Lin Jiuxiao and others, upon seeing this, rose to their feet in unison, with a sparkle in their eyes, struggling to suppress the excitement in their hearts.

"Is it true? Is it Ancient Martial Arts?"

Fan Kedi violently turned his head, staring fixedly at Lin Jiuxiao, with intense light shining in his eyes.

"Yes! Yes! Ancient Martial Arts! Absolutely Ancient Martial Arts! We can't see through his strength, we can't understand his Cultivation Technique, it must be Ancient Martial Arts! Haha! Haha! Finally, our Chixiao Sect has someone to practice Ancient Martial Arts again!" Lin Jiuxiao was so excited that he had tears brimming in his eyes.

Fan Shuqian's eyes were ablaze as she watched Jiang Chen on the stage, but her gaze was tinged with worry, "He seems to really dislike our Chixiao Sect, what should we do? Should we forcibly keep him here? With his strength, we couldn't possibly keep him, should we ask...

"Sister!" Fan Kedi suddenly scolded in a low voice, interrupting Fan Shuqian's words.

"He might have a past with Ming Long, let's wait and see, hoping that his relationship with Ming Long is out of the ordinary!"

Lin Jiuxiao stared fixedly at Jiang Chen, his gaze filled with intense anticipation; as the Sect Master of the Chixiao Sect, no one understood better than he did the importance of someone who practiced Ancient Martial Arts to their sect.

Lu Zhengqiu parried Jiang Chen's strike, retreating to the edge of the platform before stopping. He felt a tenacious blood-colored aura added to his body, which left him shocked. After trying, he found that he couldn't expel it and looked at Jiang Chen with a shocked expression on his face.

Mo Tianze took a deep breath, pushed down the turmoil inside him, and stepped over to Jiang Minglong's side, glancing at the two.

At that moment, Jiang Chen and Jiang Minglong were both staring at each other intently, without blinking, excitement to the extreme showing in their eyes.

"Chen'er! Is that you?" Jiang Minglong broke the silence, looking at Jiang Chen full of hope.

Clang!

With a hum, the Blood Saber was sheathed.

Thump!

Jiang Chen knelt upright in front of Jiang Minglong, and called out excitedly, "Dad! Your unfilial son, Jiang Chen, has come to take you home!"

"What?!"

"He is Brother Ming Long's son?!"

"It turns out to be Brother Ming Long's son?"

"Brother Ming Long's son is that amazing?"

"Holy shit! Our Chixiao Sect is on the rise! Haha! Chixiao Sect is mighty! Brother Ming Long is domineering!"

The crowd around the stage erupted with joyful cries.

Lin Jiuxiao and the others shuddered with delight written all over their faces.

"Good! Good son! Good son indeed! Haha... Ming Long has a good son!" Lin Jiuxiao could no longer restrain his excited mood, laughing out loud.

"He's not your son. What are you so happy about? He's my grand disciple!" Fan Shuqian glared at Lin Jiuxiao, a hint of jealousy in her voice.

"It's all the same, haha!"

"Haha..."

A chorus of elders laughed aloud.

"Good child, get up! Quick, stand up!"

On the arena, Jiang Chen's call of "Dad" brought tears to Jiang Minglong's eyes. After so many years, he had finally heard this title again. Snapping back to reality, he quickly reached out to help Jiang Chen to his feet.

"Dad, have you been well these years? Did the Chixiao Sect give you a hard time?"

Jiang Chen ignored Mo Tianze, who was trying to speak up nearby, and stared straight into Jiang Minglong's eyes, his hand already on the handle of his cane. The moment a hint of resentment flashed in Jiang Minglong's eyes, Jiang Chen was ready to draw his sword and seek justice for his father.

Perceiving the faint murderous intent in Jiang Chen, Mo Tianze glanced at Jiang Chen's right hand holding the cane's handle and felt a mix of relief and concern.

He was well aware that after being trapped in the Sect for so many years, it was impossible for Jiang Minglong not to harbor any resentment. If this resentment led to Jiang Chen's dissatisfaction with the Sect, it could be disastrous.

Looking at Lin Jiuxiao and others to the north who were visibly excited, Mo Tianze sighed quietly.

Noticing Mo Tianze's gaze, Lin Jiuxiao and the others felt a pang of nervousness, suddenly remembering what Fan Shuqian had said. That youth seemed to hold a grudge against the Sect.

"No, the Sect has treated me well, cultivating me with great effort, it's just..." Jiang Minglong gently shook his head, a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Chen's heart trembled, and he spoke anxiously. Blood Saber was already subtly drawn, ready to burst forth with tremendous killing intent.

Mo Tianze's whole body shook, and he quickly turned to Jiang Minglong, praying inwardly.

"It's just that your mother and you have been wronged. Without me by your side... you must have suffered a lot, haven't you?" Jiang Minglong reached out to touch the top of Jiang Chen's head, rubbing it gently as if Jiang Chen were still a child.

Mo Tianze let out a sigh of relief, silently cursing Jiang Minglong for his melodramatic actions, which had nearly given him a heart attack.

He also noticed that Jiang Chen practiced Ancient Martial Arts and understood the importance of an Ancient Martial artist to the Sect, which is why he was concerned about Jiang Chen's attitude toward the Sect.

"Dad! It's okay! Mom and I are fine, it's just... Mom has always missed you, and she even thought..."

Jiang Chen was too emotional to finish his sentence, his eyes filling with tears. He was like a wronged yet stubborn child who didn't want to admit his feelings, turning his head away to avoid looking into Jiang Minglong's eyes.

Jiang Minglong's heart quivered; he knew all too well the suffering Jiang Chen and his mother must have endured.

Tears started to stream from Jiang Minglong's eyes as he embraced Jiang Chen in his arms.

Finally, the always strong-willed Jiang Chen cried as well.

Over the years, he had truly suffered, but he had never had a shoulder to lean on. Now that he had found his father, the man who had once held up the sky for him as a child, he could no longer hold back, letting out all his grievances through his tears.

In that moment, he cried unrestrainedly, just like a child, truly without inhibition, as if there were only the two of them in the whole world!

The people around the arena all fell silent, quietly watching the father and son embracing and crying on the platform, not wanting to disturb them.

"You're really an old bastard!" Fan Shuqian turned her head to glance at Fan Kedi and muttered under her breath.

Fan Kedi gave a bitter smile without any rebuttal; it was he who had captured Jiang Minglong and brought him to the mountain all those years ago.

After a while, Jiang Chen recovered, wiping his tears on Jiang Minglong's clothes like he did when he was a child. When he let go of Jiang Minglong, he regained his usual composure.

Looking at the wet spot on his shoulder, Jiang Minglong warmed inside. Now he truly felt at ease; his son did not blame him. This only made Jiang Minglong feel even more guilty.

"Dad, how should we deal with that despicable bastard!" A glint of murderous intent flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes as he looked at Li Wushuang, who had been helped up by others under the platform.

Jiang Minglong's expression darkened, and he turned to Mo Tianze beside him: "Master, let the Sect handle this matter."

"The Sect?"

Jiang Chen sneered coldly, "He is the disciple of the Sect's Second Elder. Now that you're unharmed, I'm afraid they will downplay the incident and let it go unaddressed."

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