The Dragon from Hell

Knowing that she almost said the wrong thing, Nishang quickly shut up.

Liuqin was overjoyed, holding An Zisheng's face with a smile on her face: "What are you afraid of? This is Wuxiang Sect, I don't believe that anyone would dare to think of any bad ideas after I tell you!"

"My son, you really didn't disappoint your mother. Now you are already in the fifth stage of Yuanying!"

"You are the eighth-turn golden elixir, plus the fifth stage of Yuanying. In time, even that bastard An Jingfu will not be your opponent."

"By then, the whole Wuxiang Sect will be you. What is there to be afraid of!"

Liuqin's words can be said to be very proud. An Zisheng is less than 300 years old now. There are many talented people who have broken through the Yuanying at his age, but there are only a handful of people who have the eighth-turn golden elixir and can reach the fifth stage of Yuanying.

After all, after reaching the Yuanying, any retreat is for decades. Those who can break through the first and second stages in these decades are already outstanding.

Unless you get a great opportunity, after the Nascent Soul, every small realm of cultivation is piled up with a lot of time and money.

But in these twenty years, An Zisheng not only broke through the five realms of the Nascent Soul, but also broke through two realms, and he was still traveling in the mortal world.

A person who stayed in the mortal world was able to break through two realms in just twenty years without the support of the immortal gate. This is something that ordinary disciples dare not even think about!

It happened to An Zisheng.

The two women looked at An Zisheng with burning eyes, almost treating him as all their hopes.

In fact, before An Zisheng went down the mountain, he was already the hope of the family behind them.

Although he was just an outsider, he had half the blood of the Shang family.

And although the Shang family was a wealthy family, there had not been a genius like An Zisheng in the past five hundred years, so naturally they attached great importance to him.

As for An Jingfu... for Shangjia, he is just a chess piece, a son-in-law, not worth the family's attention. All his resources are given by Shangjia. If they want to overthrow him, they just need to move their fingers.

If it weren't for that incident, An Zisheng would have gone down the mountain in anger. I'm afraid that the position of the leader of Wuxiang Sect would have been replaced by someone else.

"Mother, the leader of Wuxiang Sect is still father. I have left the sect for 20 years. You shouldn't say such things."

An Zisheng's voice was gentle. While speaking, he helped Liuqin to tidy up her messy hair.

It was also in his gentle gaze that Liuqin realized that her appearance was ruined, and she turned her head away in a hurry: "No, Zisheng, don't look at me. Mother can't see anyone now, now..."

But An Zisheng didn't care, he turned Liuqin's shoulders and looked at her with a smile: "Mother, what are you talking about? No matter what you become, I am your son. How can a son dislike his mother?"

Hearing her son's words, Liuqin's emotions softened all of a sudden, and tears flowed again: "Zisheng, you don't know, if you don't come back, mother Dear, maybe, just..."

"Don't worry, no matter what happened before, now that my son is back, everything will be fine." He calmed Liuqin's emotions, stared at her eyes, and said word by word: "Mother, go to sleep, my son is back, leave everything to me. When you wake up, it won't be long before you are still the most noble woman in Wuxiang Sect and even the entire Xianmen..."

An Zisheng's voice seemed to have some magic. After he finished speaking, Liuqin, who was still excited, suddenly stopped crying, and her eyes gradually became confused.

She nodded woodenly, and then fell into An Zisheng's arms and fell asleep.

"Auntie..."

"Hush," without waiting for Nichang to call for help, An Zisheng put a finger on his lips and smiled: "Mother is tired, let her rest first."

Liuqin looked up and saw An Zisheng's eyes.

It was still a familiar person and appearance, but at this moment she was not as excited as when she saw An Zisheng just now. She always felt that her cousin had changed a lot, and his eyes made people feel very uncomfortable.

"Yes."

She silently moved her eyes away without saying anything.

An Zisheng saw her movements, but didn't say anything. After settling Liuqin, he walked to the outer hall with Nishang.

As soon as she came out, Nishang couldn't suppress her excitement and said excitedly: "Cousin, when did you come back? Why didn't you tell us?"

As Nishang said this, she reached out to pull An Zisheng's sleeve.

An Zisheng was taken to Shangjia for upbringing after he was born. He grew up in Shangjia before he was ten years old. He had a deep relationship with Shangjia and naturally was very close to Nishang.

Although he returned to Wuxiang Sect later, he would live in Shangjia for a period of time every year.Shangjia, all the children in Shangjia take him as their role model, everyone loves to run after him, and Nichang is no exception.

So when she saw An Zisheng again, she couldn't help but act like a spoiled child as before.

But she didn't expect that this time An Zisheng didn't touch her head gently as before, and then took out a bunch of good things to make her happy, but quietly avoided her hand.

"Nichang, now you have grown up, and you will get married soon. Men and women should not be close to each other, and you should keep some distance from your cousin."

Seeing An Zisheng turn around and sit down indifferently, Nichang's hand hanging in the air was a little embarrassed, but soon An Zisheng's gentle voice came from the other side: "Why are you standing? Come and sit."

Nichang looked over and found that An Zisheng was still the same as before, no matter his tone or behavior, he revealed a gentleness, a modest gentleman is just like this.

Still the same An Zisheng.

Was it all an illusion before?

After sitting down, An Zisheng poured a glass of water for Nichang and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that Nichang has grown so much in just 20 years. You have been with your mother for this period of time. It's really hard for you."

Liuqin's temper is definitely not good, especially after her face was injured.

An Zisheng knows his mother. Other things are fine, but her appearance is ruined, which is what she can't accept the most.

He saw the mess when he entered the door just now. Now he lowered his eyes and saw the back of Liuqin's scratched hand at a glance.

Because it was injured by the spiritual treasure, the wound did not heal immediately.

An Zisheng smiled and brushed the back of her hand with a feather fan, and the cracked wound healed immediately.

Nichang blushed at his sudden action and said shyly: "Thank you, cousin."

"You and I are brothers and sisters, and you take care of my mother for me. This little thing should be done. Why be polite?"

Except for not letting Nichang get too close to him, An Zisheng has not changed anything.

"Now tell me, what happened during the time I was away, especially... that Qin Feng."