Chapter 3 Coercion

  Today is the third update~ Thank you to Gu Ge, You Xia and Yang Guang Mei for your rewards, it's not easy for a new book on its first day~~~ Thinking back to those years ago, my first book was really miserable...

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  Time flies quickly, and before I knew it, the sun had already set in the west. The entire afternoon was spent pondering how to improve my strength, wanting to become a Soul Master isn't just something you can say, without cultivating the proper methods, it's extremely difficult to make progress.

  Before Zong Yin could think of a solution, Zhao Ya Jing entered her own room. As soon as she entered the door, without waiting for Zong Yin to speak, she took a step ahead and said: "Yin Er, wait until we get to the main hall, no matter what happens, you don't have to say anything, Mother will handle everything. Got it?"

  Zong Yin opened his mouth, thought for a moment and closed it again, nodding his head. In his opinion, this dinner party had little to do with him.

  Mu Zongguan lowered his head and couldn't see his expression, still standing respectfully at the door, waiting for the two to attend the dinner party. When Zong Yin came out, he led the two of them towards the grand hall.

  Perhaps because the two had just arrived, when they entered the hall, there was only one person sitting in the master's position, Zong Yue, who looked dusty and tired. From his expression, it was not difficult to see that this trip seemed to be not very smooth.

  Zong Yue did not disappoint as one of the strongest in the Ninth Ring City, and even before approaching, a wave of pressure came crashing down.

  His face was not angry but majestic, with high and bulging muscles full of explosive power. Countless ferocious scars were densely distributed on his exposed skin. His tightly locked eyebrows seemed to be furious at any time, perhaps because he was in a bad mood, sitting upright there, but making people feel heavy pressure.

  "Yaa, you're here."

  As soon as Zao Yajing entered the hall, Zong Yue's originally furrowed eyebrows suddenly relaxed a bit, and a gentle emotion flowed between his brows, staring straight at Zao Yajing and saying softly.

  "Master, I'm here."

  Zhao Yajing heard the nickname that she hadn't heard for who knows how long, her whole body trembled, her eyes reddened, and with a complex expression, she stared at Zong Yue. She opened her mouth as if wanting to ask why he had been so heartless all these years, but in the end, she slightly bowed her head, and a thousand words turned into one respectful sentence.

  Zong Yue's body suddenly stiffened, his face turned from red to green, and a hint of guilt slowly appeared on his face.

  "You've worked hard all these years, take a seat, wait until everyone arrives, I have something to say."

  After a while, Zong Yue finally came back to his senses and returned to his previous appearance, gesturing for Zhao Yajing to sit down casually.

  Zhao Yajing also knew her identity and carefully sat down in the last seat, afraid that there were nails on the chair.

  But Zong Yue never looked at Zong Yin from start to finish, as if this person didn't exist in his line of sight.

  His eyes turned cold and he glared at him, no matter what space he was in, it made him uncomfortable. And yet, no matter how you put it, he was his own son, but he treated him as if he didn't exist?

  Suppressing the anger in his heart, Zong Yin also knew that he was nothing now, and honestly sat down in the seat next to Zhao Ya Jing, lowering his head, staring blankly at the pattern on the table. At this moment, Zong Yin suddenly discovered that he had slowly entered the role of Zong Yin, it seemed that the memories of the two were not swallowed up but merged.

  Zong Yiren doesn't care about this either, after all he is still himself, and life goes on as usual. Judging from the current situation, it's unlikely that things will go back to the way they were before.

  More so is his inner desire for the unknown, for fantasy adventures that are motivating him, which is also the reason why he quickly entered the role of Zong Yin.

  Zhao Yajing had just sat down for a short while, as if they had agreed beforehand, Zong Yue's other two wives entered the hall from both sides of the main hall, one on the left and one on the right. They slightly bowed to Zong Yue and then sat down beside him.

  The second lady, with a kind and gentle expression, nodded towards Zhao Yajing, then glanced at Zong Yin with a complex gaze before withdrawing her own gaze. As for the famous big madam, known for being ruthless and cunning, she had an arrogant attitude, completely ignoring Zhao Yajing and Zong Yin, and was self-absorbed in playing with the bangles on her hand.

  "Master, Madam said she's not feeling well today and won't be having dinner."

  After the two ladies sat down, Mu Zongguan stood respectfully behind Zong Yue with his head bowed.

  Upon hearing this answer, Zong Yue's breathing paused for a moment before returning to normal. He seemed as if nothing had happened and simply waved his hand. Several maids entered in a line, carrying trays of food, and various dishes that Zong Xian had never seen before filled the entire table.

  "Let's dig in, and talk while we eat."

  After the wine and dishes were ready, Zong Yue picked up the ivory chopsticks beside him, but didn't say anything as he had said, seemingly brewing how to start.

  Zhao Yajing waited until the first and second madams had picked up their chopsticks before she did the same. Zong was silent, also picking up his chopsticks, and he was actually very interested in these foods that he had never tasted before.

  Unfortunately, before he could even taste the latest dish, Zong Yue had already spoken up: "From today on, Zong Yin is the fourth young master of the Zong Manor. Due to his many years of drifting outside, he hasn't received systematic education and has lost his identity. After a period of time, he will be sent to the best soul school in the Imperial Capital for further training."

  Zong Yue's words were abrupt and seemed to be spoken with great determination, after which he fell silent, continuously picking at the dishes in his bowl without looking at Zong Yin or Zhao Yajing.

  He didn't have much feeling about this, but instead had some secret joy in his heart. Once he arrived at the Soul Academy, he would be able to find a way to cultivate his soul, which was exactly what he wanted.

  What made him puzzled was that as soon as Zong Yue's voice fell, Zhao Yajing's hand froze in mid-air, staring at Zong Yue with a shocked gaze, her expression changing from shock to despair and then from despair to anger.

  After the half-smile, Zhao Yajing suddenly had a miserable smile, that one smile in Zong Yin's eyes was so helpless and desperate, just like a drop of blood suddenly falling on the snowy white world, bleakly beautiful, gorgeous.

  "So you let Yiner recognize his ancestors and return to his clan, planning to use him as a hostage! To replace your three sons to go to their deaths! It turns out they are your flesh and blood, but Yiner is not, right? I thought you had a change of heart! Haha! I'm so foolish! Lord Zong Yuecheng, your heart is so ruthless! Yiner, let's leave!"

  As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Yajing put down her chopsticks and bowed to Zong Yue, then pulled Zong Yin out.

  Zong Yin was still in a daze, completely unclear what Zhao Yajing was saying. He only went to the Soul Academy for further study, so why did she say he was replacing others to go die?

  "Is the ancestral hall a place where you can come and go as you please? You may leave, but the flesh and blood of the Zong family will stay behind."

  Zong Yue still showed no expression, and the cold smile of the silent Mrs. suddenly appeared, her hand waved, and two extremely similar-looking strong men suddenly emerged to block the entrance of the hall. The two strong men simultaneously stretched out one hand, blocking Zhao Yajing's path, and the aura emanating from their bodies even surpassed that of the twelve guards at the door.

  "Zong Yue! Have you really abandoned all sentiment?!"

  Zhao Yajing's face turned pale upon hearing this, and she turned around with a fixed gaze at Zong Yue.

  Zong Yue seemed to have neither heard nor seen what was happening in front of him, and continued to slowly pick food into his own bowl, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

  Zhao Yajing knew what Zong Yue meant as soon as she saw him, and without looking at Zong Yin, she pulled his hand to a position where others couldn't see and kept writing the character "run" on his palm.

  "Those who don't drink the toast will be punished with a penalty drink. Ah Da, Ah Er, please ask Third Madame and Young Master to return to their original seats. From today on, you two will be in charge of protecting them personally. If anything goes wrong..."

  The madam gave a disdainful snort and muttered something, the two burly men at the door heard her order and immediately placed their hands on Zhao Yajing's and Zong Yin's shoulders. Zong Yin felt a strange and unexplainable power surge through his body from his shoulders, causing him to lose control of his limbs, and he was instantly pressed back into his seat.

  Zhao Yajing had also cultivated the power of Guohun, resisting Ah Da's control with all her might, refusing to be suppressed back down, and finally even a thread of blood seeped out from the corner of her mouth.

  Seeing this scene, Zong Yin's original annoyance suddenly turned into anger. In his heart, he had already regarded Zhao Yajing as his own mother. At this moment, someone allowed his mother to be harmed, and a fierce fire of anger ignited in Zong Yin's heart!

  "Let her go! Otherwise I'll bite my tongue and die! Believe me, if I die, there will definitely be someone who will suffer with me!"