Chapter 47: Identity

  "Tang Yan, brother, I'll go back first, let's play another day." Tang Ying smiled at Tang Yan.

  Xiao Tang Ying actually smiled? Or is it at Tang Yan? It seems to be quite sweet? The expressions of the young men and women in the family suddenly became strange, even Tang Ming Zhong and Tang Ming Jing slightly changed their faces. Especially Tang Ming Zhong, his heart couldn't help but feel a little anxious, he only has this precious daughter, doesn't want her to be ruined by that rascal Tang Yan.

  "Cough cough, everyone's dispersed, go home! " Tang Mingzhong's face turned stern as he pulled Tang Ying quickly into the Tang Manor.

  "Ade, arrange a room for my friend, don't make it too far from mine." Tang Yan followed Tang Ming Jing into the gate and shouted at the butler.

  "Huh?" The family butler, Adou, was taken aback. Due to his close relationship with the eldest young master, he had hardly ever spoken to the second young master before. The second young master also had a sense of self-awareness and would never take the initiative to provoke him, let alone make arrangements. What's going on today? Calling out his name directly?

  "Du Yang, follow Adai, if you need anything just ask him directly, don't be polite, I guess you won't be polite either." Tang Yan walked into the gate, once again indirectly reminding Adai.

  Adie glanced at the young master and said respectfully: "Second Master, rest assured, I will make arrangements properly."

  Tang Qian gazed at Tang Yan's back, a hint of something indescribable flickering in his eyes. Without leaving any trace, he instructed the person beside him: "Keep a close eye on him, report to me immediately if there's any news."

  Tang Yan followed Tang Ming Jing into the inner courtyard, enthusiastically sizing up the surrounding buildings and garden layout. There was a kind of elegance reminiscent of Jiangnan gardens, yet also a hint of rustic simplicity and grandeur. The combination of these two contradictory elements surprisingly didn't feel incongruous, but instead had a unique style.

  Before long, the two arrived at the deepest part of the backyard, a rarely visited forbidden area. Along the winding path between the artificial hills, they extended deep into the distance and curved to arrive in front of a quiet stone gate.

  "Master of the house, Second Young Master, Old Master is waiting inside." Tang Jun personally opened the stone gate for the two and waited until they entered before slowly closing it again, guarding it from here.

  "Father (Grandfather)." Tang Ming Jing and Tang Yan bowed to the elderly man sitting in meditation facing forward.

  "Come here, let me take a look." A hint of a warm smile appeared on Tang Yanshan's cold and hard face.

  Tang Yan didn't hesitate and sat down in front of him. As for this grandfather who had been pampering him since he was a child, Tang Yan naturally wouldn't have any resistance. Moreover, although Tang Yanshan often closed himself off to cultivate his skills, within the Tang family, he was all-knowing and all-seeing. He understood what needed to be known and what didn't need to be known clearly, so there was no need to hide anything.

  Tang Ming Jing stood beside him, carefully watching Tang Yan Song's examination, with a hint of expectation and tension.

  Tang Yanshan examined it for a long time, carefully and meticulously, and finally took two drops of blood from the tip of Tang Yan's finger, starting to sense it carefully.

  "Father, is it that kind of pulse?" Tang Ming's nervousness grew even more intense.

  Tang Yanshan took a deep breath, and his eyes gleamed with a hint of sharpness: "It can't be wrong! The pulse of the demon spirit!"

  Tang Ming Jing's spirit was greatly lifted: "Then let's get in touch now..."

  Tang Yanshan quietly made a gesture, interrupting his words and asked Tang Yan: "When the blood pulse is activated, has anything special happened?"

  Tang Yan looked at Tang Ming Jing, then at Tang Yan Shan, and vaguely felt that the two of them were somewhat abnormal. "I only got some inheritance, an introduction to the Youling Pulse. Father, grandfather, I have a question, is the Youling Pulse related to yours?"

  Tang Ming said: "No, this is a completely different spiritual vein."

  "Am I your biological child or adopted?"

  Tang Ming glared at him fiercely: "Nonsense!!"

  "The child you gave birth to is completely different from your own bloodline, don't you feel strange? Don't you think there's a problem? For example... what was it... hats... didn't you investigate?"

  "Uh...cough, cough..." Tang Ming Jing's eyes twitched at the corners, and he quickly changed the subject: "Tell me about your experiences over this period of time in great detail, don't hide anything, or I'll lock you up!!"

  "There must be a problem, you're really magnanimous." Tang Yan muttered twice and slowly told the story he had prepared in advance. The general content was not concealed, but the two things about the Undying Yanyu Jue and the Dusty Yuan Pavilion were cleverly avoided. Not that he didn't trust them, but just to keep his own secrets.

  After listening to his account, Tang Yanshan and Tang Mingjing unanimously believed that this series of bizarre events all originated from the 'magic green flower' in the deep pool, but also felt a bit absurd, where on earth would there be such a coincidence.

  Tang Yanshan refused to give up and once again reached out to examine Tang Yan's body. This time, he finally caught a few strands of something strange in the air sea.

  "Don't worry, old man, I'm fine." Tang Yanxin suddenly felt something and quickly interrupted Tang Yanshan, embracing him intimately and chuckling: "This is what they call 'great calamity, great blessing'. My grandson here has a face full of good fortune, nothing bad will happen to him."

  Tang Ming's face turned pale with anger: "Yan'er, mind your manners!!"

  Tang Yanshan was also made very helpless by Tang Yan, the usual dignity and toughness would lose effect every time in front of this kid: "This matter is a bit strange, be careful as much as possible, if you feel uncomfortable anywhere, come to me immediately, don't hide anything."

  "Of course, between you and me, I absolutely won't be polite."

  Tang Ming Jing and Tang Yan Shan shook their heads helplessly: "Alright, you go back first."

  "Uh... hehe... dear Grandpa, I... "Tang Yan rubbed his hands together and squeezed in closer to Tang Yan Shuang, saying with a sheepish expression: "I heard that our family has three top-notch Spirit-level martial skills? Called Eagle Wing Expansion, Lava Seal, and Bursting Seal? Now that I've become a Martial Spirit, and I'm your most beloved grandson... you see... is it... hehe... possible?"

  "Alright, here!" Tang Yanhui hastily pushed away Tang Yan and took out three ancient wooden plaques from his bosom: "Tang Qiang should have given you the Blazing Technique already. The other three are all here, with some of my own insights inside. Practice well, don't waste them, and remember to destroy them after memorizing, especially don't let your older brother know."

  Tang Yan simply replied, his spirit stirred with excitement. He tightly hugged Tang Yan Shu and gave him a big kiss on the forehead: "Grandpa, grandson loves you, your later years are now in my hands, I guarantee to be filial and obedient, just wait for a life of ease and comfort."

  Tang Yan's expression stiffened, and he subconsciously touched the head that had been kissed. His face turned as weird as possible. Tang Ming Jing was dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

  "By the way, old man, doesn't our family have any spiritual-level martial skills? Something related to petrification or controlling rocks would be fine too, as long as it's a spiritual-level skill, I'm not picky."

  "What nonsense!! Too ridiculous!!" Tang Ming Jing's face turned pale and then red, staring with wide eyes: "Do you think that Spirit-level martial skills are like cabbages? Our family's total collection of Spirit-level martial skills doesn't even add up to ten volumes!!"

  "Huh? I remember you said there were only six, indeed, you still have stock!!"

  "Tang Ming Jing was silent for a long time, suddenly discovering that this kid had become smarter and more reckless."

  Tang Yanshan said: "Let Tang Jun take you to the Treasure Pavilion, whatever martial skill you want, just pick one."

  "Alright alright alright, I knew Grandpa was the best! You guys keep chatting, I'm leaving first!!"

  "Tang Ming Jing called out: 'Wait, about this matter of Zhou Ling Wang, you temporarily put it aside and pretend nothing happened. This matter is a bit sensitive, let us handle everything.'"

  "I understand!!"

  "Keep a low profile for the time being, as low-key as possible!"

  "Don't worry!"

  "There's nothing special, don't leave the Tang Manor."

  "I know."

  After Tang Yan left, the secret room fell into a slight silence. The faces of the two people slowly sank, and Tang Ming said: "Since Yan has activated his spiritual vein, he no longer belongs to the Tang family. Should we send him back? After all, that's where he can grow best."

  "Is it really suitable? I don't think so! What kind of place is that, you should understand, the genius that outsiders think is nothing there, Yan Er is already 15 years old this year, just completed his baptism, and going there can only become a laughing stock, enduring ridicule." Tang Yanshan let out a long sigh, with a complex expression, silent for a while, then said: "Ming Jing, although Yan Er is not your biological child, we have raised him since he was young, always treating him as our own flesh and blood. Can you bear to watch him struggle and suffer in that kind of environment? Moreover, his identity is somewhat sensitive, and we are not clear about the current situation inside. If we force him to go back and something happens to his life, what then?"

  "This..."

  "After careful consideration, I decided to let him stay in the Tang family, at least we can provide a relatively safe environment for him."

  "Although it's said so, but... if his father finds out, how can we be responsible?"

  "His father? Is he still alive?"

  Tang Ming Jing fell silent for a moment, shook his head bitterly: "Forget it, let's leave it at that for now."

  "Don't tell him about this, lest it brings him stress. Some things, knowing them isn't necessarily a good thing."

  "I know what to do now."

  "And also about Zhou Ling Wang's matter, you be careful with the handling, unless absolutely necessary, do not take proactive measures, and cannot let the outside world know that Zhou Ling Lu is in our hands."