My Dreams Connect to Ancient Times-Chapter 91 - 84: Impersonation, Lu Xuan’s Tomb Appears
Most importantly, Wu Xiaoxu himself had lived in the slums for years and hadn’t even known his own father was an Earth Immortal. He naturally had no social connections with any of the so-called "chosen" elites, so there was no chance of his cover being blown...
But he still felt a bit out of place.
Walking on land he was incredibly familiar with, it wasn’t long before he arrived at the old cemetery.
The people standing around in the old cemetery were the descendants of Celestial Humans and even Earth Immortals. Most of them were remarkable chosen elites.
As for the Celestial Humans, Earth Immortals, and other powerful figures, they all hovered amidst the clouds in the Celestial Vault, their presence illuminating the surroundings.
"Ahem."
The old Daoist’s voice was noticeably louder, drawing the attention of many of the chosen elites:
"Xiaoxu, you stay here with the others your age. I’m going to find some old friends to catch up with."
Lu Xuan also coughed twice and performed a proper salute.
"Yes, Second Uncle."
With that, the old Daoist nodded and ascended to the clouds in a single step, leaving Lu Xuan standing alone in the old cemetery.
Some of the chosen elites and noble ladies sized him up, while someone whispered:
"That man just now was the Temple Master of Qingxin Temple, a veteran Celestial Human. His older brother is even more impressive—he used to be a Great Physician of the Life Tower. He’s the one who caused such a stir a while back. I heard he was transferred to the Langya Province Government to serve as a Governor!"
"Oh?" someone said in surprise, their gaze toward Lu Xuan growing cautious. "So, that means he’s... the son of an Earth Immortal?"
"That’s right!"
Immediately, a sociable chosen elite walked over. He was a short, chubby young man, his face wreathed in smiles.
"My good brother."
He cupped his fists and said:
"I am Chen Dao. My father is the Director of the Langya Province Inspectorate. A pleasure to meet you!"
Lu Xuan’s expression flickered slightly. The Inspectorate was the department above the local Inspectorate office, in charge of all supervisory divisions throughout the province.
’But... what’s with announcing his father’s name right off the bat?’
He immediately put on a warm smile as well.
"Wu Xiaoxu. My father is Wu Datong."
"I’ve heard so much about you!" Chen Dao’s smile grew even wider. "I heard about Uncle Wu’s appointment. My father and I were planning to pay him a visit, but we never got the chance. I never expected to meet you here, Brother Xu."
Lu Xuan was taken aback, a little surprised. Wu Xiaoxu was only fifteen, while the young man before him was at least twenty. ’Why is he calling me Brother Xu?’
But he quickly understood, realizing Chen Dao was just flattering "Wu Xiaoxu."
Chen Dao then spoke again with a cheerful laugh:
"Brother Xu, let me introduce you to some of the top chosen elites in our province. I imagine you’ll be dealing with them often in the future."
With that, he led the way, and Lu Xuan followed close behind.
They soon arrived before a small circle of people. The person at the forefront was somewhat familiar to Lu Xuan—a young woman in a green dress. She had been there the day he killed Hou Qingshan, one of the chosen elites in the crowd.
"Sister Zhiyao!" Chen Dao said. "This is Wu Xiaoxu, the son of our Provincial Government’s new Vice Governor."
After a pause, he introduced her to Lu Xuan:
"This is the noble lady of the Langya Wang Family’s main lineage, Wang Zhiyao."
Pausing again, he pointed to a long-haired young man beside her and said:
"And this is Zhang Jifeng, one of the current generation’s representatives from the ancient Daoist Lineage of Wudang Mountain!"
Lu Xuan recognized him; the man had also been in the crowd of onlookers, standing right next to the girl in green. He nodded to each of them in turn as a greeting.
Wudang Mountain... He had heard of it. It was said to be a Great Daoist Lineage no weaker than Dragon Tiger Mountain, with a heritage spanning over ten thousand years.
At this moment, Wang Zhiyao gave a faint, polite smile and said:
"I’ve long heard of Uncle Wu’s name. He was once a True Immortal, a man of great courage who forsook his position as a Great Physician. Although his cultivation has now fallen to the Earth Immortal Level, he will surely be able to ascend to the rank of True Immortal again in the future."
Hearing her address him, Lu Xuan finally turned his head to properly size up the young woman.
She wore her hair in a ponytail, and her face had slightly sharp features that made her look very capable. Yet, she also possessed eyes as clear as shimmering autumn waters, and her every move exuded an air of nobility.
Smiling, Lu Xuan cupped his fists and said:
"To be honest, I don’t know much about my father’s affairs myself. I rarely ask about them."
Wang Zhiyao nodded. For a moment, neither knew what to say, and the atmosphere became slightly awkward.
Instead, it was Chen Dao who broke the silence at the right moment, saying with a smile:
"Brother Feng, you keep looking around. Are you waiting for someone?"
The long-haired Zhang Jifeng nodded slightly.
"Yes, I’m waiting for someone."
"Who?"
"Who else could it be?" Wang Zhiyao interjected with a lovely smile. "Naturally, it’s that murderous brute. Brother Zhang said he wanted to meet him."
Chen Dao was taken aback. ’A murderous brute?’
Just as he was about to speak, a jeering voice came from the side.
"Are you talking about that Lu Xuan?"
Hearing this, Lu Xuan glanced over. Not far away, a young man was speaking with a cold sneer:
"I’ve already received word. He’s not coming, nor does he dare to. In the end, he’s just a coward."
Another person chimed in:
"Exactly. Brother Shangpin just wasn’t there that day. Otherwise, how could that Lu Xuan have acted so arrogantly? It’s just a shame about Chen Tu and Du Xueling..."
Chen Dao then quietly introduced them to Lu Xuan:
"Those two are no ordinary people. The young man who spoke first is the son of our province’s Grand Governor. He shares your surname, Wu. His name is Wu Shangpin. I don’t know if you’ve met him, Brother Xu... The other one is Sakata Izumi, the legitimate son of a director at Sakata Heavy Industries."
Lu Xuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, while beside him, the green-robed Wang Zhiyao said coolly:
"He dared to raise his blade against a Celestial Human and face an Earth Immortal, and he even cut down Hou Qingshan, who was at the peak of the Grandmaster realm... Wu Shangpin, if you had really been there at the time, would you have dared to say a single word?"
The young man’s expression darkened. He shot the green-robed girl a cool glance but chose not to argue, instead turning his attention to Lu Xuan:
"So you’re Wu Xiaoxu?"
He clasped his hands behind his back and said in an authoritative tone:
"Since your father, Wu Datong, has already taken up his post, why haven’t I seen you accompany him to my home to pay respects? Never mind. My father is your father’s superior, after all. Come here and stand behind me."
As he spoke, Wu Shangpin shot a provocative look at Wang Zhiyao.
Lu Xuan found this baffling and furrowed his brow.
"Do I know you?"
Wu Shangpin’s smile froze.
His expression visibly darkened, and he said coldly:
"I’m giving you a chance to join our circle. It’s for your own good, kid. Your father just arrived at the Provincial Government. Don’t..."
"That’s enough out of you," Wang Zhiyao cut in, her words sharp. "Xiaoxu’s father was once a True Immortal of this era. His position at the Provincial Government is merely nominal. You should go home and ask your own father if he would dare to put on airs in front of Xiaoxu’s father."
The corner of Wu Shangpin’s mouth twitched, his face as grim as still water.
Only Lu Xuan remained bewildered and confused. ’These people are so strange,’ he thought. ’They seem to be competing with each other... but why aren’t they comparing talent or cultivation? Why are they comparing... fathers?’
Wang Zhiyao was decent enough, but that Wu Shangpin across from them couldn’t form a sentence without mentioning his father. ’Can someone like that... really be called one of the chosen?’
At this thought, Lu Xuan gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head.
Just then, Chen Dao tried to step in and smooth things over, playing the part of the friendly mediator:
"It’s all a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding. We’re all..."
"Do you have any right to speak here?" Wu Shangpin, having apparently found an outlet for his anger, mercilessly berated Chen Dao.
The latter’s chubby face trembled, but he maintained a broad smile, continuously nodding and agreeing.
Lu Xuan shook his head again.
Suddenly, a loud humming sound filled the air. The chatter in the area gradually died down as the chosen elites all turned their heads toward the giant pit in the center of the cemetery. From above the clouds, the Celestial Humans, Earth Immortals, and other powerful figures also cast their gazes downward.
The great pit trembled. Then, an immense torrent of Spiritual Qi erupted from it, shooting straight into the sky. A Celestial Human who failed to dodge in time was struck by the torrent. He coughed up mouthfuls of blood as his body began to crack apart!
The tremors grew more and more intense. Under the pressure of the massive torrent of Spiritual Qi, the earth within the pit churned and slowly began to rise!
A moment later, the giant pit became level ground. A Bronze Gate and a Bronze Stele had both surfaced, gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight.
The gate shimmered with iridescent light, carved with strange and mystical patterns. As for the Bronze Stele...
There were only three words on it.
[Lu Xuan’s Tomb]
Lu Xuan’s eyes went wide.
’What in the world?’
’Whose tomb??’
