Chapter 813: Good Brothers Insert Knife in Both Ribs

Hearing this, Meng Jingzhou’s expression changed dramatically, and he tried to defuse the crisis with words.

"Dad, we're still outside."

"It's a minor matter."

Meng Potian waved his hand dismissively and led both Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou into the Meng Manor.

Old Ma snorted, had two guards unload the carriage, and then slowly walked into the Meng Manor to catch up with his second brother, Xu You.

"It's been a long time since I've been back to the Meng Manor. Where does my second brother live?"

Meng Potian led Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou to the main courtyard of the Meng Manor. When Meng Jingzhou was a child, besides climbing mountains, this was his favorite place.

Now, he felt there was no need to come here to reminisce about his childhood.

"Dad, there are outsiders here!" Meng Jingzhou tried once more to reason with his father, suggesting that he had been naughty and made many mistakes as a child, but so many years had passed that even he, the one involved, had forgotten, so why did his father keep dwelling on it?

"You must be Lu Yang. You're quite a handsome young man." Meng Potian's tone softened slightly when addressing Lu Yang. "I've long heard Xiao Zhou praise you, saying you have the potential of a Silent Daoist, always stirring up a chain of events whenever you go out."

Lu Yang:

"Old Meng, so you're slandering me behind my back, huh? Which time did I go out and cause trouble when you weren't right there beside me?"

"The Great Worldly Struggle certainly needs a prodigy like you."

"I hear you don't have a dao companion yet. With your master being the Silent Daoist, I'm sure no one would dare to become your dao companion. It just so happens that my daughter is sixteen, pure and lovely, and a perfect match for you. I think our two families could arrange a marriage."

Before Lu Yang could even retort, Meng Potian turned, his face stern, and looked at Meng Jingzhou with a cold and ominous tone.

"Alright, there are no outsiders now."

Seeing Meng Potian pick up his iron ruler, ready to discipline Meng Jingzhou, Lu Yang couldn't bear to see his good friend get beaten. He took a step forward and said, "Uncle Meng, please wait a moment."

Meng Jingzhou was deeply moved; indeed, a true friend is revealed in times of trouble. Meng Potian turned his head, puzzled as to why Lu Yang had stopped him.

"Old Meng's actions, which deserve your discipline, must have been outrageous, but he is only one person. I fear you won't find it satisfying to discipline just him."

"It just so happens that I know a technique called 'One Meng Becomes Ten Thousand Meng,' which can create ten thousand Meng Jingzhous. I guarantee, Uncle Meng, you'll have a thoroughly satisfying session."

Executing "One Meng Becomes Ten Thousand Meng" was far more difficult than "One Sword Becomes Ten Thousand Swords," demanding extremely high levels of spiritual energy and divine sense. But it was fine; Lu Yang could temporarily boost his spiritual energy by taking pills, and as for divine sense, he could temporarily borrow some from Immortal Bu Xiu.

Meng Potian was overjoyed upon hearing this; he never imagined Lu Yang knew such a technique and immediately told him to unleash it boldly.

Lu Yang didn't stand on ceremony. He grabbed Meng Jingzhou's ankle and began to execute his sword technique.

"Damn you, Old Lu—"

"One Meng Becomes Ten Thousand Meng!" Lu Yang roared, cutting off Meng Jingzhou's final words.

Meng Potian, sensing something, looked up to see countless copies of his son appearing in the sky. He immediately grabbed his iron ruler, flew up, and started beating them.

Meng Jingzhou's screams echoed over the Meng Manor, quite melodious. Seeing this, Lu Yang quickly used a recording orb to capture the scene.

Not long after, Meng Jingzhou fell down, rubbing his backside, limping as he walked.

"What a thrill!" The more Meng Potian looked at Lu Yang, the more pleased he was. After all, he was a disciple of the Silent Daoist; he had truly learned some genuine skills.

Meng Jingzhou's return caused quite a stir, and soon all the direct descendants of the Meng family came to the main courtyard to watch the commotion.

"Jingzhou, you're finally back! You don't know how much your mother has missed you. She stayed home all day, afraid she wouldn't see you when you returned," said a man who appeared to be around thirty years old, who was the first to arrive at the courtyard.

"So where's my mom now?"

"She's been at the Imperial Palace for several days."

Meng Jingzhou sighed and introduced him to Lu Yang: "This is my second uncle, Meng Poli."

"Hello, Uncle Meng."

Second Uncle Meng Poli said, "Oh, this kid is much 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 becoming sworn brothers with the stone lions at the entrance? You said you were the eldest, and the two stone lions were the second and third, and that from then on, I should call the stone lions 'Second Uncle' instead of you."

Meng Poli's old face flushed, and he coughed guiltily. "Ahem, what's said when drunk doesn't count."

"Jingzhou is back?" A gentle, elegant voice rang out. The newcomer looked identical to Second Uncle Meng Poli, but his demeanor was entirely different, clearly that of someone well-versed in classical literature.

"This is my third uncle, Meng Poci, who is a twin to my second uncle."

"You remember I told you I had an uncle at Suoyao Pass? That's him."

Lu Yang vaguely remembered. When he and Old Meng were thrown by their Senior Sister into the dense forest bordering the Demon Realm on the border of Great Xia, they went to Zhenyao Pass.

At the time, Meng Jingzhou had regretfully said he had an uncle at Suoyao Pass, and how great it would have been if they had been thrown there instead.

"Third Uncle, why are you back from Suoyao Pass?"

There was no trace of the iron-blooded aura of a frontier general about Meng Poci; he seemed more like a great scholar appearing in an academy.

Meng Poci smiled faintly. "I guarded Suoyao Pass for fifty years. Last year, the imperial court issued an order to replace me."

"That's great news!" Meng Jingzhou laughed, guessing that after Great Xia and the Demon Realm established diplomatic relations, his formidable Third Uncle was withdrawn to ease tensions. "Brother, you're finally back!" A graceful figure suddenly ran out from somewhere, excitedly rushing to Meng Jingzhou. "Little sister!" Meng Jingzhou smiled brightly, patting his little sister's head and ruffling her hair.

Of all the Meng family members, his little sister was undoubtedly the kindest to him. When he ran away from home without a penny, it was his sister's generosity that gave him a storage ring filled with treasures, which he had been squandering ever since without running out.

"This is my younger sister, Meng Jingyu."

"Hello, Brother Lu Yang." Meng Jingyu smiled sweetly, truly as pure and lovely as Meng Potian had described.

"Oh, what a well-behaved girl."

"Here, this is a gift from Brother Lu Yang." It was the first time Lu Yang had been called "brother." Previously, he had only interacted with peers or exceptionally old cultivators.

Lu Yang took out a wooden sword from his identity jade plaque. It was carved in the likeness of the Green Peak Sword, made during his swordsmanship practice, and capable of piercing through cultivators in the Soul Transformation stage.

"Thank you, Brother." Meng Jingyu carefully accepted it, her politeness so impeccable that Lu Yang couldn't help but marvel at how she seemed like a completely different species from Old Meng.

"Brother always writes about the things he encounters when traveling with you. Is your journey out for experience always so exciting, Brother Lu Yang?" Meng Jingyu looked at Lu Yang with admiration. She had never left the Imperial City since childhood and was especially interested in all the things Lu Yang had experienced.

"What did he say exactly?"

"Brother said you often cause trouble, like how you went astray and voluntarily joined the Immortal Sect, and he had to destroy the sect to rescue you. He also said you enjoyed challenging Foundation Establishment stage cultivators when you were in the Golden Core stage, and that you constantly had romantic encounters, but your principles kept you untouched by all methods, making romantic luck useless to you."

Lu Yang's expression remained unchanged; he simply chuckled twice.