Lao Tzu is Ji Gong

“I know that our Wen family has a special teleportation mechanism and personnel. But what if those people and those channels are destroyed by someone with ulterior motives? In that case, even if there is any intelligence that can be transmitted, I think it would seem unrealistic.” Wen Long didn’t know what he was thinking. He didn’t know why he was bringing up these things out of the blue, and these things weren’t things he should be worrying about right now.

"Young Master, don't overthink it. Those people will be fine. A bunch of people are protecting them in secret." Old Huang gently patted Wenlong's head and comforted him.

But Lao Huang also had to admit, what if these things really happened? Although the Wen family had taken very good care of these people and organizations, what if something did happen? Everyone was only focused on how to protect them, and it seemed that no one had proposed establishing another emergency plan to deal with these extremely unlikely possibilities.

"Old Huang, I don't know why, but I feel so confused and panicked. As we approached this city, I had this bad feeling, a sense of foreboding. I really hope it's just me being nervous and making wild guesses." Wenlong held his head, feeling a sense of despair over something he had never experienced before.

Faced with this situation, Old Huang didn't know what to do for a moment. He could only silently pat Wenlong's back, hoping to offer him some comfort. His gaze also drifted towards the distant city, hoping that Wenlong's worry was just due to nervousness.

"Old Huang, let's not go to this city, okay? Let's go home. I want to go home now." Wenlong suddenly grabbed Old Huang's arm and said to him with a pleading look on his face.

“Silly child, we’ll have to go to this city eventually, even if we don’t go now. It’s alright, I can just go take a look first, sneak around and if nothing’s wrong, I’ll come back for you. It’s fine.” Old Huang laughed.

"No, no, no, Lao Huang, don't go, don't go, I don't want you to leave me, please don't go." Hearing Lao Huang's words, Wen Long suddenly became agitated. He gripped Lao Huang's arm tightly, unwilling to let go.

It was only then that Lao Huang realized things might actually be a bit worrying. Wenlong, who was usually full of confidence and could remain calm and composed no matter what happened, was now so different from his usual self that Lao Huang felt a sense of disorientation.

Could it be that Wenlong's feeling was right? Could it be that something really had happened in that place not far from here? Old Huang's heart suddenly sank, but he couldn't just turn around and leave with Wenlong without going to that city. If something had really happened, he had to go and check it out, just in case.

"It's alright, young master. I'll just go and take a quick look around and see what's going on. Besides, if anything really happens, they'll have to consider whether they can beat me first, don't you think?" Old Huang comforted Wenlong and expressed his intentions.

Wenlong didn't immediately refute Lao Huang's words. He thought about it quietly for a moment, and finally nodded with difficulty. Indeed, if Lao Huang wanted to leave, not many people could stop him. Thinking of this, Wenlong felt a little better. After all, he wasn't a fool. Even if he and Lao Huang turned around and left now, it wouldn't solve anything.

Moreover, after he notified the Wen family, the Wen family headquarters would definitely send people to the city to check the situation. If something really happened, Wen Long knew without a doubt how terrible those people's fate would be. So it was better to do as Old Huang suggested and let him go in and check first, so that if the situation was bad, he could escape.

"Young master, wait here for a moment. When the time comes, look in the direction of that city. If I set off smoke, just run. Don't worry about anything else, just run. Got it?" Old Huang gave the instructions in advance, so that if anything went wrong and there was no time to tell Wenlong, everything would be ruined.

"But what about you, Lao Huang?" Wenlong nodded, but then realized that Lao Huang hadn't said what he would do.

"Don't worry, young master, I'll handle it myself. You still have a long way to go, how could I possibly leave first?" Old Huang smiled and patted Wenlong's head. Only Old Huang dared to do such an intimate thing to Wenlong. You should know that even in the Wen family, after Wenlong grew up and became sensible, no one dared to pat her head like that.

"Young master, you must remember, when I release this gray smoke, you run quickly. If I release blue smoke, then you come over," Old Huang said with a smile.

"Mmm." Looking at Lao Huang's smiling face, Wen Long instantly felt his irritability and depression improve. He smiled and nodded back, giving a heavy "Mmm."

"Alright, I'll be going now. Take care, young master." Seeing that Wenlong's mood had improved slightly, Old Huang patted Wenlong's head again and stood up with a smile.

Wenlong stared intently at Lao Huang, saying nothing more. Wenlong himself didn't know why he kept staring at Lao Huang, but he just couldn't take his eyes off him.

After helping Wenlong pack his luggage, Old Huang placed it on the horse's back, turned around, smiled and nodded at Wenlong, then walked alone towards the city before him. Wenlong suddenly felt a lump in his throat; he really wanted to call out to Old Huang and say "take care" to him. But the words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single one. He just stared fixedly at Old Huang's retreating figure.

As Lao Huang's figure receded into the distance, Wen Long felt a sense of desolation, loneliness, and bleakness as he watched Lao Huang's departing figure.

Before long, Old Huang had reached the edge of the city. Sure enough, the entire city was unusually solemn. After pondering for a moment, Old Huang still walked towards the city gate. Heavy guards were stationed there, and several checkpoints were set up. Old Huang reached the checkpoint and shouted something to the people inside.

"I am Huang Long, and I have business in the city. I wonder if you gentlemen could clear the way for me?"

A man who appeared to be an officer, standing behind a large group of soldiers, raised his head, pushed aside the soldiers in front of him, and walked to the pass. He didn't speak, but simply looked at Old Huang. Then the officer waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him immediately stepped forward and moved the barriers blocking their path one by one.

After the soldiers finished their actions, Old Huang took two steps forward, stood in front of the officer, gave a slight bow, and asked with a smile.

"Sir, what's going on? Why is martial law so suddenly so strict? Has something gone wrong in the city?"

"Show me your pass." The officer didn't answer Lao Huang's question; he just asked for his pass.

Upon hearing this, Old Huang quickly handed his pass to the officer. The officer opened it, glanced at it, turned around, waved behind him to signal passage, then turned back and returned Old Huang's pass, saying something along the way.

"There's a little problem in the city right now, so you need to be extra careful."

Old Huang smiled and nodded, then walked past the soldiers into the city. But when he reached the middle of the archway at the city gate, his superior officer behind him suddenly shouted...

"Take it!"

Old Huang instinctively looked back, but instantly sensed something was wrong. Just as he was about to release his battle aura, he was horrified to discover that his battle aura had vanished in an instant. And countless arrows pierced his body in a flash.

Old Huang's body went limp, and he collapsed to his knees, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Just as the young master had predicted, there was indeed something wrong in the city. Old Huang struggled to pull out a cigarette, and with a pull, a plume of gray smoke shot straight into the sky.

Chapter 1242 Nightmare

"Young master, young master. Where are you going? Our destination is Linghai City. The old patriarch hasn't finished the task he assigned us." An old servant followed closely behind a young man on horseback, constantly urging the young man, who was riding around aimlessly, to stop.

"Oh, it's just going to Linghai City. You can handle that yourself, right? Why do you need me to go?" The young man on horseback turned around to look at the old servant, who was walking but hadn't slowed down at all.

"That's true, but the old patriarch wants you to gain more experience. After all, the Wen family's great foundation will eventually belong to you and Wen Chong. Wen Chong has already stated that he will not participate in the struggle for control of the future. If you don't work harder, who will inherit the Wen family's legacy in the end, right?" The old servant continued to persuade the young man on horseback.

"Old Huang, you know what? I always think you're so cute at times like this. Hahahaha." Since Wenlong had brought it up, how could he not tease Old Huang, who had always been with him?

"Hehehe, young master, please stop teasing this old servant. You keep saying I'm cute, but I don't know how a wrinkled old man like me, whose teeth are still intact for now, can be associated with cuteness." Old Huang grinned sheepishly at Wenlong's words and scratched his messy hair.

"Old Huang, Old Huang, Old Huang? Hehehe, wake up, you're burnt!" Wenlong, who hadn't seen Old Huang move for a while, smelled a burning smell and couldn't help but go over and wave his hand in front of Old Huang's eyes.

"Ah? Ah. Oh no! It's burnt!" Old Huang finally regained his senses after Wenlong's calls. His eyes were vacant, and he looked blankly at Wenlong, who was waving at him. Old Huang blinked, unsure what was wrong. Suddenly, a burnt smell filled Old Huang's nose. He jumped up with a start, shouting, "It's over! It's burnt!"

"Young Master, let me go hunt another game. This one is burnt to a crisp." Old Huang stared at the nearly charred game in his hand, paused for a moment, and then muttered to Wen Long, before throwing the game aside.

"Hey, wait!" Wenlong rushed forward and snatched the charred game from Lao Huang's hand.

"Look, there's still some that isn't burnt yet, just eat it like this, it'll be fine." As he spoke, Wenlong casually put the wild game to his mouth and took a big bite, chewing and mumbling to Lao Huang. Lao Huang looked at Wenlong's face, which was already smeared with charred black, and couldn't help but smile from the bottom of his heart. He could tell that Wenlong was having a hard time chewing, but he still grinned and looked at Lao Huang in front of him.

"Hey, young master, young master, don't bite the burnt parts, or you'll get an upset stomach tomorrow!" Old Huang hurriedly reminded Wenlong when he saw him about to bite into a piece of meat that was clearly burnt. As he spoke, he ran forward to try and take the game from Wenlong's hand so that he wouldn't eat the burnt meat.

"Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing, I'm in great shape!" Wenlong replied to Lao Huang with a smug look on his face.

"That won't do! Give it to me right now, spit it out!" Old Huang answered him decisively.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Lao Huang, you're really getting old, you're so nagging." Wen Long couldn't help but complain.

"What's wrong, young master? What's on your mind? If you feel pressured or aren't ready, we can stay in the mountains for a couple more days and go later." Old Huang sensed that Wenlong seemed to have something on his mind, so he didn't try to persuade him further. Instead, he followed Wenlong down the hill and tried to comfort him.

"No, Lao Huang, it's not that I wasn't prepared, it's just that I don't know why, but I feel really uneasy here, like I have a really bad feeling. But I can't quite put my finger on it." Wenlong was fiddling with a tree branch, clearly in a terrible mood.

"Old Huang, let's not go to this city, okay? Let's go home. I want to go home now." Wenlong suddenly grabbed Old Huang's arm and said to him with a pleading look on his face.

“Silly child, we’ll have to go to this city eventually, even if we don’t go now. It’s alright, I can just go take a look first, sneak around and if nothing’s wrong, I’ll come back for you. It’s fine.” Old Huang laughed.

"No, no, no, Lao Huang, don't go, don't go, I don't want you to leave me, please don't go." Hearing Lao Huang's words, Wen Long suddenly became agitated. He gripped Lao Huang's arm tightly, unwilling to let go.

"It's alright, young master. I'll just go and take a low-key stroll to check the situation. Besides, if anything really happens, they'll have to consider whether they can beat me first, don't you think?"

"Don't worry, young master, I'll handle it myself. You still have a long way to go, how could I possibly leave first?" Old Huang smiled and patted Wenlong's head.

"Young master, you must remember, when I release this gray smoke, you run quickly. If I release blue smoke, then you come over," Old Huang said with a smile.

"Young Master, please take good care of yourself."

"No, no, no, Lao Huang, don't go, don't go, I don't want you to leave me, please don't go."

"Old Huang!" Wenlong woke up with a start, large beads of sweat appearing on his forehead and cheeks. Large beads of sweat slid down his face, landing heavily on the thin blanket covering him. Wenlong gasped for breath, his eyes vacant and lifeless, his face filled with terror.

Wenlong knew without even feeling that he was already drenched in sweat; his entire back was soaked, and his clothes clung tightly to his skin. Wenlong involuntarily lowered his head.

"Your Highness, are you alright? Did you dream of him again?" Seeing that Wen Long's mood had improved slightly, Han Hu, who had been standing by his side, stood up and slowly walked to Wen Long's side, handing him a towel that he had prepared beforehand, and asked with concern.

"Hmm." Wenlong glanced at Han Hu, smiled and nodded, giving a soft "hmm." Then he took the towel from Han Hu's hand and wiped his face haphazardly.

"Your Highness, the clothes have been placed aside, and the water has been prepared by the servants. Why don't you take a bath first? I'll take care of the rest. Don't catch a cold." After Wenlong wiped his face, Han Hu took the slightly damp towel from Wenlong's hand.

"Hu, it's the middle of summer, who's talking about catching a cold?" Hearing Han Hu's words, Wen Long couldn't help but laugh, but anyone could see that Wen Long's mood had improved a lot.

“It’s the same whether it’s daylight or hot. Even when it’s hot, there’s a cool breeze outside. If Your Highness goes out without taking a bath, you’ll definitely catch a cold from the breeze.” Han Hu didn’t compromise. Instead, he looked at Wen Long and spoke each word clearly and deliberately, his expression really like that of a dull person.

But in reality, everyone in the Wen family knew that Han Hu was actually very intelligent and could often pinpoint the crux of a problem. The reason he was acting so dull now was actually related to Han Hu's attitude.

Since Han Hu entered the Wen family mansion, almost no one had ever seen him smile; he always had a stern face. This wasn't because he was feigning aloofness, nor because he didn't want to smile. The reason he gave to the outside world was that an injury he had suffered previously had caused him to lose the ability to laugh.

But Wenlong knew that wasn't the real reason. Han Hu hadn't lost his ability to laugh despite any of his injuries. The reason Han Hu never laughed was because he carried a knot in his heart. Sometimes, when Han Hu was alone, his emotions would often plummet, filled with despondency and endless pain.

But Wenlong never had the chance to find out the specific reason. Although the relationship between Wenlong and Hanhu had transcended that of a typical servant and master, Hanhu was still unwilling to mention what he had experienced to anyone, nor was he willing to easily let anyone into his inner world.

"Han Hu, do you know you really sound like a nagging old man? You're always trying to control me, what am I going to do if I can't take care of myself?" Wen Long had gradually recovered from his earlier low spirits and was even able to joke around with Han Hu.

"If Your Highness becomes unable to take care of yourself because of Han Hu, Han Hu is willing to take full responsibility and stay by Your Highness's side to take care of your daily life." Although Han Hu's words were still cold and devoid of any emotion, everyone could hear the weight of his words.

After hearing Han Hu's words, Wen Long didn't say anything more. He just quietly looked at Han Hu standing in front of his bed for a while, then got out of bed and went straight to the screen where the bathtub was placed, where he began to quietly take a bath. Although Wen Long often teased Han Hu, he still listened to Han Hu's words.

After Wen Long got up from the bed and left, Han Hu silently put down the towel he was holding, then bent down to tidy up Wen Long's bed. Although Han Hu could have easily left these tasks to the servants, he had been handling them all since his arrival.

It wasn't for any other reason than that Han Hu always placed some herbs in Wen Long's bathtub. These herbs themselves were nothing special, but if one released some battle qi while bathing, they would have a calming and solidifying effect. This was very beneficial for cultivators' cultivation, but if an ordinary person entered the room at this time, they could easily suffer from bone fractures due to the pressure.

In just a short while, Han Hu had skillfully tidied up all the dirty clothes, sweat-soaked sheets and blankets, and other items, and placed them aside. A new set of clothes was also neatly laid out on the bed.

"Your Highness, I've placed clean towels and clothes on this table outside. I'll go give these to the servants." After placing the new towels and clothes on a table next to the screen, Han Hu picked up the pile of dirty items and went out. At this moment, only Wen Long remained in the room.

A short while later, Han Hu returned to Wen Long's room. Without uttering a word, he sat quietly at the table, staring intently at the teapot and teacups in front of him. His focused expression and serious demeanor made it seem as if Han Hu could glean something extraordinary from those pristine white porcelain cups.

"Ah Hu, did you finish what I asked you to do? You're back so soon." Wen Long closed his eyes and soaked in the water for a while before speaking.

"Yes, I've taken care of it. It's a very simple matter and doesn't take much time." Han Hu's gaze remained fixed on the porcelain cup as he subconsciously responded.

"Tell me, what if one day you really can't take care of me anymore?" Wenlong asked this question again.

"As I just said, I will always stay by Your Highness's side and take care of all aspects of your life..."

“I know about daily life. What I mean is, what if one day I’m gone, or you’re gone?” Wenlong opened his eyes and stared blankly at the top of his head.

"I will not leave, Your Highness, please rest assured."

"Old Huang, will you leave me?"

"No, young master, I will always stay by your side. Don't worry."

Chapter 1243 Conversation

"Tell me, what if one day you really can't take care of me anymore?" Wenlong asked this question again.

"As I just said, I will always stay by Your Highness's side and take care of all aspects of your life..."

“I know about daily life. What I mean is, what if one day I’m gone, or you’re gone?” Wenlong opened his eyes and stared blankly at the top of his head.