Investigation II

"So, Master Dongfang doesn't know much about the inside story either?" Zhang Rongfang asked.

"This is a closely guarded secret within the Seven Lineages, and I truly do not know about it," Dongfang Mu replied in a deep voice.

"I'm sorry to have bothered you, sir," Zhang Rongfang sighed.

"But I don't understand, while my late father did understand some," Dongfang Mu said.

"Is the gentleman's father here?" Zhang Rongfang's hope immediately rose.

"Yes, he has been gone for many years," Dongfang Mu replied.

"." Zhang Rongfang.

"Don't worry, I actually heard my late father mention a little about it. But there's not much I can tell you," Dongfang Mu then said.

"I would like to hear the details." Zhang Rongfang sat up straight, after all, he was his own nephew, and he couldn't let him go astray.

Dongfang Mu organized his thoughts and began to speak.

"I heard my late father mention the Seven Lineages Gentleman's Sword, which were supposedly forged from seven of the most vicious and tyrannical Demonic Sects. The so-called Seven Gentlemen's Swords were actually seven hidden dangers that the original masters of the Seven Lineages were responsible for suppressing and sealing away."

Therefore, the restrictions and conditions required to Gentleman's Sword are actually quite high.

"Very high? Is it based on aptitude?" Zhang Rongfang asked in surprise. Could it be that his sister was a deeply hidden martial arts genius? And she passed it on to her nephew? "No, it's based on bloodline. To Gentleman's Sword, one must have half the bloodline of Spirit Person Noble the Spirit Realm. I don't know the specific reasons. As for the rest, I don't know the details," Dongfang Mu explained.

"It must be the bloodline of a high-ranking Noble among the Spirit Person?" Zhang Rongfang's heart stirred. Clearly, there were some secrets hidden within the Human Blood that he was unaware of.

"There are many other things I can't help with, but regarding the matter of the Abbot's nephew, if it's confirmed that the teacher is alright, then it's very likely related to the Gentleman's Sword. The Abbot must carefully consider this matter," Dongfang Mu said solemnly.

"I understand," Zhang Rongfang suddenly felt a little tired.

He originally thought he could live a peaceful and stable life, with An Ning, tranquil days.

Unfortunately, both his sister's side and external interference forced him to travel and intervene.

He immediately stood up, thanked them, and took his leave.

Having obtained the clue, there was no time to lose; they immediately went to check on that kid Zhang Huanqing.

After leaving Dongfang Stronghold, Zhang Rongfang returned to the city and arrived at Mu Chi Prefecture.

As evening approached, Little Huan Qing, having finished dinner, was playing ball with his maid.

For some reason, although the maid's clothes were neat and she had no injuries, her forehead was slightly sweaty and her eyes showed a hint of fear when she looked at Little Huan Qing.

I don't know what happened before.

In the back garden, the two appeared to be playing ball, but Little Huan Qing's face showed no smile, only calmness, and his eyes were like deep, unfathomable pools.

Led by a guard, Zhang Rongfang arrived at the back garden, where he saw this scene.

"Huanqing," he called out.

"Uncle, you're here?" Zhang Huanqing dropped the ball and quickly ran towards Zhang Rongfang.

He was not even a year old, but he already looked about the size of a two- or three-year-old child.

Moreover, to Zhang Rongfang's surprise, Little Huan Qing seemed to have grown a little more in just a few days.

It was really just a tiny bit, negligible.

However, because his bloodline has changed, he is very sensitive to changes in the blood of living things, so he noticed the difference immediately.

This slight growth is mainly reflected in the blood.

"Uncle, let's play ball," Little Huan Qing said, looking up.

"Didn't someone play with you?" Zhang Rongfang looked at the maid from before.

"I just want to play with you," Little Huan Qing said. "Uncle, you have to listen to me, or I'll get Mom and Dad to kick you out!"

"Is that so?" Zhang Rongfang replied casually, but his eyes swept over Little Huan Qing.

"But your mother is my own sister, she wouldn't be willing to kick me out."

"Then I'll say you're abusing me," Little Huan Qing said.

"So you know about abuse?" Zhang Rongfang replied dismissively.

Suddenly, his gaze stopped, and he saw something hanging around Little Huan Qing's neck.

It was a Purple Sword-shaped Accessory, which appeared to be made of metal and had various intricate patterns on its surface, giving it a somewhat antique feel.

He recalled what Dongfang Mu had said: if the inheritance of the Gentleman's Sword of the Seven Lineages really affected his nephew's nature, then there must be a key point to this influence.

He noticed these changes, but what about his sister? With her keen intuition, would she have noticed them later than him?

No. She must have realized something was wrong a long time ago.

Why didn't she take any action? Was it because she was unwilling, or unable?

Suddenly, taking advantage of Little Huan Qing's inattention, Zhang Rongfang reached out and grabbed the Purple Sword-shaped Accessory hanging around the other's neck. His fingertips were as sharp as knives, cutting the hanging rope.

Then he tucked the accessory into his sleeve.

He moved with incredible speed, confident that even a Super Grade expert might not be able to see or detect it in a moment of distraction.

"Uncle, what are you doing! How dare you steal my things?!"

Unexpectedly, the moment the sword-shaped accessory detached from his body, Little Huan Qing suddenly turned her head and stared at him, her expression changing drastically, and she screamed.

"What do you mean by 'steal'? Your uncle is just being kind to you and is worried that the thing might hurt you. So he's putting it away for you." Zhang Rongfang used one hand to stop him from lunging at him.

Now that he had been discovered, he stopped trying to hide it and took out the sword-shaped accessory to examine it closely.

"Give it back!! Give it back to me!!" Little Huan Qing struggled, his small body bursting with strength no less than that of an adult.

He was frantically pounding on Zhang Rongfang, as if the sword-shaped accessory was very important to him.

At this moment, Zhang Rongfang also clearly felt that something was wrong. How could a child who was not even a year old have such great strength? This was obviously abnormal.

Looking at Little Huan Qing, who was still shouting and cursing, he thought for a moment and took out a Wooden Figure from his pocket.

"Here, your uncle will make this up for you. It's fun."

"Who wants your broken Wooden Figure! Give me back my things! My things!!" Little Huan Qing screamed, lunging at him as if she had gone mad.

This made Zhang Rongfang feel even more strongly that what he had taken was very important.

As the noise grew louder, the faint sounds of people rushing over could be heard in the distance.

Zhang Rongfang had absolutely no idea how to comfort children, let alone a child like Little Huan Qing who wasn't normal.

He suddenly felt a little anxious; it wouldn't be good if his sister saw this.

In a moment of panic, he looked around but there was no one there. The maid had long since disappeared.

Bang.

He struck with lightning speed, knocking Little Huan Qing unconscious. Then he held her in his arms.

He was a burly man, sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding Little Huan Qing, completely covering him.

But even while he was holding her, the sounds didn't stop at all.

"Uncle is giving it back to you, giving it back to you, please stop calling me that, okay?"

"That's more like it, Uncle, you're so mean!" Little Huan Qing's voice rang out again.

"Alright, stop crying. People will think I bullied you if they see this," Zhang Rongfang said helplessly.

"If you take my things again, I'll tell Mother!" Little Huan Qing's voice rang out again.

Zhang Rongfang was facing the wall, holding the unconscious Zhang Huanqing, with his back to the arriving guards and maids, and was talking intimately with Little Huan Qing.

No one expected that both voices would come from the same person's throat.

From behind, all that could be seen was Little Huan Qing lying in Zhang Rongfang's arms, with only a little bit of her legs showing.

Seeing this heartwarming scene, the guards and maids relaxed, smiles appeared on their faces, and they left.

As expected of his uncle, Little Huan Qing, who is usually a little devil, immediately became so well-behaved when he saw his uncle.

This thought arose in everyone's mind.

No one would be uneasy about Zhang Rongfang. After all, he was the lady's only relative and one of Little Huan Qing's closest family members.

Moreover, Zhang Rongfang never got angry even when Little Huan Qing Zhang Rongfang spoken so harshly to him; he had an exceptionally good temper.

Therefore, no one would believe that he would do anything bad to Little Huan Qing.

Soon, the people slowly dispersed again.

Zhang Rongfang was still holding Little Huan Qing. He wasn't working on the sword-shaped accessory anymore; instead, he was constantly checking Little Huan Qing's body with one hand.

They opened my eyelids, parted my hair, and examined my nostrils, mouth, ears, and even every part of my body.

"Uncle." At this moment, Little Huan Qing unexpectedly woke up.

The duration of his coma was completely different from what Zhang Rongfang had estimated when he took action.

It's more than twice as early as expected! "Don't be afraid, your uncle is here."

Bang.

With another muffled thud, Little Huan Qing's eyes rolled back again, and she fainted.

After a thorough inspection inside and out, Zhang Rongfang found no problems.

He thought that perhaps the real key was that Purple Sword-shaped Accessory. Judging from Little Huan Qing's eagerness just now, this was very likely.

Thinking of this, he wanted to take the accessory, but if he did, it might arouse the vigilance of the Righteous Lineage, one of the Seven Lineages Confucian Sect schools.

He couldn't take the accessory away until he knew whether its loss would harm Little Huan Qing.

If this thing is related to Little Huan Qing's life, and the two are intertwined, with one dying and the other thriving, then it will be troublesome.

"Uncle, I'm going to kill you!" Little Huan Qing suddenly regained consciousness.

Unfortunately, Zhang Rongfang noticed in time and quickly covered his mouth. The sound immediately became indistinct.

He opened his little mouth and bit.

Click.

Unfortunately, it didn't have teeth. When it bit into Zhang Rongfang's steel-plate-like flesh, it hurt so much that it broke out in a sweat.

"Don't be afraid. Your uncle is here." Zhang Rongfang was completely oblivious to what he was saying, preoccupied with figuring out how to resolve the situation.

Seeing that Little Huan Qing, he covered his mouth with one hand and gently tapped the back of his head with the other.

Little Huan Qing then fainted again.

Unexpectedly, it seemed that resistance had developed. Just a few minutes later, Little Huan Qing actually woke up again.

He opened his mouth as if to start cursing again.

Then, less than two seconds later, her eyes rolled back and she fainted again.

Zhang Rongfang used one hand to knock Little Huan Qing unconscious, and the other hand to play with the sword-shaped accessory, carefully examining the patterns and Locked Script on it.

Yes, this accessory actually has a script that looks extremely similar to Locked Script.

Unfortunately, after looking at it for a long time, he could only recognize a small part of the content, most of which was praising the righteousness of a gentleman.

'Aside from the slightly different materials, there doesn't seem to be much else special,' Zhang Rongfang pondered.

Then the accessories were hung back on Little Huan Qing.

Little Huan Qing regained consciousness and was about to shout when he met Zhang Rongfang's eyes, who was deep in thought.

He shuddered.

In just over ten minutes, he had been knocked unconscious eight times. At this moment, he was experiencing a sharp pain in the back of his head.

Feeling the accessory return to her body, Little Huan Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and her complexion slowly returned to normal.

"You're awake? You were so sleepy just now, so your uncle held you and you slept for a little while. Are you feeling better now?" Zhang Rongfang said with a smile.

Before Little Huan Qing could finish speaking, Zhang Rongfang grabbed her by the neck, silencing her.

"You still want to sleep, huh? Then let's talk for a while longer. Looks like you didn't sleep well last night."

Zhang Rongfang's smiling face slowly blurred, darkened, and disappeared from Little Huan Qing's vision.

He fell into a coma again.

Zhang Rongfang has excellent control over the pressure. After all, with his Dark Light Vision, his ability to monitor blood flow in the neck, and his medical expertise, no one can be more precise in this regard.

Looking at Little Huan Qing, who had fallen asleep again, he was now considering how to communicate this matter with his sister.

So he held the child and sat there until almost 10 p. m. His sister and brother-in-law came over twice during that time. Seeing that the child was sleeping peacefully and quietly, they left with a sense of relief.

Finally, when Zhang Rongfang handed the 'sleeping' Little Huan Qing to the maid, it was already late at night.

He decided to rest in the room next to Little Huan Qing's.

After a careful examination, he couldn't find the cause, so he decided to have a good talk with his sister when it got light.

It might be better to explain Little Huan Qing's situation to him while he is still young and there is still time to save him, and to entrust him with laying a foundation.

He also planned to have a proper talk with his sister about his abilities and his identity.

To enhance the credibility of the judgment regarding Little Huan Qing's case.