Chapter 1427: Is It Him?

"Me?"

Zhang Xuan was taken aback, then gave a wry smile: "How is that possible!"

He had already checked; there was no Zhang family bloodline in his body, which meant he was definitely not a member of the Zhang family.

Besides, if he really were a genius of the Zhang family, why hadn't anyone come to find him?

He had beaten Zhang Chun, Zhang Feng, and others, yet no one had noticed anything unusual?

Moreover, the other party was born a saint, while his own cultivation was so low—there was simply no comparison!

But... what did high talent matter?

If anyone dared to compete with him for Ruoxi, he would definitely beat them until they had no teeth left!

"I also think it's impossible, but the expression between the eyebrows is indeed somewhat similar. Of course, it might also be that it's been too long, and I can't remember clearly..." Jian Qinsheng chuckled and shook his head.

A little genius with such talent would surely receive the strictest protection and nurturing. How could he be allowed to wander outside and become a rogue cultivator?

Unless the people of the Zhang family had been kicked in the head by a donkey, it would be absolutely impossible.

While discussing with Jian Qinsheng on the back of the sacred beast, in the cloud-wreathed Zhang family, a figure flew over rapidly and landed outside the gate.

"Hu Yiwei, a subordinate of Master Yang, seeks an audience with the head of the Zhang family!"

Handing over his name card, the figure clasped his fists.

It was none other than Hu Yiwei, the Left Envoy of the Poison Hall, who had competed with Sun Qiang under Master Yang.

At this moment, he seemed to have been flying continuously for a long time, appearing somewhat fatigued, and his aura was unstable.

After leaving the Saint Son Hall, he had not gone to find Master Yang but had come directly to the Zhang family. To be precise, he had been flying continuously for nearly a month.

"Please wait a moment!"

The gatekeeper did not dare to be negligent and hurried inside. Before long, he came out again: "Senior, this way please!"

"Mm."

Following closely behind, he entered the courtyard and soon arrived at a spacious room.

Inside the room, a middle-aged man sat in the main seat, a look of weariness on his face. Seeing him approach, he extended his hand: "Brother Hu, long time no see. Please, have a seat!"

"Greetings, Sword Saint!"

Not daring to sit, Hu Yiwei bowed with clasped hands.

Although he was a Nine-Star Poison Master with an astonishingly high cultivation level, he still did not dare to act arrogantly before this person.

Not to mention swordsmanship, even in terms of pure strength, he was no match.

"No need for formalities!"

The middle-aged man waved his hand.

"I came here to inquire about the whereabouts of my master. Half a year ago, we parted ways, and he said he was coming to the Zhang family. I wonder if he is here?"

Hu Yiwei looked up.

"Master Yang did come, but he is currently in seclusion, and I cannot contact him..."

The middle-aged man said.

"In seclusion?"

Understanding dawned, and Hu Yiwei's face showed anxiety, as if he had something to say but hesitated whether to speak.

"What's wrong? Speak your mind..."

Seeing his expression, the middle-aged man frowned and asked.

"It's like this... I discovered a genius around twenty years old. Inside his body... there seems to be a... congenital fetal poison that I once administered!"

Pausing, Hu Yiwei gritted his teeth and said.

"Poison you administered?"

The middle-aged man suddenly stood up, his body trembling uncontrollably, unable to believe it: "Are you sure?"

"The poison I administered, even though so many years have passed and it has been greatly weakened, I can still easily recognize it. There is absolutely no mistake!"

Hu Yiwei nodded.

"What is his name? Where is he?"

Greatly agitated, the middle-aged man hurriedly looked over, losing his previous composure, his tone urgent.

"His name is Zhang Xuan, and he is currently in the Hall of Holy Sons..."

Hu Yiwei said.

"Zhang Xuan? The name isn't right, but the surname is Zhang..."

Frowning, the middle-aged man then thought of something, filled with excitement and agitation: "It must be him... absolutely! Go invite him over quickly, tell him I want to see..."

He gave an order but stopped mid-sentence: "No need, I'll go myself!"

With that, he stepped down from his seat, took out a communication jade talisman, and sent a thought. Before long, a middle-aged woman flew over hurriedly.

Though she no longer looked young, her features and figure showed that in her youth she must have been a beauty, no less than Hu Yaoyao and the others.

Especially her aura, like a drawn sword, as if it could pierce the void and shuttle through at any moment.

Dream Sword Saint, Wang Mengya.

"Do you have news of him? Is it true..."

Her eyes reddened, the Dream Sword Saint looked over, seemingly full of worry, afraid that her hopes would be dashed again.

"Brother Hu said that in the Saint Son Hall he met a genius about twenty years old, who has the fetal poison he planted inside him..."

The middle-aged man pointed at the poison master before him.

The Dream Sword Saint quickly looked over.

"...In reply, madam, what I said is absolutely true, I dare not deceive!"

Hu Yiwei hurriedly bowed and recounted in detail what he had said before.

"It must be him..."

Her delicate body trembled, tears nearly falling from the Dream Sword Saint's eyes. She quickly looked up at her husband: "I want to go to the Saint Son Hall. Are you coming?"

"Of course I'm going!"

The middle-aged man nodded.

"The family assembly is about to convene. If you, the patriarch, are absent, aren't you afraid the ancestor will be angry?"

The Dream Sword Saint said.

"We have already given enough to the family. After searching for so many years, now that we finally have definite news, anyone who tries to stop me is opposing me, is my enemy!"

Waving his hand, the middle-aged man released a powerful aura.

Especially his sword intent, as if it could soar into the sky at any moment and roam the nine heavens.

"Yes, we've given enough to the family... So many years, I wonder if he's doing well, if he's gone hungry..."

Tears fell from the Dream Sword Saint's eyes.

"Let's go!"

Seeing his wife cry, the middle-aged man waved his hand.

Boom!

With a roar, a sacred beast appeared before them. He shook his body and landed on the beast's back; the Dream Sword Saint followed closely.

"Brother Hu, regarding what you just said, I hope you won't tell anyone. Also, please keep our whereabouts a secret."

Standing on the beast's back, the middle-aged man clasped his hands.

"Rest assured, Sword Saint, I won't breathe a word of this to anyone!"

Hu Yiwei quickly nodded.

He knew that if he dared to leak it, he would die on the spot, so he immediately agreed without any hesitation.

"That's good. If the person you mentioned is truly the one we're looking for, my wife and I will return to thank you in person..."

Waving his hand, the middle-aged man looked over again: "Also, Master Yang is cultivating in the Zhang residence, so you need not worry. Just stay here comfortably. I have already sent a message; once he emerges from seclusion, he will come to find you."

"Thank you, Sword Saint!"

Hu Yiwei clasped his hands again.

"Mm."

Without further ado, the middle-aged man tapped his foot.

Whoosh!

The sacred beast beneath him immediately soared into the sky, flying straight toward the direction of the Saint Son Hall.

After flying for a short while, they saw a sacred beast approaching head-on.

"That's Jian Qinsheng's Cloud Light Sacred Beast!"

Recognizing it, the middle-aged man furrowed his brows.