Chapter Eight: Spark

  Under Ling Qingyan's gaze, the frail man's back figure gradually disappeared into a courtyard.

  "Master Meng!"

  Ling Qingyan also turned his head at the sudden sound of Yu Yanran's cheerful laughter coming from behind.

  Ling Qingyan suddenly discovered that the robust middle-aged man who had previously sparred with the thin and weak young man had unknowingly approached him. From Liu Yanran's address to the thin and weak young man and this Han, Ling Qingyan also knew that these two were both second-generation disciples of the Tianjian Sect today.

  "Haha, little sister! Don't mind that dead monkey, he's always been like a dead man..."

  The middle-aged man looked at Liu Yanran, his face full of smiles, and a thread of doting affection flashed across his eyes. Although Liu Yanran was the sect master's closed-door disciple and of the same generation as himself, the middle-aged man had a deep affection for this little junior sister, treating her like his own younger sister. Among the second-generation disciples, he had the closest relationship with this little junior sister.

  "Uh, ha... haha!"

  Seeing the little junior sister slightly stunned by her own words, the middle-aged man's face first changed subtly, as if he had thought of something and couldn't help but slap himself twice. Then he laughed and patted his thigh, while looking at Ling Qingyan beside him, timely changing the subject, "Little junior sister, who is this?"

  Upon hearing this, Liu Yanran snapped back to reality and looked at the middle-aged man before turning her gaze to Ling Qingyan. "Elder Brother Meng, this is Qingyan's younger brother, also a disciple brought back by Master this time. In two days' time, Master will be holding a ceremony for Qingyan to become his official disciple."

  "Master Meng, I am called Ling Qingyan!"

  Ling Qingyan looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and his good impression deepened. He bowed his hands and said, "Although he had not yet performed the ceremony of becoming a disciple with Jian Xianzhang Fan Yiran, Ling Qingyan knew that his master-disciple relationship with Jian Xianzhang was almost a certainty. This one call of 'Meng Shixiong' also came out without any burden."

  Little did he know, due to some unexpected events, he could no longer become a disciple of Fan Yiran. Moreover, unknowingly, he had already become one of the younger generation disciples of the Tianjian Sect, on par with the sect master and many elder seniors within the sect.

  "I'm Meng Yu, you can call me Elder Meng or Old Meng. I'm a disciple of Master Fan," Meng Yu said as he walked up to Ling Qingyan and slapped him on the shoulder with a loud "slap". "Younger brother, you're Master Fan's first and possibly only disciple. I'm envious, who in our sect doesn't know that Master Fan, the Sword Elder, has divine sword skills? In the field of swordsmanship, no one can surpass him. Many brothers in the sect want to line up to ask for his guidance on sword techniques... back then, I..."

  "Enough!" It was Liu Yanran who suddenly spoke up beside him, interrupting Meng's words. "Brother Meng, you're still so long-winded, look, Qingyan brother is already scared by you."

  Indeed, beside him, Ling Qing's forehead had already slightly beaded with sweat. He couldn't have imagined that this majestic-looking man would speak non-stop like a machine gun from his past life.

  However, from Meng's words, he also understood that the sword-wielding elder Fan Yiran, who wanted to take him as his disciple, seemed to have a pretty high status in the hearts of the sect's disciples.

  "Come on, Qing Yan brother!" Ling Yan stretched out her hand and directly pulled Qing Yan to get up. This Meng Shixiong was someone she knew, once he got excited and started talking, it would never end. The sky was already late, so it's better to take Qing Yan brother to his future residence first.

  Looking at Meng Wa's stunned expression, Ling Qingyan forced a smile on his face and apologized, "Meng Shixiong, let's talk again when you're free!"

  Meng Yu looked at the distant figures of Liu Yanran and Ling Qingyan, and couldn't help but rub the back of his head, muttering: "Am I that scary? However, this new junior brother is quite polite."

  ………

  "Qingyan, little brother, from now on you can live here."

  Liu Yanran took Ling Qingyan into a deserted courtyard and pointed at the house inside.

  Ling Qing nodded and began to look around, only to see that this courtyard was nearly twice as large as the one in his own Ling family's courtyard. It was even possible to practice martial arts here. On the right side of the courtyard, near the wall, there was a stone table and several stone stools. The courtyard was planted with all kinds of flowers and grasses, and when he had just entered, a refreshing scent of flowers and grasses had hit his nose, making him feel particularly comfortable.

  "Here, nobody lived before, but people often came to clean up, it's quite clean, you can move in directly," Liu Yanran seemed a bit absent-minded at this time, her mind seemed to have wandered off somewhere.

  Ling Qingyan's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she asked, "Yanran, what's wrong with you? Why did you become like this after seeing that thin and weak senior brother earlier? Is it because he was cold to you? That senior brother, I think his nature is just like that, there's no malice in him, you don't have to be like this."

  Ling Qing suddenly realized the reason why Liu Yanran had become like this now.

  "Shixiong is also a disciple of my master. My master had three disciples in his lifetime, and before me, there were two shixiongs. Hou Shixiong is my second older brother..."

  Liu Yanran's voice at this time was somewhat ethereal.

  Ling Qing's face suddenly turned red, and even though he had lived for two lifetimes, at this moment, he couldn't help but blush. It turned out that the thin and weak man was also a disciple of the sect leader, and earlier, he had actually been showing off in front of her... As they were both disciples of the same master, they naturally understood each other very well.

  "Shixiong wasn't originally like this, the original him was very good to me, even better than Shifu. But since he returned home twelve years ago, everything changed..."

  Liu Yanran's voice trembled slightly as she spoke, "At that time, I was only six years old and didn't know what was going on. I thought Shixiong didn't like me anymore and didn't want to play with me. It wasn't until three years ago that Shifu told me the reason. It turned out that when Shixiong returned home, he discovered that his family had been slaughtered by someone. The enemy was a mid-tier sect, and the entire family was exterminated because the son of the sect leader had taken a fancy to their ancestral jade pendant... In that sect, there was a purple-level elder who was not strong enough to avenge him at that time."

  "At first, the master wanted to use the sect's power to help him, but his brother's attitude was very firm and he flatly refused, saying that he would take revenge with his own hands. The master didn't force it again, letting him be, but while he diligently cultivated, he became even more indifferent, except for maintaining basic respect in front of the master, he was extremely cold to everyone else, not caring about anything."

  "Actually, my senior brother's heart is very bitter. He's cold towards me, I don't blame him. But I hope he can be happy again and return to the mischievous person he was twelve years ago, like a monkey who loves to tease people."

  Liu Yanran finished speaking, her face already covered in tears. She turned around and walked towards the courtyard gate with her back to Ling Qingyan. Her figure seemed a bit desolate. "Qingyan brother, I'll go first."

  "Uh-huh."

  Ling Qing nodded, and then a strange expression appeared on his slightly childish face.

  That thin and weak man, twelve years ago was like a mischievous monkey? Liked to tease people? Liu Yanran's words made Ling Qingyan feel the depth of hatred in the thin and weak man's heart even more, which actually led to such an earth-shaking change. Those eyes filled with coldness and bloodthirstiness still left a deep impression on Ling Qingyan.

  At the same time, a bright light began to appear in Ling Qingyan's eyes, which seemed to be a hint of determination.

  ………

  That night, after eating the dinner sent by the kitchen disciples of the Tianjian Sect, Ling Qingyan lay on his bed, thinking with a sense of melancholy about the experience of the frail man that Liu Yanran had told him about in the afternoon.

  Power! On the continent of Chongwu, it is indeed power that reigns supreme.

  At this moment, based on the original foundation, Ling Qingyan's mentality has changed again, and he seems to have a deeper feeling for the law of the jungle in Chongwu Continent. At this time, in Ling Qingyan's heart, a spark had been buried, a spark with a goal, determination, constantly growing towards the peak of martial arts, until the spark bursts out.

  PS: Tomorrow, Qing Yan will be going to Jian Zhang. Xia Xie doesn't want to waste his brain writing about the idle scenes of Tian Jian Sect either, so he'll directly enter the main topic! I believe this is also what brothers and sisters hope to see.