Zhangsun Fengye, as the Holy Son of the Misty Sacred Ground, was well-versed in many matters.

Back in the day, during the main vein’s turmoil of the Four Holy Sects, Han Shan’s mother fought a desperate battle against more than a dozen enemy cultivators to help Han Yingyang vie for the position of Holy Lord.

After a fierce fight, both sides suffered heavy losses.

Had it not been for Han Shan’s mother having recently given birth, the outcome would have certainly been different. For Han Yingyang, she sacrificed her life.

But how did Han Yingyang treat her child?

Abandoned, with no word for hundreds of years. A few years ago, by chance, he found Han Shan but instead of nurturing him, he caused even more trouble.

Did Han Yingyang, a Mahayana cultivator, really not know about the Second Young Master Han He’s search for Han Shan?

It was all with Han Yingyang’s silent consent.

“Such a virtuous wife, Han Yingyang truly doesn’t deserve her.”

Zhangsun Fengye sighed inwardly, feeling that the main vein of the Four Holy Sects was a complete mess.

Even if there was no affection between Han Yingyang and Han Shan, considering his mother’s sacrifice in protecting the Dao, she deserved better treatment!

Perhaps, from the start, Han Yingyang never truly loved Han Shan’s mother and was always using her.

“Medicine.”

Chen Qingyuan looked at the severely injured Yu Beiting, hardly able to imagine what the scene would have been like had he not appeared.

“Give it to him.”

Han Yingyang turned to an Elder in charge of medicinal pills, his expression dark and his voice slightly hoarse.

The Elder took out a precious pill and handed it to Han Shan.

Han Shan looked up at Chen Qingyuan, his eyes complex, as if asking whether there was anything wrong with the pill.

“Give it to the Predecessor! As long as the brains of these old fellows from the Four Holy Sects aren’t waterlogged, they wouldn’t dare tamper with the medicine.”

In front of the high-ranking members of the Four Holy Sects’ main vein, Chen Qingyuan spoke his mind without reservation.

Everyone’s hearts were heavy, wishing they could tear Chen Qingyuan to pieces. Yet, they lacked the courage and the ability to do so.

Han Shan placed the pill into Yu Beiting’s mouth, which turned into a cool liquid and directly entered his body, swiftly circulating through his system.

Visibly, Yu Beiting’s broken bones and meridians began to reform.

In just over a dozen breaths, Yu Beiting’s pain was halved, and he could feel his limbs again.

“This…” Yu Beiting slowly sat up, looked around at the people, and asked in confusion, “Xiao Shan, what’s going on?”

“Master, I will explain everything to you later,” Han Shan said softly.

“Alright.” Yu Beiting nodded with a puzzled look.

“Let’s go!”

Chen Qingyuan signaled to Han Shan with a glance.

Thus, under the intense hostility of the people from the Four Holy Sects, Chen Qingyuan and his companions left unscathed.

After they left, it was said that Han Yingyang returned to his cave dwelling, flew into a rage, and destroyed many mountains and trees to vent his frustration.

It was rumored that the Second Young Master Han He was severely punished, with dozens of whip marks on his back, looking extremely ferocious, causing the guards to tremble with fear, not daring to make any move, lest they bring trouble upon themselves.

Meanwhile, in a city near the Misty Palace.

This was the territory of the Misty Palace, safe from the surveillance and tracking of the Four Holy Sects.

In a secluded courtyard, Han Shan was explaining the ins and outs of the situation to his Master Yu Beiting.

Inside the courtyard, Chen Qingyuan and Zhangsun Fengye sat opposite each other, sipping tea, with a chessboard between them, engaged in a game.

“Brother Chen, you’ve really made enemies with the Four Holy Sects this time.”

Zhangsun Fengye fanned himself lightly with his left hand while his right hand held a chess piece, pondering where to place it.

“What’s there to fear?” Chen Qingyuan was nonchalant. “There are many powers in the world; it’s inevitable to offend some. The Four Holy Sects have humiliated Old Han so, once I grow stronger, I’ll give those old fellows a good thrashing, one by one.”

Chen Qingyuan huffed, still somewhat dissatisfied with the outcome of the event.

After all, Chen Qingyuan didn’t dare to push things too far, as a desperate fight with the Four Holy Sects would be problematic. The grudge would be left for Han Shan to settle in the future.

“I look forward to seeing that day,” Zhangsun Fengye chuckled.

“Thanks for your help this time; it wouldn’t have been so easy for me to enter the Four Holy Sects. I owe you one.”

Chen Qingyuan was clear about debts of gratitude and repayment.

“It’s a small matter; I just showed you the way.”

While it seemed Zhangsun Fengye hadn’t done much, he played a crucial role. His reputation in the Renling Star Domain was significant, and even the Four Holy Sects dared not neglect him.

It was precisely because of this that Chen Qingyuan was able to appear at the critical moment and protect Han Shan. Otherwise, if more time had passed, Yu Beiting might have been killed, beyond help.

“If there’s anything I can do for you in the future, just say the word,” Chen Qingyuan made a promise.

“Sure.”

Zhangsun Fengye accepted the offer without demur.

After playing chess for a while, a gentle breeze occasionally brushed their faces, stirring their hair.

Han Shan told Yu Beiting to rest well and came straight to the courtyard.

“Old Han, how’s your Master?”

Chen Qingyuan asked with concern.

“He’s out of danger now. Master asked me to thank you. If it weren’t for your intervention, I’m afraid…”

Han Shan bowed deeply to Chen Qingyuan, very solemnly.

Seeing this, Chen Qingyuan quickly helped Han Shan up, speaking very seriously, “We’re brothers; don’t be so formal. If you act like a stranger again, I’ll be angry.”

“Alright.” Han Shan looked into Chen Qingyuan’s eyes, his tense heartstrings relaxed, and he smiled, “I won’t be so formal in the future.”

“That’s more like it.”

Chen Qingyuan nodded in satisfaction.

“Thank you, Young Master.”

Han Shan, not recognizing Zhangsun Fengye, bowed.

“I am Zhangsun Fengye, Dao Friend, there’s no need for formalities.”

Whether out of respect for Chen Qingyuan or because of Han Shan’s mother’s reputation, Zhangsun Fengye did not show any disdain and returned the smile.

Then, Chen Qingyuan suggested, “Let’s go somewhere else for a drink!”

“Sure.” Han Shan nodded vigorously.

Before Zhangsun Fengye could respond, Chen Qingyuan whisked Han Shan away.

“I was about to win this game; is he doing this on purpose?”

In the courtyard, Zhangsun Fengye looked down at the chessboard, lost in thought for a while.

Definitely!

No doubt about it.

Zhangsun Fengye shook his head with a light chuckle, finding his interactions with Chen Qingyuan both frustrating and amusing.

Then, Zhangsun Fengye quickly followed Chen Qingyuan’s steps.

The three of them headed to a quiet cultivator’s tavern in the city, seeking peace.

Sitting in a private room upstairs, they raised their glasses and chatted, their relationship growing stronger.

After a few rounds of drinks, Chen Qingyuan suddenly sensed a familiar presence nearby.

So, he pushed open the window of the private room and looked towards a street in the city, indeed spotting a familiar face, both surprised and delighted.

“Liu girl, what are you doing here?”

Chen Qingyuan transmitted his voice.

Startled by Chen Qingyuan’s voice, Liu Lingran’s delicate body trembled slightly. Following the direction of the sound, she turned her head and saw him, her joy uncontainable, “Junior Master!”