Free Web NovelChapter 1899: Chapter 1761: Return to the Song Family (2)
After a moment of silence, the old man showed a look of confusion and said: "But, something’s odd. Why would the Shen Family, such a powerful family, want to control the card game from the shadows and meddle in worldly affairs?"
Song Yun replied: "They want to replace the Golden Dragon Palace with the card game, maybe to control some people? Or to participate in some conflicts?"
The old man shook his head and said: "Impossible, the Shen Family isn’t interested in worldly power. They’re doing this to acquire some resources or achieve some goal."
Song Yun said: "In short, they have a conspiracy, but what exactly it is, no one knows yet."
The old man fell into silence, a contemplative look on his face.
After a while, he said to Song Yun: "You killed all the SS-ranked members of the card game, sabotaging the Shen Family’s plans. They definitely won’t let you go. You need to be careful in the upcoming days."
Song Yun frowned slightly, feeling a bit frustrated. Once again, he accidentally offended a powerful family.
And this was really a powerful family, the kind even he couldn’t deal with.
"This token, you should take it." The old man tossed the "Shen" token to Song Yun.
Song Yun caught it and glanced down, with a puzzled expression on his face.
The master knew the Hermit Clan so well that he recognized the token at a glance. Could it be...
A thought crossed his mind, and Song Yun looked at the old man, raising an eyebrow and smiling: "Master, how do you know the Hermit Clan so well? Could it be that you’re also a hermit?"
"I’m not a hermit."
Facing Song Yun’s question, the old man immediately denied it.
Song Yun was unwilling and said: "If you’re not a hermit, how do you know so much about the Hermit Clan?"
The old man said: "It’s normal. As long as you’re a bit older and have cultivated to a certain level, and have come into contact with higher echelons, you’ll naturally learn about the Hermit Clan."
Song Yun pouted and said: "Old man, don’t try to fool me. Luo Badao, Sanjian, and the three Great Sacrificial Priests are all SS-rank experts, and they also know about the Hermit Clan. But when they saw this token, they didn’t know what it was. Yet you recognized the origin of the token at a glance. Do you dare say you have no connection with the Hermit Clan?"
"There is a connection, but I don’t belong to the Hermit Clan."
The old man said firmly.
Then he stood up, impatiently saying: "Song Yun, is this how you act as a disciple? Talking to your master like interrogating a criminal."
Song Yun said: "It’s only because you’re not honest with me."
The old man laughed and said: "The way you say it, it sounds like your wife cheated on you or something."
"Ugh!"
Song Yun made a retching motion, looking at his master with disgust, and said: "If I had a wife like you, then getting hit by a car would be a relief."
The old man changed the subject: "I hear you have quite a few wives now."
Song Yun, not at all ashamed, laughed and said: "Just a few, not even double digits yet."
"You really are shameless. How did I end up teaching a disciple like you."
The old man rolled his eyes at Song Yun and said: "By the way, I heard you have a broken sword that’s really powerful. Let me see it."
Song Yun took out the Blacklight Broken Sword and handed it to his master.
When the old man took the broken sword, his expression became very serious. He gently brushed his palm over the surface of the blade, his actions delicate and his eyes focused.
Song Yun had never seen his master treat an object this way, not even his favorite wine.
After a while, the old man returned the Blacklight Broken Sword to Song Yun, and solemnly said: "This sword should be a magic artifact."
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Upon receiving this answer, Song Yun was greatly shaken.
Because Yin Xi’s Manual recorded that magic artifacts could only be crafted by artifact refiners and were extremely powerful.
At the moment, Song Yun’s head was spinning. Today it’s the Hermit Clan, now it’s magic artifacts too. How many things on Earth does he not know about?
Although he knew about magic artifacts, he still confirmed with his master: "Master, what is a magic artifact?"
The old man said: "A magic artifact, simply put, is a powerful weapon."
"Where do magic artifacts come from, who made them?"
"Magic artifacts are scattered all over the world, extremely rare. It is said that modern instruments have tested them to be at least ten thousand years old. As for where they come from, that’s still a mystery. Because in this world, no one has ever personally created a magic artifact; all magic artifacts are discovered treasures."
"So, magic artifacts are inherited from ancient times? Then, where did those who crafted magic artifacts go ten thousand years ago? What level could those who could create magic artifacts have reached?"
Song Yun, somewhat agitated, asked three questions in a row.
Because he had a feeling that the people who crafted magic artifacts must have reached a level beyond the current measurable realm, as recorded in Yin Xi’s Manual, to create a magic artifact, one would at least need to reach the basic cultivation path.
Moreover, refining a magic artifact is very complex; every element such as the cauldron, alchemical fire, and refining materials is not simple.
In response to Song Yun’s queries, the old man rolled his eyes and said: "I’m not a deity, how would I know what things were like ten thousand years ago. But it’s certain that their power was much stronger than the hermits."
Song Yun pondered: "If that’s the case, where did those people go? Didn’t they leave any records?"
The old man said: "Back then, there was not even writing, who knows what happened. However, some in the Hermit Clan are now studying that ancient history. Even if they don’t know anything else, discovering a magic artifact is worthwhile."
As he spoke, the old man pointed to the Blacklight Broken Sword in Song Yun’s hand: "By the way, others don’t know that your broken sword is a magic artifact. Be careful and don’t expose it easily. Otherwise, if a knowledgeable person sees it, you won’t be able to keep it."
Song Yun said: "Old man, listening to you makes this world sound so dangerous."
The old man said: "A common man is innocent, but having a treasure makes him guilty. People will always target you because of it."
Song Yun put away the Blacklight Broken Sword, laughing: "Then I’d better improve my level quickly, so that when someone tries to take it, I can kill them."
"Easier said than done, hermits aren’t that easy to handle."
The old man pursed his lips.
The master and disciple talked for a long time, and after having a meal, Song Yun stayed the night in the Green Dragon Sect and left Taihang Mountain the next day.
As he was leaving, his master reminded him: "If you can’t win, run. A gentleman’s revenge can wait ten years, don’t act on impulse."
It seemed like the old man foresaw that Song Yun would face a crisis, and when he said this, his expression was particularly serious.
Song Yun kept these words in mind, then left the Green Dragon Sect.
He flew back to Yanjing in a helicopter, and after landing, he headed straight to the Song Family.
The women in the courtyard, though used to Song Yun being away for long periods, always showed joy when he came back. After all, Song Yun had been going out so frequently recently, and every time he returned, he only stayed a few days before leaving again.
Li Shishi and Hua Qingcheng were actually the ones who loved Song Yun the most deep down. The two of them approached and linked their arms with Song Yun on either side.
Feeling the soft bodies on both sides, all the thoughts and worries in Song Yun’s mind were thrown away.
What is called the blessing of having several wives?
This is called the blessing!
Song Yun asked with a mischievous smile: "Shishi, Qingcheng, do you want to sleep together tonight?"
Hua Qingcheng’s face turned red instantly, while Li Shishi pinched Song Yun’s waist secretly.
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Li Yueyue and Liu Ran stood by, giggling.
Qingluan and Xia Tian stood by the door, dressed in qipaos, smiling at Song Yun.
They were happy for Song Yun because, for the two of them, Song Yun was the closest person in the world. If there was anyone in the world who could truly hurt them, it could only be Song Yun.
