Chapter 395: Xiaofan Emerges!

Chapter 395: Xiaofan Emerges!

"Can you tell me about your master?"

Lin Xian'er blinked her bright eyes. It was evident that she was gradually emerging from her sadness. Though Ling Feng hadn't comforted her gently, his approach seemed effective in its own way.

"He's your father." Ling Feng smiled faintly. "Actually, I didn't know your father for very long, but every day I have known him, he misses his wife and misses his daughter..."

Ling Feng patiently recounted many things about Duanmu Qingshan. Lin Xian'er hadn't grown up in the Wenxian Sect, so she knew little about the internal conflicts of the sect.

In fact, she had no idea who Duanmu Qingshan was at all.

However, through Ling Feng's narrative, she finally gained a rough understanding of Duanmu Qingshan. When she heard how he coaxed Ling Feng into becoming the sect leader, she burst into laughter.

"So, Duanmu Qingshan has left the Wenxian Sect to search for his daughter?" Lin Xian'er asked, biting her lip.

"Yes, he sacrificed a lot for you." Ling Feng smiled faintly. "If Master knew I helped him find his daughter, he would surely be happy."

"Oh..." Lin Xian'er bit her lip, showing some discomfort with her new identity.

Ling Feng understood. Back when he learned that his grandfather wasn't Ling Kun but rather the Medical Saint, Ling Hanyang, he had similar feelings.

"So, should I call you Miss Xian'er or Junior Sister Duanmu?" Ling Feng asked as he smiled slightly.

Lin Xian'er was Duanmu Qingshan's daughter, so naturally, she was his junior sister.

"Just call me Xian'er." Lin Xian'er squeezed her fist. "At least, until I reunite with him."

"Alright." Ling Feng nodded. He knew abandoning the past was difficult, but as long as Lin Xian'er could cheer up, that was enough.

"I believe that when you and your father meet, it will be a joyous occasion!" Ling Feng gently patted Lin Xian'er's shoulder. "Now that you're feeling better, let's return to Xuanwu Village together. I'm sure that your Senior Sister Yun must be worried about you."

"Mm-hmm." Lin Xian'er nodded, subconsciously grabbing Ling Feng's hand. "Ling Feng, thank you!"

As soon as Jiang Xiaofan emerged, he immediately kowtowed three times to Ling Feng.

Through the process of refining the Xuanwu blood, he realized how precious it was and felt deeply grateful to Ling Feng.

It could be said that without Ling Feng, there would be no Jiang Xiaofan of today!

"You rascal!"

Ling Feng helped Jiang Xiaofan up and punched him in the chest. The muscles on Jiang Xiaofan's body were as solid as iron, so Ling Feng's fist felt slightly numb from the impact.

With Jiang Xiaofan’s current defense, if Ling Feng didn't use the Heaven-Slaying Sword Art, it would be difficult to defeat him head-on.

The divine beast blood was truly powerful. Though his own cultivation of the Eight Desolations Body Refinement Art was of a high tier and his training method was extremely aggressive and swift, it still couldn't compare to the direct boost from the divine beast blood.

When Jiang Xiaofan learned that Ling Feng and the others had already dealt with Lin Canglang, he felt a bit regretful for not being able to personally avenge his father. However, he took solace in knowing that the spirits of his father and the villagers of Xuanwu Village could finally rest in peace.

The group stayed in Xuanwu Village for another three days. During this time, Jiang Xiaofan caught up with his mother and sister. With the presence of several powerful martial artists, the rebuilding process of the village accelerated significantly.

Even though more than half of the villagers had perished, leaving fewer than fifty survivors, they were determined to stay and rebuild their home.

After all, their roots were here.

Three days later, Xuanwu Village was rebuilt. The ruins had been replaced with new wooden houses and bamboo buildings. Gu Tengfeng even set up several defensive arrays around the village and taught the villagers how to activate them. With these arrays, common martial artists and demonic beasts would have a hard time causing any harm to Xuanwu Village.

Time flew by, and soon it was time to leave. Jiang Xiaofan bid a reluctant farewell to the villagers. Ling Feng and his companions had become heroes in the eyes of the villagers. Without their timely arrival, the entire village would have fallen to the Demon-Masked Lord and wouldn’t be able to live peacefully again.

The little girl, Jingjing, even shared her favorite scallion pancakes with Ling Feng. She remembered that the first time she met Ling Feng, she had bitten him hard. This was her way of making amends.

"Haha." Ling Feng laughed as he patted Jingjing's little head and slipped a thick stack of silver notes into her pocket. These notes were useless to him now, but they would greatly improve the lives of the simple villagers.

Given Jiang Xiaofan's current potential, it wouldn't be long before he could completely change the fate of Xuanwu Village.

But that was a story for another time...