Chapter 1446: Is It Him?

"Me?" Zhang Xuan was startled, then gave a wry smile. "How is that possible!"

He had already been tested and found no Zhang family bloodline, which clearly indicated he wasn't from the Zhang family at all. Besides, if he truly were a genius from the Zhang family, why had no one come to find him? He had beaten up Zhang Chun, Zhang Feng, and others, and still no one noticed anything unusual? Moreover, the other person was born a Saint, while his own cultivation was so low—there was simply no comparison! But... what did high talent matter? Anyone who dared to compete with him for Ruoxi would definitely be beaten until they were picking up their teeth from the ground!

"I also think it's unlikely, but the expression in his brows does bear some resemblance. Of course, it might just be that it's been too long, and I don't remember clearly..." Jian Qinsheng shook his head, laughing wryly. Such a young genius, with such innate talent, would undoubtedly be under the strictest protection and cultivation. How could he be left to wander outside and become a mere rogue cultivator? Unless the Zhang family members had their brains kicked by donkeys, it was absolutely impossible.

While discussing with Jian Qinsheng on the back of the sacred beast, a figure rapidly flew towards the cloud-shrouded Zhang family manor and landed outside the gate.

"Hu Yiwei, a subordinate of Master Yang, requests an audience with the Zhang family head!"

The figure bowed, presenting a name card. It was none other than Hu Yiwei, the left envoy of the Poison Hall, a subordinate of Master Yang who had once competed with Sun Qiang. At this moment, he looked quite fatigued, his aura somewhat unstable, having flown continuously for an unknown period. After leaving the Holy Son Hall, he hadn't gone to find Master Yang but had instead come directly to the Zhang family. By his own reckoning, he had been flying continuously for nearly a month.

"Please wait!"

The gatekeeper dared not delay, hurrying inside and returning shortly. "Senior, please come this way!"

"Understood."

Hu Yiwei followed closely into the courtyard, and soon they arrived at a spacious room. Inside, a middle-aged man sat in the main seat, his face showing signs of fatigue. Seeing Hu Yiwei, he extended a hand. "Brother Hu, long time no see. Please, have a seat!"

"Greetings, Sword Saint!"

Hu Yiwei bowed, clasping his hands, not daring to sit. Even though he was a nine-star Poison Master with incredibly high cultivation, he didn't dare to act presumptuously in front of the man before him. Leaving aside his swordsmanship, his sheer strength alone was beyond what Hu Yiwei could contend with.

"No need to be polite!" The middle-aged man waved his hand.

"I came here to inquire about my master's whereabouts. He parted ways with me half a year ago, saying he would come to the Zhang family. I was wondering if he might be here?" Hu Yiwei looked up.

"Master Yang did indeed come, but he's currently in secluded cultivation, and I can't contact him," the middle-aged man replied.

"Secluded cultivation?" Understanding, Hu Yiwei's face showed anxiety. He seemed to have something to say but was unsure whether he should speak.

"What is it? Please, speak freely..." Noticing his hesitation, the middle-aged man frowned and asked.

"It's like this... I've discovered a genius, around twenty years old. Inside him... there seems to be... the congenital fetal poison I once administered!" Hu Yiwei paused, then gritted his teeth and stated.

"Poison you administered?" The middle-aged man abruptly stood up, his body trembling uncontrollably, somewhat disbelieving. "Are you sure?"

"It was poison I administered. Even after all these years, and though it has been greatly weakened, I can still easily recognize it. There's no mistake!" Hu Yiwei nodded.

"What's his name? Where is he?" Filled with excitement, the middle-aged man eagerly looked over, losing his previous composure, his voice somewhat hurried.

"His name is Zhang Xuan, and he's currently at the Holy Son Hall..." Hu Yiwei replied.

"Zhang Xuan? Although the name isn't quite right, the surname is Zhang..." He frowned, then something clicked in his mind, and he was filled with excitement and agitation. "It must be him... It absolutely is! Quickly, go invite him over. Tell him I want to see..." He gave the instruction, but before he finished speaking, he stopped. "No, never mind. I'll go myself!"

With that, he rose from his seat, took out a communication jade token, and sent a message. Shortly after, a middle-aged woman hurriedly flew in. Though she no longer looked young, her appearance and posture clearly indicated that she had been an absolute beauty in her youth, no less stunning than Hu Yaoyao and others. Her aura, in particular, was like a drawn longsword, ready to pierce through the void and traverse at any moment. She was Sword Saint Meng, Wang Mengya.

"There's news of him? Is it true...?" Her eyes reddened, Sword Saint Meng looked over, seemingly full of worry, afraid that her hopes would once again be dashed.

"Brother Hu says he encountered a genius about twenty years old at the Holy Son Hall, and that genius has the fetal poison he administered within him..." The middle-aged man indicated the Poison Master before them.

Sword Saint Meng quickly looked over. "...Reporting, Madam, what I've said is absolutely true. I wouldn't dare to deceive you!" Hu Yiwei hastily bowed and recounted the details he had previously shared.

"It must be him..." Her delicate body swayed, and tears welled up in Sword Saint Meng's eyes. She quickly looked up at her husband. "I'm going to the Holy Son Hall. Are you coming?"

"Of course I am!" The middle-aged man nodded.

"The family meeting is about to be convened. Aren't you afraid of angering the Old Ancestor if the family head isn't present?" Sword Saint Meng asked.

"We have already sacrificed enough for the family. We've searched for so many years, and now that we finally have definitive news, anyone who tries to stop me from going will be going against me, becoming my enemy!" With a sweep of his hand, the middle-aged man unleashed a powerful aura. His sword intent, in particular, seemed ready to soar into the sky and traverse the nine heavens at any moment.

"Yes, we've already sacrificed enough for the family... All these years, I wonder how he's been, if he's gone hungry..." Tears streamed down Sword Saint Meng's face.

"Let's go!" Seeing his wife cry, the middle-aged man waved his hand.

*Boom!*

With a roar, a sacred beast appeared before them. Its body shifted, and the middle-aged man landed on its back, with Sword Saint Meng quickly following.

"Brother Hu, regarding what you just told me, I hope you won't mention it to anyone else. Also, we hope you can keep our whereabouts a secret!" Standing on the beast's back, the middle-aged man clasped his hands.

"Rest assured, Sword Saint, I wouldn't breathe a single word about this!" Hu Yiwei hastily nodded. He knew that if he dared to leak this information, he would surely die on the spot, so he agreed immediately without the slightest hesitation.

"That's good. If the person you spoke of truly is the one we've been searching for, my wife and I will personally express our gratitude upon our return..." The middle-aged man gestured, then looked back again. "Also, Master Yang is cultivating within the Zhang family. There's no need to worry at all; just stay here peacefully. I've already sent a message, and he'll come to find you as soon as he emerges from seclusion!"

"Thank you, Sword Saint!" Hu Yiwei clasped his hands once more.

"Mmm." Without another word, the middle-aged man tapped his foot.

*Whoosh!*

The sacred beast beneath him immediately tore through the air, flying straight towards the sky, in the direction of the Holy Son Hall. They hadn't been flying long when they saw another sacred beast approaching from the opposite direction.

"That's Jian Qinsheng's Cloud Light Sacred Beast!" Recognizing it, the middle-aged man's brows furrowed.