A Long Grind to Daoist Monarch-Chapter 124 - 110: Brother Bai and I, Kindred Spirits at First Sight

Yihai Prefecture originally had seventeen high family names, collectively known as the Seventeenth Lineage.

The reason for this name is that each family controlled the various trades upstream and downstream within their industry.

With connections reaching the heavens, they earned gold daily, sitting at the top of the hierarchy.

Hence, they were referred to as "lineage."

For example, the Su Family's Escort Agency, the Mao Family's Pharmacy, the Han Family's Peach Garden Lineage, the Fang Family's Gold Bank.

The customary way to call them was Su Family Lineage, Mao Family Lineage, Han Family Lineage, Fang Family Lineage.

However, this has become an outdated tradition years ago, now everyone just calls them the Thirteen Lineages.

The younger generations do not know what changes occurred or what the secrets were.

Only the older generations know that Yihai Prefecture once experienced four consecutive days of torrential rain, the Nu Yun River swelled and almost broke the dam, as if the Dragon King were angry.

Afterwards, there was no more Su, Mao, Han, or Fang.

"Yihai Canglong! These four words... carry blood feuds!

My uncle was beaten to death alive, and my mother cried, caused a scene, and threatened suicide, lifting the coffin in the yard, publicly asking my grandfather if he still cared about the He Family's dignity!"

He Jingfeng's eyes showed fear, the name Ninghai Zen seemed like a ghost to him:

"As a result, the second day, the third day, my family added two more coffins! Second uncle, third uncle... Alas, Uncle Yang, you don't know, this person was terribly crazy, using his fists to make every high family in the Seventeenth Lineages wear mourning clothes!"

Uncle Yang listened with his heart pounding, asking in surprise:

"This person with the surname Ning, does he have a great background? Otherwise, he offends the Seventeen Lineages of Yihai Prefecture, and yet remains unharmed?"

He Jingfeng seemed at a loss for how to explain, held back for a moment and awkwardly said:

"Anyway, Ninghai Zen cannot be offended, if I am beaten to death by him, father will surely not avenge me, and older brother, third brother should also not entertain the idea, or else it will bring disaster to the whole family... Ten years ago, he didn't even have the Four Cultivation, and it was so difficult, ten years later it is even harder to say."

Uncle Yang furrowed his brows, his dry, emaciated old face showing a hint of doubt, with only three cultivation, can he really be called invincible?

The Seventh Young Master indeed had some sense of being scared out of his wits.

"Uncle Yang, this person lacks martial ethics to the extreme, the Seventeenth Lineages did not fail to invite experts to guard, wanting to bully the weak with strength, but when he saw he couldn't win, he ran faster than anyone, often closing himself off for cultivation, pondering various treacherous tricks, and then suddenly attacking.

Lime, poisoning, disguise, lurking... Truly ruthless and full of cunning strategies!"

He Jingfeng recalled his childhood, eating banquets for half a year due to Ninghai Zen, hearing many rumors from uncles, sighing heavily:

"The most infuriating thing is that his natural talent and understanding are extremely monstrous, practitioners of the same realm can't compete with him, those superior to him are hard to catch.

The Mao Family Lineage which was all-powerful, once used a Seven-leaf Treasure Ginseng King, inviting Four Cultivation Grandmasters from Celestial Water Prefecture... Then he vanished without a trace.

After a full half-year, he reappeared, and from that time forth, any Mao Family eldest sons within three cultivations, went out and died.

It caused a headache for the Mao Family, spending heavy sums to request the capture of tracks from the Daoist Official, but to no avail.

By the way, five years ago, father mentioned it to me briefly, that he broke through Four Cultivation, and immediately went to Celestial Water Prefecture, killing that Grandmaster hired by the Mao Family, reportedly through a sneak attack.

Yihai Prefecture has passed around a saying, 'A gentleman's revenge is not late for ten years, Ninghai Zen's revenge occurs from morning to night, let's steer clear of this madman like sticky candy.'

Uncle Yang's eye twitched, Four Cultivation also employing sneak attacks, heart so filthy, hands so treacherous?

"Lucky, lucky! He has already sworn, henceforth will not set foot in Yihai Prefecture! Let's hurry, as long as we get on a boat to go home, we'll remain safe!"

He Jingfeng hurriedly dashed out of the study, wishing he could grow wings to fly into the County City.

Uncle Yang helplessly reminded:

"Seventh Young Master, if you fail to accomplish the task assigned by the old master, you will surely be punished, think of the Daoist School student's admission quota..."

He Jingfeng didn't look back:

"Being beaten half to death by my father, versus being beaten to death by Ninghai Zen, which one is lighter and which one is heavier, can't I understand?"

Uncle Yang chased after him:

"However crazy that Instructor Ning might be, you haven't offended him, why be afraid?"

He Jingfeng's steps paused, his eyebrows suddenly relaxed, thinking deeply, as if enlightened:

"Right, what am I afraid of?

Ninghai Zen may have killed my uncle, second uncle, and third uncle, but those are matters of bygone times, I'm not thinking of revenge, why worry?

The grudges of the previous generation have nothing to do with me, a junior!"

He laughed heartily, like a heavy stone falling from his heart, his whole demeanor returned to a relaxed, carefree stance.

Returned to the study, grabbed the stack of letters from He Wenbing, glanced at them briefly, dismissively:

"After all, it's just a few crossings, and some shops, if Ninghai Zen's disciples want them, let them have it.

He Wenbing truly has narrow vision, such trivial matters, let the eldest son clean it up."

Uncle Yang was stunned on the spot, wanting to speak but stopping.

Several tens of thousands of silver in stable income annually, can it so easily be given away?

Seventh Young Master, aren't you being too generous!

"Uncle Yang, prepare presents! Pack fifty pounds... no, fifty pounds of Jade Water Rice! We'll personally pay a visit!"

He Jingfeng waved his hand grandly, allocating half from his monthly quota, extravagantly.

"Going to Tongwen Hall?"

Uncle Yang's mind was a bit dazed, unable to understand what the Seventh Young Master was planning.

"Of course, we are visiting Ninghai Zen's esteemed disciple, Bai Qilang!"

He Jingfeng furrowed his brows, using an expression as if saying "you are senile" directed at Uncle Yang: