Starting From A Son In Law To Build An Long Lasting Family Chapter 1138: 258: Returning Home — Family Reunion

"Daoist Xiao? She's been speaking far too much."

A light cough escaped Lu Changsheng, his demeanor remaining utterly composed.

Ling Zixiao chuckled, her eyes transforming into delicate crescent moons. "My Lord, there's no point in denying it. Daoist Xiao mentioned that Fairy Qingyi's injuries were exceptionally severe — it wasn't just anyone who could have managed to save her in such a state."

"Moreover," she added, tilting her head slightly, "Fairy Qingyi is celebrated as one of the most stunning beauties in the Jin Kingdom. For you to expend so much effort in rescuing her... it truly makes one ponder."

"Zixiao." Lu Miaoge's voice, though gentle, carried a subtle warning.

Ling Zixiao immediately straightened, although a hint of a smile lingered on her lips.

Lu Changsheng cast a glance at his wife beside him. Lu Miaoge's expression was serene, yet her fingers had tightened almost imperceptibly around his hand.

He responded with a gentle squeeze.

"It was merely a matter of the circumstances," he stated, his tone unhurried. "Fairy Qingyi and I happened to cross paths during the events within the secret realm. To leave someone to perish when it was within my capacity to offer aid — that is not something I am capable of doing."

He paused momentarily, then continued with a faint smile: "Furthermore, she is Senior Sister Xiyue's martial sister. Assisting her was akin to aiding our own kin."

Lu Miaoge observed him for a moment before exhaling softly and giving a nod. The conversation on that particular topic concluded.

Bai Ling patted her slightly rounded abdomen and declared with cheerfulness, "My Lord is invariably like this. Too kind-hearted for his own good."

"Ling'er." Lu Changsheng looked at her, his eyes filled with warmth. "How have you been feeling?"

"Quite well." Bai Ling beamed. "The child has been remarkably well-behaved. Sister Miaoge has been taking excellent care of me."

Lu Changsheng nodded, his gaze sweeping over the countenances of the women who had gathered around him — Lu Miaoge's quiet fortitude, Bai Ling's gentle warmth, Bing'er's soft smile, Ling Zixiao's spirited nature, Lu Miaoyun's languid grace, and Qu Zhenzhen's eager curiosity.

After an absence spanning nearly a year, during which he navigated countless perils, this moment felt akin to breaking the surface after being submerged in deep waters.

This is home, he mused simply.

"Come, let us proceed inside," Lu Miaoge said softly, gently tugging at his sleeve. "You must be weary. I have already instructed the kitchen to prepare your favorite dishes."

"Now that is precisely what I have been anticipating," Lu Changsheng remarked with a genuine laugh.

The evening unfolded with a heartwarming ambiance.

The Mount Sumeru Cave Heaven emanated a cultivation aura imbued with the potent spiritual energy of its recently advanced Third Rank Spirit Vein. The atmosphere felt purified, the light softer, and the ambient spiritual pressure was noticeably more robust than prior to Lu Changsheng's departure.

Throughout the dinner, the women recounted the events that transpired during his absence — the advancement of the Spirit Vein, the progress in their individual cultivation journeys, and the myriad of minor occurrences and tranquil days that constituted the fabric of life at Bi Lake Mountain.

Lu Changsheng listened with unwavering attention to every detail, posing inquiries, interjecting laughter at opportune moments, his posture relaxed in a manner that had been absent for almost the entirety of the preceding year.

Subsequently, while seated in the main hall with his tea cooling within his grasp, he shifted his thoughts towards more pragmatic concerns.

The acquisitions from the Tianyuan Secret Realm were substantial. The Treasure Emperor Lotus. The inheritance of the Hundred Arts of Cultivation. The Tianyuan Scripture. The significant advancements in his personal cultivation. All of these elements necessitated meticulous organization and equitable distribution.

There was also the matter of Chu Qingyi.

His contemplation of her was brief. The situation had unfolded as it did, and dwelling upon it served no practical purpose. She possessed her own distinct path, and he, his own.

What held paramount importance now was the sanctuary of home.

"My Lord."

Ling Zixiao materialized at the threshold, lightly leaning against the doorframe. The effervescent playfulness from earlier had subsided, replaced by a more tranquil demeanor.

"Daoist Xiao conveyed a message while you were at dinner," she informed him. "Senior Sister Xiyue relays that... Master Yun Wanshang requests your presence."

Lu Changsheng's hand, cradling the teacup, became motionless.

He set the cup down deliberately.

A Nascent Soul cultivator. Chu Qingyi's master. A woman whose estimation of him, based on all available indications, wavered somewhere between profound skepticism and outright displeasure.

He remained silent for a moment.

Then, releasing a short exhalation, he rose to his feet.

"Did she specify a time?"

"Tomorrow morning," Ling Zixiao replied. "Senior Sister Xiyue mentioned... that Master's tone was not particularly amiable."

"When has it ever been?" Lu Changsheng murmured to himself.

He gave his shoulders a slight roll, his expression reverting to its customary composed ease.

Whatever Yun Wanshang intended to convey to him — be it a caution, a reprimand, or some other matter entirely — he would confront it just as he faced all other challenges.