Lao Tzu is Ji Gong

"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."

"Han Hu, prepare the horses immediately. I'm setting off for Tianwu City right now." Wen Long hadn't spoken for a long time when he suddenly stood up from his bathtub, grabbed a towel from the side, dried himself off, and said urgently to Han Hu, who was sitting beside him.

Upon hearing Wen Long's words, Han Hu didn't seem particularly excited or anxious. He simply moved away from the table slowly, stood up, and walked unhurriedly towards the door. Wen Long ignored Han Hu; he knew this himself. Unless the situation was particularly dangerous, Han Hu always maintained a calm and unhurried demeanor.

Although sometimes Wenlong really wanted to pry open Han Hu's head to see what was inside, he had to admit that Han Hu's slow pace always gave him an unparalleled sense of security. He always felt that even like this, Han Hu would definitely not cause any trouble.

And indeed, that was the case. After Wenlong finished tidying up and opened the door to go out, he ran into Han Hu, who was walking back. Wenlong was already used to Han Hu's expression and mannerisms, so he simply nodded to Han Hu and continued walking outside.

Actually, when Han Hu first entered the Wen family, Wen Long was almost driven crazy by Han Hu's attitude countless times. But what angered Wen Long the most was not that, but that Han Hu completely ignored him. To put it simply, Han Hu didn't give Wen Long a second glance.

He continued to do as he pleased, doing whatever he wanted. But even so, Wen Long never managed to find a single fault to properly confront Han Hu, who ignored him. Yes, although Han Hu was usually slow and deliberate, it couldn't be denied that he always managed to return right on time.

Wen Long had also deliberately moved a few minutes earlier or later after preparing several times, but the result was still the same. Wen Long was getting furious; he couldn't catch Han Hu's tricks even once.

But as Wenlong and Hanhu gradually matured and faced increasing pressure from various aspects as they grew older, Wenlong also shed his initial naivety. He stopped messing around with Hanhu about trivial and unimportant things and instead focused more on other things.

"Your Highness, I think you'd better inform the old patriarch first." Wen Long hurriedly walked towards the door, and Han Hu, who had been following behind him, gave him a seemingly casual reminder.

"It's nothing. I'm not going to Tianwu for anything else, just some personal matters to take care of. Don't worry, I've thought it through carefully." Wen Long had considered whether or not to inform the old patriarch before leaving the Wen family while he was getting dressed and packing.

After all, these are still turbulent times. Wen Long is now heading to Tianwu City, which is the territory of Wen Xiang and Wen Chong, who have already declared their defection from the Wen family. These matters may not seem like major issues, but if some people with ulterior motives seize upon them, it could cause considerable trouble.

"I know Your Highness has already thought it through, but I think if you can, it would be better if you went to see the patriarch first. After all, the Wen family is going through a turbulent time right now, and your actions would have a very negative impact on the family." Han Hu reminded Wen Longlong in a low voice.

Those who knew the truth understood that Han Hu was worried about Wen Long, but judging from Han Hu's tone and expression, he seemed like someone who was putting on a show of force, and his words were more like a warning.

"No need, I'll be right back. It won't take long. I know what I'm doing. I know Your Highness knows what you're doing, but some people don't. So I suggest you go anyway. It won't take long." Han Hu didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Alright, I'll go right now and come back quickly. Then we'll set off for Tianwu City immediately." Wen Long gritted his teeth, thought it over again, and finally nodded, agreeing with Han Hu's suggestion.

It has to be said that, apart from Lao Huang, the only one who can truly keep Wen Long in check is Han Hu, who has been staying on his own side of the divine realm. However, Han Hu is also very clear-headed. He is not a member of the Wen family. Although he is highly regarded, he is still a good brother of Wen Long in the true sense of the word, and you could even call him a sworn brother.

However, Han Hu never interfered in any matters related to price inquiries. This was something no one could fault. With the passing of several elders of the Wen family, the family's internal strife had become incredibly complex. Previously, the Wen family had been tightly united, but now it was on the verge of disintegration.

Before long, Wen Long and Han Hu were already standing outside the old patriarch's house. After being asked permission by the servants outside, Wen Long pushed open the door and entered the old patriarch Wen Mou's house, intending to tell him the purpose of his trip to Tianwu City. Han Hu also silently walked to the outside of the courtyard, standing quietly with his back to the old patriarch's house, without saying a word.

"Long'er, what's wrong? Did you come to see me about something?" In just a moment, Wen Long had already walked to the old patriarch's desk. After respectfully bowing, before he could even speak, the old patriarch, who hadn't even raised his head, had already asked first. This made Wen Long hesitate a little.

"Yes, Patriarch, Wenlong has something to discuss with you." Wenlong gritted his teeth, preparing to speak, but his expression suggested he had something difficult to say.

"Speak, what do you want to do? Tell me first, and I'll hear it." The old patriarch didn't even raise his head once, but kept his face buried deep in the book in front of him.

"Oh, right, there are no outsiders here now, so you don't need to call me 'Master's Mother,' you can just call me 'Grandpa.'"

"Yes, Grandpa." Wenlong lowered his head and nodded slightly in response, then began to speak.

"Grandpa, I need to go to Tianwu City."

"You're going to Tianwu City?" Upon hearing Wen Long's words, the old patriarch finally raised his head and looked at the grandson who was now the most valued in the Wen family.

"What's wrong? Are you going to Tianwu City to follow up on the progress of that matter?" The old patriarch did not immediately guess Wen Long's intention in going to Tianwu City.

"There are some reasons for that, but they're not the main ones." Wen Long thought for a moment and didn't deny it. He had indeed recently been unable to send out those tasks, so it was normal for him to check on the progress, but most people wouldn't do that personally.

Sometimes these things require avoiding suspicion, and sometimes they are simply unnecessary. Wenlong hadn't followed up on many of the tasks he'd previously assigned; he'd delegated them all to his subordinates.

This time was a bit special, but that wasn't Wenlong's main purpose in going to Tianwu City.

"Besides keeping track of the progress of this matter, what else do you want to do in Tianwu City?" The old patriarch closed his book, looked up at Wen Long in front of him, and said with a serious expression.

"I need to go to Tianwu City to find someone, get something, and then go to Linghai." After hearing the old patriarch's words, Wen Long did not answer immediately. Instead, he pondered for a long time before raising his head to look at the old patriarch and speaking with a determined expression.

Having lived for so many years, the old patriarch, seeing Wenlong's state, didn't urge him, but simply waited quietly for Wenlong's result. He didn't know why, but he felt that something was really about to happen.

"Long'er, some things are best left in the past, don't put so much pressure on yourself." Upon hearing Wen Long's words, the old patriarch instantly understood what Wen Long meant.

He could only shake his head helplessly, reopen the book he had closed, let out a soft sigh, and then slowly spoke.

“No, Grandpa, some things can’t be overcome.” Wenlong’s voice was particularly firm and full of energy, giving off an air of authority without anger.

Sensing Wenlong's change, the old patriarch raised his head again to look at Wenlong. Although his expression was somewhat complicated, the old patriarch didn't know how to refute Wenlong's wishes. He could only quietly look at Wenlong for a few moments, then gently nod. Some things, after all, had to be faced.

"Go ahead." The old patriarch nodded in agreement. Then he turned his gaze back to the thick book in front of him.

"Yes, Grandpa." Upon hearing the old patriarch's reply, Wenlong was overjoyed. The reason he had been reluctant to come to the old patriarch before was because he was afraid that the old patriarch would object, as this matter had been weighing on Wenlong's mind for a long time.

"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.

"Young Master, I'll go hunt another game; this one's burnt." "Hey, hey, hey, Young Master, don't bite the burnt parts, or you'll get a stomachache tomorrow!"

"That won't do! Give it to me right now, and spit it out!"

"No, Lao Huang, it's not that I wasn't prepared, it's just that I don't know why, but I felt really uneasy when I got here, like I had a really bad feeling. But I can't quite put my finger on it."

"Old Huang, let's not go to this city, okay? Let's go home. I want to go home now."

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

"Don't worry, young master, I'll handle it myself. You still have a long way to go, how could I possibly leave first?"

"Young master, you must remember this: when I release this gray smoke, you run immediately. If I release blue smoke, then you come over."

"Old Huang, don't go, don't go, I don't want you to leave me, please don't go."

"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, don't go, don't go."

"Young Master, you must remember this."

"Old Huang, I don't want you to leave me, please don't go."

"You still have a long way to go, how could I possibly go ahead of you?"

"When I release this gray smoke, you'd better run."

"Old Huang, don't go, don't go."

"Don't worry, young master, I'll handle it myself."

"If I'm releasing blue smoke, then come over here."

"Old Huang, let's not go to this city, okay? Let's go home. I want to go home now."

"Old Huang, I don't want you to leave me!"

"Pfft!" As Wen Long turned to walk out the door, his mind suddenly began to rapidly switch between scenes and events. Then, suddenly, Wen Long felt a warm sensation on his head, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His vision went black, and he fell backward.

Upon hearing the noise, the old patriarch, Wen Mou, almost instinctively looked up. But that single glance sent a surge of blood pressure and cranial pressure coursing through his veins. He leaped over the table and pounced on Wen Long. In that instant, Han Hu and the servants who had been guarding the door appeared beside him in a flash.

Chapter 1244 It's done

"Old Huang, don't go, don't go."

"Don't worry, young master, I'll handle it myself."

"If I'm releasing blue smoke, then come over here."

"Old Huang, let's not go to this city, okay? Let's go home. I want to go home now."

"Old Huang, I don't want you to leave me!"

"Pfft!" As Wen Long turned to walk out the door, his mind suddenly began to rapidly switch between scenes and events. Then, suddenly, Wen Long felt a warm sensation on his head, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His vision went black, and he fell backward.

Upon hearing the noise, the old patriarch, Wen Mou, almost instinctively looked up. But that single glance sent a surge of blood pressure and cranial pressure coursing through his veins. He leaped over the table and pounced on Wen Long. In that instant, Han Hu and the servants who had been guarding the door appeared beside him in a flash.

"Long'er, how are you feeling? Are you alright?" The old patriarch held Wen Long in his arms and gently shook him, his expression serious and his brows furrowed tightly.

Han Hu glanced at the mouthful of blood Wen Long spat out, then turned to look at Wen Long's face. He quickly placed his hand on Wen Long's wrist. After feeling it briefly, he pried open Wen Long's eyelids to take a look, and a weight was lifted from his heart.

"How is it? Is Long'er alright?" The old patriarch knew that Han Hu knew some medical skills, and looking at Han Hu's expression and actions, although the old patriarch had already figured out the general situation, he still subconsciously asked a question, after all, the old patriarch himself did not know any medical skills.

"Reporting to the patriarch, His Highness is alright. It's just that he has been feeling quite depressed lately, and this mouthful of blood was an outburst. Generally speaking, he is not seriously injured." Hearing the old patriarch's question, Han Hu thought for a moment and answered the old patriarch's question cautiously.

"Is there something weighing on your mind? What happened to Long'er recently that could cause such stress?" The old patriarch frowned even more deeply upon hearing Han Hu's words. He was somewhat puzzled, as Wen Long hadn't dealt with any difficult or major problems recently.

"Master, this is a mental illness," Han Hu replied softly, lowering his head.

Upon hearing this, the old patriarch's furrowed brows suddenly relaxed. He simply looked deeply at Wenlong lying in his arms, then let out a long sigh.

"Child, you still can't let go of Uncle Huang?"

After speaking, the old patriarch shook his head wearily. He was well aware of the bond between Wenlong and Lao Huang. Lao Huang had watched three generations of the old patriarch, Wenmou, grow up; such a bond couldn't be explained in a day or two. Since that day, however, a crack had appeared in Wenlong's emotions, or rather, that incident had become a persistent, haunting demon in his heart.

"Someone, take Long'er back to her room to rest. We'll talk about everything after she wakes up." The old patriarch shouted towards the courtyard, and with a wave of his hand, several people appeared out of nowhere and gently helped the unconscious Wen Long to her feet. Then they slowly helped Wen Long back to his courtyard.

Watching Wen Long being led away, the old patriarch, hands behind his back, sighed again. So many years had passed, and sure enough, Wen Long still couldn't let go of that matter. Although Wen Long's cultivation hadn't declined in the past two years, the old patriarch knew that it was merely a facade.

Wenlong's collapse was already within the old patriarch's expectations. However, what puzzled the old patriarch the most was why Wenlong's relapse was so sudden and unsettling. The old patriarch understood that Wenlong was deeply mired in the matter of Old Huang from back then, but for some reason, this time the old patriarch sensed something was amiss.

Before long, Wen Long was carried back to his room and gently placed on his bed. After nodding to Han Hu, the men left Wen Long's room and disappeared in an instant. Han Hu gently covered Wen Long with the blanket, then turned and walked to the door, quietly closing it behind him.

But Han Hu didn't rush to leave the door. Instead, he stood there quietly, frozen in place. After a while, he nodded and walked back to Wen Long's bedside. He pretended to tuck Wen Long in and then gently patted the unconscious Wen Long without making a sound.

This slap had a significant impact. Wen Long, who had clearly fallen into a coma, sat up abruptly, his eyes gleaming with a chilling light that was impossible to look directly at, a stark contrast to his previous weak and pale appearance.

"So, is everything settled?" Wen Long asked Han Hu in front of him with a serious expression.

"Yes, everything is taken care of. Now we just wait for the results." Han Hu didn't show any surprise on his face; he simply nodded and replied.

"Hopefully, nothing goes wrong this time." After hearing Han Hu's words, Wen Long nodded slowly and gently.

"But, Your Highness, what about the old patriarch?" Han Hu pondered for a moment.