Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1269 - 378: [Only Saints Are Beyond Reach!] (Part 2)

Fortunately, Lord Jiang Yu passed by and executed the Evil Cultivator, allowing me to narrowly escape death.

Seeing that I had some talent in cultivation, Lord Jiang Yu adopted me as his foster daughter. Later, I learned that Lord Jiang Yu hailed from a noble family and possessed profound cultivation. Besides me, he adopted several foster sons and daughters, some of whom were orphans like me having faced calamity, while others were descendants of comrades who fell in battle under Lord Jiang Yu.

I grew up by Lord Jiang Yu’s side and received his guidance, beginning my cultivation. Upon coming of age, I joined Lord Jiang Yu in serving the army.

Luoyan Town was the last stronghold where I served in the Domain Immortal Platform’s Xiantai Battle Department."

"Lord Jiang Yu was kind and benevolent towards outsiders but was extremely stringent in his governance. On normal days, he was also quite strict with us, his foster children. I respected and was grateful to my foster father, yet I didn’t dare to become too close to him.

On the contrary, one of my foster father’s friends, who later became notorious throughout the Domain Realm, was very kind to us younger ones during the time in Luoyan Town.

That lord hailed from an even more extraordinary background, being a descendant of a Saint’s noble family, and he was the legitimate successor of his lineage, possessing remarkable talents that even my foster father couldn’t compare to.

My father and that lord were extremely close, and it was said that the lord came to Luoyan Town specifically for my father’s sake. But later, I gradually noticed that they seemed to be scheming something in secret.

That lord merely stated that he frequently traveled, not residing within the town. With his noble family background and the protection from my father, the Town General, others found it hard to say much, even if questioned by the Immortal Platform’s Patrol Army Envoy, they could just vaguely respond.

But later, I discovered that the lord’s travels were not as simple as mere ’journeying’.

For once, I accidentally saw that the lord returned from outside only to lie weakly within his courtyard, on the brink of dying as if his lifeforce were fading away.

I carried him back into the room and used an elixir to save him.

That time, before the lord had awakened, my foster father already arrived and sternly warned me not to reveal what I had seen today, commanding me to take a Heavenly Dao oath on the spot.

Loyal to my foster father, I naturally would never do anything against him, so I immediately took the oath.

However, following that incident, my foster father trusted me even more and straightforwardly assigned me a task to serve the lord.

I was then able to interact more frequently with the lord.

The lord truly was not often present in the town. When he went out, his whereabouts were unknown to everyone, but I alone knew that every time he returned, he would first retreat at home for a few days to regain his strength before appearing publicly pretending to have just returned.

Each time he returned, his complexion appeared pale like a dying person, with energy depleted and Primordial Qi nearly exhausted, as if near the end of his life, leaving me to wonder what he undertook during those outings.

But as my foster father had ordered me sternly not to inquire, I naturally didn’t dare to speak much.

Yet, there was once when the lord returned severely injured, more so than before. That time he secretly rested at home for three months before recovering.

During those three months, to conceal his whereabouts and ensure outsiders didn’t learn of his weakened state, I alone was responsible for secretly tending to him.

The lord’s temperament differed from my foster father; he was amiable and easy-going, often joking with us, the juniors, sometimes rewarding us with exotic treats and occasionally giving pointers on my cultivation.

However, upon his return that time, he seemed deeply troubled, with an indelible anxiety clouding his brow, utterly unlike his usual carefree and cheerful nature.

I looked after him for over ten days before he finally regained enough Primordial Qi to walk, yet he had become quiet and reticent.

I often saw him standing alone in the courtyard, staring blankly at the sky. For someone of his nature to become like this, he hardly engaged in conversation. Each day, regardless of how I cared for him, he didn’t speak much, spending more and more time in reflection.

My foster father, being the Town General and attracting significant attention daily, couldn’t visit often, only occasionally sneaking over late at night for a short stay before having to leave.

I always felt they seemed to be hiding from something.

One night, when my father stealthily visited the lord, I discovered the two engaged in a fierce argument within the room.

Despite my father’s usual precise nature, he wasn’t naturally eloquent and seldom quarrelled with others. As for the lord, he was also amiable and never argued.

Yet that time, the two, usually very close, argued intensely. Unintentionally witnessing the scene, I saw the lord looking steadfast while my father appeared extremely displeased. My father asked the lord a question, something akin to: Is this truly the only option left? No other way?

But upon noticing my presence, my father immediately rebuked me to withdraw quickly.

Before leaving, I saw the lord comforting my father with a pat on the shoulder.

The next day, when I saw my father, I noticed a grave expression on his face, the air of authority and heaviness around him becoming even more pronounced. Ever since that incident, my father rarely smiled and was increasingly stern.