Wu Chang Jie

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Chapter 69
Zong Zi Heng woke up from a nightmare.

He dreamed that Yan Shu was holding a dagger, stabbing into his flesh bit by bit, cutting and pulling, digging out the golden core that he had cultivated for his whole life from his dantian*. He was screaming and begging for mercy, filling with grief and wishing he was dead.

The "Yan Shu", however, removed the human skin from his face, revealing a familiar and hideous face, which was his real father---Zong Ming He!

"Big brother, big brother." Zong Zi Xiao held Zong Zi Heng in his arms like a coaxing child, gently stroking his back and wiping the sweat from his forehead, saying with his heart aching, "You had a nightmare? Don't be afraid, I'm here, it's okay."

It took a long time for Zong Zi Heng to pull himself out of the chaos. He looked at Zong Zi Xiao, his deer-like dark and large eyes were full of vulnerability, helplessness and despair at this moment.

Zong Zi Xiao's heart clenched together. The big brother in his mind was always gentle and strong, as if nothing could bring him down, never had he ever shown such a look.

"Big brother, don't be like this." Zong Zi Xiao touched his face and said softly, "Miss Hua's death was not your fault, we will definitely avenge her."

"It's my fault." Zong Zi Heng said remorsefully, "She shouldn't have been involved in this matter. It was me who lied to her."

"The one who tricked her was Consort Shen, not you."

Zong Zi Heng shook his head, "What difference does it make?"

"Big brother ..."

"How did we, how did we get out?" He couldn't remember when he had passed out.

"Xu Zhi Nan and Qi Meng Sheng gathered everyone in the underground palace together, and Father rescued us."

Just the word "Father" made Zong Zi Heng's body tremble.

Every word that Yan Shu, no, Lu Zhao Feng had said in the underground palace was like Suppurative Osteomyelitis gnawing at his flesh and soul. He did not fully believe Lu Zhao Feng. It was likely that those words were half-truths, just to slander his father and drive a wedge between them. He must not be easily fooled, but he would not allow himself to run away out of fear either. He had to find out the truth.

Zong Zi Heng suddenly remembered something. When he was in a daze over Hua Yu Xin's death and Lu Zhao Feng was planning to kill him, he said something. That was ...

"Uncle!"

Zong Zi Xiao said in disbelief, "What? Uncle? What's wrong with Uncle?"

Zong Zi Heng looked ahead in horror, his body aching and cold.

Their Uncle Zong Ming Fu, who was also their master, was the most powerful cultivator of the Daming Zong Sect, and had been in seclusion since he had become an adult, just to break through to the eighth Chongtian of the Zongxuan Sword.

But what Lu Zhao Feng meant was that his uncle was already ... gone?

"Uncle has been in seclusion for five years now."

"Yes, it's been five years." Zong Zi Xiao looked at his big brother worriedly.

It was not uncommon for high-ranking cultivators, especially those who had reached the Patriarch level like his uncle, to be in seclusion for decades, and no one would rashly bother them.

If, if his Uncle was really gone, he's afraid that the only one who could do this in the Wuji Palace was his father.

"Do you miss uncle?" Zong Zi Xiao said in a soft voice, "Before uncle went into seclusion, he had already approached the Eighth Chongtian. He would definitely be able to break through."