went out?

Meng Potian continued, “The Battle of the Great Era precisely needs geniuses like you.

“I heard you don’t have a Dao partner yet. Your shifu is the Taciturn Daoist Priest, so there’s certainly no one who dares to become your Dao partner. Coincidentally, my daughter is sixteen, pure, and lovely—a perfect match for you. I think our two families can arrange a betrothal.”

Before Lu Yang could refute, he saw Meng Potian turn toward Meng Jingzhou with a stern face, his tone icy and eerie.

“Alright, there are no outsiders now.”

Seeing Meng Potian raise the iron ruler to discipline Meng Jingzhou, Lu Yang couldn’t bear to see his good brother get beaten and took a step forward. “Uncle Meng, please wait a moment.”

Meng Jingzhou was deeply moved. He’s my good brother after all; true friendship does show itself in times of adversity.

Meng Potian turned his head, not understanding why Lu Yang had stopped him.

“Old Meng must have committed deeds that angered Heaven and men, but he’s just one person. Punishing him alone might not be satisfying.

“It so happens that I know a move called ‘One Meng Into Ten Thousand Mengs.’ I can create ten thousand Meng Jingzhous, guaranteeing that you will have an utterly satisfying disciplining session, Uncle Meng.”

Executing One Meng Into Ten Thousand Mengs was far more difficult than One Sword Into Ten Thousand Swords, for it placed extremely high demands on both spirit energy and spirit consciousness strength.

But that was not a problem. Lu Yang could temporarily boost his spirit energy by consuming pills. As for the strength of his spiritual consciousness, he could temporarily borrow some from the Everlasting Immortal Fairy.

Meng Potian was overjoyed to hear this. He hadn’t expected Lu Yang to know such a technique and outright told Lu Yang to go ahead and unleash it without restraint.

Lu Yang didn’t stand on ceremony. Dragging Meng Jingzhou by the ankle, he began performing the sword technique.

“Damn it, Old Lu, your grandfather—”

“One Meng Into Ten Thousand Mengs!” Lu Yang shouted, cutting off Meng Jingzhou’s last words

Meng Potian sensed something and looked up. Seeing the sky densely filled with his son, he grabbed his iron ruler and flew up to start beating them.

Meng Jingzhou’s blood-curdling screams reverberated through the skies above the Meng Estate, quite sweet-sounding to the ear. Lu Yang quickly captured this scene with a recording orb.

Not long after, Meng Jingzhou rubbed his backside as he fell down and began walking with a limp.

“Exhilarating!” Meng Potian found Lu Yang more pleasing to the eye the more he looked at him. He's the Taciturn Daoist Priest’s disciple after all; he has learned some real skills.

Meng Jingzhou’s return caused a huge commotion. Soon, the direct branch of the Meng Family all came to the main courtyard to watch the spectacle.

“Jingzhou, you’re finally back! You have no idea how much your mom missed you. She stayed home all day, afraid she wouldn’t be here when you got back...” The first to arrive in the courtyard was a man who looked around thirty years old.

“Then where is my mom now?”

“She’s been at the imperial palace for several days.”

Meng Jingzhou sighed and introduced the man to Lu Yang. “This is my second uncle, Meng Poli.”

“Greetings, Second Uncle Meng.”

Meng Poli said, “Hey, this kid is way more polite than you, Jingzhou. You’ve never called me that.”

Meng Jingzhou rolled his eyes. “Second Uncle, have you forgotten that time you got drunk and insisted on swearing brotherhood with the stone lions at the entrance, saying you were the eldest brother and that the pair of stone lions were the second and third brothers? You even said that I should call the stone lions ‘Second Uncle’ and not you.”

Meng Poli’s face flushed red, and he coughed guiltily. “Ahem, words spoken while drunk don’t count.”

“Jingzhou is back?” A gentle, elegant voice sounded. The person looked identical to Meng Poli, but his demeanor was completely different. He clearly looked like a man devoted to scholarly pursuits.

“This is my third uncle, Meng Poci. He and my second uncle are twins. Do you remember me telling you I have an uncle stationed at the Demon Confinement Pass? That’s him.”

Lu Yang had a vague recollection. When he and Meng Jingzhou were thrown by Yun Zhi to the jungle at the border between Great Xia and the Demon Region, they had gone to the Demon Suppression Pass. At the time, Meng Jingzhou had regretfully said that he had an uncle at the Demon Confinement Pass, wishing the two of them had been thrown there instead.

“Third Uncle, why have you returned from the Demon Confinement Pass?”

Meng Poci showed none of the iron-blooded aura of a general guarding the border. He more closely resembled a great Confucian scholar from an academy. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I guarded the Demon Confinement Pass for fifty years. Last year, the imperial court issued an order for me to be replaced.”

“That’s a good thing.” Meng Jingzhou smiled, surmising that after Great Xia established diplomatic relations with the Demon Region, they had recalled his particularly formidable third uncle to ease tensions.

“Elder Brother, you’re finally back?” A graceful figure suddenly ran out from somewhere, excitedly rushing up to Meng Jingzhou.

“Little Sister!” Meng Jingzhou beamed joyfully, ruffling his little sister’s hair and messing it up.

If anyone in the Meng Family has treated me best, it has to be my little sister. When I ran away from home without any money, it was my kind-hearted little sister who gave me a storage ring. I could freely squander the treasures inside, and they still haven't been used up yet.

“This is my younger sister, Meng Jingyu.”

“Greetings, Lu Yang-gege.” Meng Jingyu smiled sweetly. She was indeed as pure and lovely as Meng Potian had mentioned.

“Ah, what a good girl. Here, this is a gift from Lu Yang-gege.” It was the first time Lu Yang had encountered someone calling him “gege.” The people he had interacted with before were either peers or cultivators of surprisingly advanced age.

Lu Yang took out a wooden sword from his identity jade tablet. He had carved it while practicing the Sword Dao, modeling it after the Qingfeng Sword. It was capable of piercing through Divine Transfiguration cultivators.

“Thank you, Gege.” Meng Jingyu carefully received it, displaying excellent manners. Her politeness made Lu Yang sigh inwardly. She and Old Meng seem to be from entirely different species.

“My elder brother’s letters always mention the adventures he encountered with you when traveling. Lu Yang-gege, are all your training journeys outside so thrilling?” Meng Jingyu looked at Lu Yang with worshipful admiration. She had never left the imperial city and was especially fascinated by Lu Yang’s various experiences.

“What exactly did he say?”

“My elder brother said you often stir up trouble—like going astray and voluntarily joining the Everlasting Creed, forcing him to destroy the creed to save you; taking pleasure in challenging Foundation Establishment cultivators at the Golden Core Stage; and having endless peach blossom romantic luck, yet being unaffected by all spells and thus making it useless on you.”

Lu Yang’s expression remained unchanged. He simply chuckled dryly twice.