The Otherworldly God

"I've met the head of the family."

Le Zhengqin turned around, glanced at her, and waved his hand, saying, "No need to be so polite. Junior Sister Fang sent you here, what is it?"

Le Zhengqin pretended not to know and acted as if nothing had happened and seemed nonchalant.

"Go back to the master. Master asked Ying'er to come here to hand over the Heavenly Sword to the master and to report the outcome of the incident with Le Zheng Yuhua."

Le Zhengqin glanced again.

"Just send the Heavenly Sword back to the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, but Junior Sister Fang asked you to send it to me. What's your intention?"

Le Zhengying always kept his head down and remained humble.

"Reporting to the master, previously, because Le Zheng Yuhua had a bad temper, we were afraid that the Heavenly Sword might be lost, so we temporarily stored it in the Heavenly Secret Pavilion. A few days ago, he disappeared for no reason, and just returned. When he saw the Heavenly Sword that was supposed to be in the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, everyone said that he had stolen the sword and fled. Unexpectedly, he knelt down and admitted his fault for leaving the city and not returning. He did not admit that he had stolen the sword and fled, but only said that the Heavenly Sword went to find its master on its own.

Seeing that he voluntarily handed over the Heavenly Sword, and based on his trust in the disciples guarding the Tianji Pavilion, the master thought that the theft of the sword was nonsense. So the master took back the Heavenly Sword and punished him to confess to his ancestors in the Confession Hall, and he was not allowed to leave the hall or study for three years.

Considering what Le Zheng Yuhua said about the sword looking for its master, I am afraid it is not appropriate to hand it over to Tianji Pavilion again. So the master sent Ying'er here, firstly to report the result of Le Zheng Yuhua's handling, and secondly to hand over the Heavenly Sword to the head of the family for him to deal with."

The eldest senior brother Le Zheng Hongjun went over and took the Heavenly Sword from Le Zhengying's hand. He wanted to give Le Zheng Qin a look, but he just waved his hand and Le Zheng Hongjun returned to his original position.

"Where is Junior Sister Fang now?"

Le Zhengqin couldn't help but clench his fists behind his back.

"Master should be in Zhuiyuan Pavilion now, confessing his crime to the ancestors for punishing Le Zheng Yuhua and praying for them to bless me, Le Zheng."

Upon hearing this, Le Zhengqin let go of her hand and signaled her that she could leave.

"Go take care of her."

"Yes, Ying'er will take his leave."

As soon as Le Zhengying left, Le Zhengqin stared at the Heavenly Sword and became worried, feeling angry and helpless.

"Why is Master worried?"

"Your Aunt Fang not only punished him, but also promised him that if the Heavenly Sword returns to his hands again, he must acknowledge him as the sword's master, and no one else in Lezheng can object to his possession of the Heavenly Sword."

"Forgive me for speaking frankly, but this Heavenly Sword was originally brought by him, so it should belong to him."

"The Heavenly Sword is an ancient divine weapon. It belongs to everyone in the world. Because of this, many disciples who did not accept his bloodline were suspicious of him possessing the Heavenly Sword.

It is hard to convince people that a wild boy of mediocre qualifications and unknown bloodline, who is holding the Heavenly Sword but cannot draw it out or use it, is the master. So your Aunt Fang wants to use this method to convince others.

Now, the Heavenly Sword has been lost from the Tianji Pavilion once, bringing shame to the Tianji Pavilion, which has never been stolen before. The disciples guarding the pavilion must have had a grudge against him. If it happens again in the Tianji Pavilion for the second time, what do you think will be the result?"

Le Zheng Hongjun was not sure, and answered cautiously: "Will the disciples guarding the pavilion be angry?"

Le Zhengqin immediately turned around and looked at him.

"Not only will she be angry, she might even become hostile to him. So this second time, she must not leave it in the Tianji Pavilion, so she gave it to me. If it disappears in my hands, it would prove that it's not that the disciples guarding the pavilion are incompetent, but that the sword has gone to find its master by itself, and no one can stop it, not even the head of the family."

"I think Aunt Fang just wants to give the sword to you to deal with. You can still put it in the Tianji Pavilion."

In terms of understanding Taoism, Le Zhenghongjun is worse than Le Zhengying, but in terms of dealing with people, he is far inferior. It's not that Le Zhengqin didn't teach him, but he is too simple-minded to teach.

"Hongjun, do you know why your aunt Fang went to Zhuiyuan Pavilion?"

"Hongjun doesn't know."

"She acted first and asked for permission later in dealing with Le Zheng Yuhua, and she made this decision on her own about the Heavenly Sword. She was afraid that I would be angry and look for her, so she hid in Zhuiyuan Pavilion. When she comes out of Zhuiyuan Pavilion, it will be my fault if I bring up this matter again. In front of me was your Uncle Master Bo, and in the back was your Aunt Fang... Well, just put the sword away."

Le Zhengqin waved his hands, looking helpless.

"It's Master."

"Zosi is my brother's only disciple. It seems that you are determined to accept that boy."

Le Zhengqin pinched his eyebrows and rubbed them gently. He really had no way to deal with Le Zhengfang.

Le Zheng Hongjun found a wooden box and wiped the Heavenly Sword carefully before putting it in.

Looking at the Heavenly Sword, every part of it was so beautiful that he couldn't help but want to touch it, or even grab it, pull it out, and do a few tricks with it. In the end, he held back and quickly closed the box.

"Speaking of which, there is no definitive answer as to whether this sword is the Heavenly Sword." Although Le Zheng Hongjun said this, he felt in his heart that it was undoubtedly the Heavenly Sword. He stroked the box and thought, "It is an ancient artifact, the only artifact that can compete with the Heavenly Demon Sword. It is the holy sword that helped win the battle between gods and demons. I wonder what it looks like in the scabbard?"

The patterns on the scabbard were like ancient runes, and each rune seemed to contain endless mysteries. It seemed that in order to pull it out, one must unravel the mystery of the runes.

Le Zheng Hongjun couldn't help but think of Le Zheng Yuhua's appearance. He followed Le Zheng Yangyan with no expression on his face. Holding the Heavenly Sword, he stepped into Jimen Pass and into the Le Zheng compound step by step.

That scene was the first and only time that stirred ripples in his heart, and he spontaneously wanted to go out and take a look.

Occasionally, Le Zhengqin could be heard talking about Le Zheng Yangyan. His unruly personality was really unlike the kind Le Zhengqin liked, and he often got into trouble. But whenever he was mentioned, Le Zhengqin would miss him terribly.

That day, he almost went over to hug him in excitement, wondering why he had just returned after such a long time of disappearance and why he had no news and missed him. He also wanted to happily say, "I'm glad you're back." But he held back in the end, because of his identity and because he was unfamiliar with him.

At that time, Le Zheng Yangyan's eyes revealed vicissitudes of life and were full of stories. The words that his master wanted to ask but couldn't, the words that he wanted to hear but couldn't, might all be related to this sword.

Le Zheng Hongjun placed the wooden box on the stage, added a protective formation, and took a few more glances at it before turning away. Little did he know that the Heavenly Sword in the box emitted a strange light when he put it down.

"Yuhua said that he would find an appropriate time to go back." Qingguo lifted the lid of the box, but was bounced back by the barrier. He rubbed his numb fingers and thought, "It seems that I have to stay here for a while."

She yawned, fell asleep on the sword, and her figure slowly sank into the sword and finally disappeared.