Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 174: Uncle from Heaven
By the end of October, the climate in Bianxia Town has become cold.

The sky was covered with dark clouds and the wind was cold. A team of one hundred people rode slowly on tall camels. Among them were women, children, the elderly and young children.

As the cold wind grew stronger, it began to rain.

Everyone, who were already feeling cold, immediately began to shiver when the rain hit them.

"What the hell is this place? Why is there desert everywhere? How long will it take to walk?"

"Mom, I'm so cold."

"Don't be afraid, dear."

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Some people in the team were complaining, and some women were coaxing their children.

"Okay, stop arguing and hurry up." An old man in brocade, with broad shoulders, a round waist and a fat face, listened to the noise of the crowd and shouted loudly.

This person is none other than Song Xian's grandfather, Old Man Hu. Although he is sixty years old and his hair and beard are white, he is in good health and much more energetic than the average young man in his thirties or forties who lives a life of luxury and is powerless.

In addition, he has lived a good life in recent years, and his complexion actually looks rosy.

At this moment, a baby's cry came from behind him. Old Man Hu looked panicked as if his life force had been grabbed. He hurried to the baby and said in a panic, "What's wrong? What happened? Oh, my dear!"

"Xiaobao was sleeping just now, but he might have woken up from the cold caused by the rain hitting the table." said the woman holding the baby.

"What's wrong with you? How could you let Baoer get wet in the rain? Don't you know to use something to block it?" The old man was furious and scolded the woman. He quickly took out a piece of cloth from the package, covered the baby with it, and coaxed the baby with a distressed look on his face.

"Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang." When the baby stopped crying, the old man shouted at the top of his lungs.

Zhang Yi, who was at the back of the team, heard Old Man Hu calling him, so he rushed to the front and said, "Uncle Hu, what's going on?"

"Brother Zhang, it's too cold here and it's raining. My little baby is freezing. Let's find a place to hide from the rain before we go!"

Zhang Yi felt somewhat helpless. All along the way, it was Old Man Hu who had the most trouble. Whenever the baby cried, no matter what the matter was, he would ask him to deal with it.

"Uncle Hu, look where we can hide from the rain nearby? Just hold on a little longer! We're almost at the mountain gate. The local guides said this desert is the most dangerous. We need to get out of here quickly, or else it'll be troublesome if a storm comes."

"Brother Zhang, we're already in Bianxi City, right? Why don't you dare go back to the mountain gate first? Don't you all know how to fly? Hurry up and tell my grandson to send someone to pick us up!"

"The magic weapon cannot carry so many people, not to mention so many valuables. Even if the master sends someone, they can only accompany me to escort. I have to leave. If something happens, no one can handle it. Let's go slowly!"

Old Man Hu widened his eyes, looked around, covered his mouth with his hands, and whispered, "Who said I had to bring so many people? Who am I? I'm the grandfather of our sect's headmaster. How can others enjoy the same treatment as me? Why don't you just tell my good grandson to take these people from my family away?"

Zhang Yi was speechless: "Uncle Hu, let's hurry up and leave! Don't waste time. Let's get to the mountain gate as soon as possible so we can rest."

After saying that, he turned around and went back to the end of the team.

"Hmph!" Old Man Hu snorted coldly, looking at Zhang Yi's back with hatred, thinking that when he arrived at the gate of Hunyuan Sect, he would definitely report you in front of his grandson and teach you a lesson.

.........

The sky was clear and the sun was bright, with no clouds in sight. Song Xian led a group of disciples to wait at the foot of the mountain gate. He had received news that the disciples and their families led by Zhang Yi were less than fifty miles away from the mountain gate.

To express his welcome and to comfort the disciples' families for their long journey, he made a special trip here to wait for them.

I don’t know how long it took, but in the distance, I saw a large group of camels slowly approaching.

"I'm coming."

"finally reached."

Several former disciples of the Qingyun Sect were already eager to meet their relatives, and when they saw the camel caravan, they started talking to each other.

Soon, the camel caravan arrived at the foot of the mountain gate.

"Good grandson."

"Good grandson."

Old Man Hu opened his arms and smiled as brightly as a flower, trotting towards Song Xian as if he wanted to give him a bear hug, and kept calling him his virtuous grandson.

This made Song Xian feel a little embarrassed. He stood there awkwardly, not knowing whether to show the joy of a grandparent meeting a grandchild and embrace him warmly, or to show the majesty of the headmaster.

Before he could figure out how to respond, Old Man Hu strode up to him, opened his arms and gave him a warm hug.

"Oh! My dear grandson, I miss you so much! Ever since we parted that day, I've thought about you day and night. Why didn't you come to see me? Only later did I find out that you had left Qingyun Sect! You should have told me earlier! If you had known you left Qingyun Sect and came here, I would have followed you. It wouldn't have taken so long for us, grandparents and grandchildren, to meet again."

After giving him a bear hug, Mr. Hu put his arms around his shoulders and spoke sincerely.

Song Xian could only smile and agree: "I left in a hurry and didn't have time to tell you. Didn't they send someone to pick you up?"

"Oh! My good grandson, you are so capable! You have become the head of a sect at such a young age, which makes me proud." Old Man Hu's face was full of joy, and the wrinkles on his face were all blooming with smiles.

After Song Xian left Qingyun Sect, although he no longer had the local gentry to curry favor with him by giving him money and land as before, Song Xian's father Song Jian had already collected enough good land, gold and silver, which all became the property of Old Man Hu after his death. Therefore, he lived a pretty good life. At least he no longer had to work as a butcher and earn that hard-earned money.

The son behind Old Man Hu also spoke up, a flattering smile on his face: "Xian'er, when our father heard that you arrived here and were appointed the head monk, he was so happy for you that he couldn't sleep all night. He immediately ordered us to prepare everything and come here to find you. We even lost a lot of houses and fields because we were in such a hurry and couldn't sell them all at once."

The implication of this was that he was asking for compensation for the treasures he had given up. Song Xian certainly understood the meaning. He had no way to deal with this greedy and powerful uncle and grandfather. After all, he was a junior! He could only face it with a smile.

Although he was sent to Qingyun Sect when he was less than ten years old, he did not have a very good impression of his uncle and grandfather, especially this uncle. He remembered that when he was a child, he went to his grandfather's house with his parents. This uncle always had a bad face and never looked happy.

Once he broke a bowl and was scolded.

When I was a child, I didn’t understand why my uncle was so strict. Now I understand that he just looked down on my family.

Of course, these are all things of the past. With Song Xian's current status and position, he naturally won't care about these trivial matters anymore.

"By the way, I haven't introduced them to you yet! Not to mention your uncle and aunt. And him, this is your little uncle." Old Man Hu let go of Song Xian and picked up a baby from the woman's arms. The baby looked to be about two years old, and stared at him with big, curious eyes.

Song Xian was really shocked this time. He looked at the baby, then looked down at Old Man Hu, and was stunned by his snow-white beard and bald scalp.

real or fake?

How old is she, and she can still give birth to a child?

"Uncle? Is this yours?" Song Xian's expression was a bit complicated, and he looked at Old Man Hu in surprise and shock. Old Man Hu blushed slightly, scratched his pale hair, and showed an embarrassed look: "Hehe! Since he is called uncle, of course he is mine. His mother was originally a maid serving your father. After your father died, he followed me. You also know that I have been without a companion for so many years, right! Oh! By the way, his name is Xiaobao."

"Then...what about his mother?" Song Xian was even more shocked and stuttered a little. What a mess of relationship this was.

"His mother died in childbirth, leaving him alone. From now on, it will all depend on you, my dear grandson, to take care of him." Old Man Hu looked at the baby with a doting look in his eyes.

Song Xian was shocked, his mind racing. He seriously suspected that the baby was not Old Man Hu's at all, but that woman and another man's, and that Old Man Hu had just taken over the baby.

That woman used to be his father's maid. Could this child be his father's posthumous child?
Fortunately, the time didn’t match up, as the baby was only two years old and his father had been dead for several years.

"Our little treasure is not an ordinary person. I begged Brother Zhang Yi to check him out and confirmed that he has spiritual roots. In the future, he will be able to become a master of the sect like you, my dear grandson." Father Hu looked proud.

"He actually has spiritual roots?" This was beyond Song Xian's expectations. Old Man Hu was originally a mortal, and the child's mother was also an ordinary mortal. The proportion of offspring born by two mortals having spiritual roots was extremely low, only about one in two thousand people.

"Yes! My dear grandson, you must treat him well. Not only will it help us prosper our family, but he will also be able to help you manage this immortal sect in the future. When you are old, he can take over your position."

"Grandpa, don't say this kind of thing in front of outsiders in the future. It has a bad influence." Song Xian naturally ignored such words. He was worried that he would talk nonsense outside, so he warned him.

The child was not shy and was held in Old Man Hu's arms. His big eyes stared at Song Xian motionlessly.

"I know!" Old Man Hu held the child close to Song Xian and coaxed him, "Xiaobao, Xiaobao, look, this is your eldest nephew, the head of our sect."

The child seemed to understand what was said. He grinned and reached out to hit Song Xian on the head.

.........

At this time, all the former disciples of Qingyun Sect started talking with their relatives and family members. Some spoke in low voices, some laughed loudly, some hugged each other silently, and some even cried loudly when talking about sad things.

"My dear grandson, that brother Zhang Yi is not a kind man. He made things difficult for us along the way. I asked him to inform you in advance and send someone to pick us up, but he refused." Old Man Hu looked around, covered his mouth with his hands, and said softly.

Song Xian was speechless: "Okay, Grandpa, you must be tired after coming all the way here, take a rest first! We can talk about it later if you have anything to say."

After saying that, he ordered people to take all the disciples and their relatives to a place that had been prepared earlier to rest. Naturally, he didn't need to worry about what happened afterwards, as the disciples in charge of external affairs would be responsible for it.

.........

The next day, Song Xian finished his day's practice in the training room as usual and was preparing to return to his mansion to practice talisman making.

Walking through the main hall, the disciple on duty, He Yong, came forward and bowed. "Master, a cultivator claiming to be your friend, Wang Fan, arrived today and requested to see you. Since he didn't have any urgent business, I didn't disturb your cultivation. I only informed Elder Zhong and then arranged for him to rest in the guest hall."

Wang Fan? Song Xian pondered for a moment and immediately realized that this person was the middleman of the intelligence exchange.

He had sought help from this person regarding the matter of Casar, and he was told that if he had any information about his own sect, he could inform him at any time.

Why did this person come to my house? Does he have important information?

"Notify Senior Brother Wenyuan to come to my house."

"Yes." He Yong responded and left.

Song Xian returned to the mansion, and soon Zhong Wenyuan arrived.

"Senior Brother Wenyuan has met Wang Fan, right? What brings him here?"

"He said he had important information and wanted to meet the headmaster in person before he could tell us."

"Oh? He's still in the guest hall, right? Go find him."

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"Master Song, long time no see." Wang Fan walked in from outside and bowed with a smile.

"No need to be so polite, please take a seat, fellow Daoist. I didn't expect you to come to our sect. What can I do for you?"

Wang Fan sat down as instructed. "I recently received an important piece of information regarding the situation in Bianxia Town. I thought Sect Leader Song would be very interested, so I came to tell you."

"So, it's not directly about our sect."

"Although it's not directly related, it's very likely to involve your sect. Let me reveal the details! It's about that senior Kasar you inquired about before, and the important information about the Tianshan Sect next to your sect."

Song Xian was slightly surprised, but remained calm: "Then what do you think it's worth, fellow Daoist?"

Wang Fan stretched out his hand: "Five hundred spirit stones."

Song Xian shook his head: "Two hundred and fifty spirit stones."

"Master Song, this information I have is much more important to your sect than the one you asked about before. Five hundred spirit stones are not a lot."

"First of all, I can't confirm whether the information you're telling me is true or not. If you're just making up a story to fool me, I can't verify it. Secondly, this information isn't what I want right now. I was the one who approached you before, but now you're selling it to me. The price can't be determined at all."

Song Xian actually believed that what he said was true. There might really be a piece of information that could have an important impact on the sect, but the price must not be decided by the other party, especially when the other party came to him on his own initiative.

In this situation, if you cannot seize the initiative in your own hands, then any subsequent intelligence exchange will make you vulnerable to being exploited.

"How about this! Sect Leader Song, let's both take a step back. How about 400 spirit stones? I spent quite a bit of money buying this information from someone else. It's not easy to come all this way, so I have to make some money. And I guarantee that this information will have a huge impact on your sect."

"Two hundred and fifty spirit stones, that's the price. If you think it's not worth it, then please do as you please."

Song Xian remained calm and bit it to death.

If the buyer is not confirmed, the other party will definitely not spend a large price to buy this information. In other words, the other party has already sold this information to at least one person, and selling it to himself is just squeezing out its surplus value.

"Okay! Let's just consider it as making friends. I'll sell this information to your sect at a loss." Wang Fan sighed. Seeing Song Xian's decisive attitude, he had to compromise.

Of course, he did not come to Bianxia Town specifically to sell this information. He was originally going to Muhe Grassland and passed by here. He remembered that Song Xian had said that if there was any important information, he could contact him, so he sold the information on the way to make some extra money.

The most important thing about intelligence is time. It is only valuable if you can get the information before it spreads.

If he missed this opportunity, by the time he returned from Muhe Grassland, the news might have already been known to everyone, and naturally it would be of no value.

"Last time, Sect Leader Song inquired about Senior Kasar's whereabouts. Now there's new information. It's said that he was at a ruin, accompanied by several other Foundation Establishment cultivators, including Senior Wu Yaozu, the head of the Tianshan Sect. There's also news that Senior Wu died there. Well, this information is definitely worth the money, isn't it?"

(End of this chapter)