My Wife Divorced me At the Start but I Gained a Billionfold Repayment System

Chapter 10: Who Gave You the Audacity to Threaten My Daughter?

Very soon, Lin Changkong shot Elder Chen a look from the side.

Elder Chen understood at once and withdrew.

Only after the two of them were left alone did Lin Changkong speak.

“So, how has the matter concerning your husband and children been handled?”

But Feng Qingyu shook her head and recounted everything that had happened.

Hearing that, Lin Changkong looked somewhat surprised.

“Something like that actually happened? You tracked them all the way to Fu Qitian’s place, and yet there was still no sign of them?”

“So, Master, is it possible that Lu Xunxian and the two children were already killed by Fu Qitian?”

Feng Qingyu hesitated, but still voiced her guess. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Lin Changkong, however, waved his hand without the slightest hesitation, indicating that it was impossible.

“If they had truly been killed, the Bloodline Tracking Art could not possibly still be working.”

“If you are worried, you can cast the Bloodline Tracking Art again right now.”

The Bloodline Tracking Art had no usage limit. As long as one’s strength was sufficient, it could be used countless times in a single day.

Lin Changkong stepped forward, forced a drop of blood from Feng Qingyu’s fingertip, and then cast the Bloodline Tracking Art.

Very soon, the spell-infused blood flew out beyond the Qingfeng Sacred Land.

“They are still alive.”

Feng Qingyu’s expression darkened.

But Lin Changkong shook his head.

“They must have merely passed by Fu Qitian’s place earlier. The direction the blood is tracking now is not toward the Myriad Demons Mountain Range.”

“Go make your preparations, and set out again tomorrow.”

“Yes, Master.”

Feng Qingyu nodded in acknowledgment and left to make her preparations.

After Feng Qingyu departed, Lin Changkong stood before his Cave Dwelling and looked outside, unable to stop himself from sighing.

“These really are troubled times. First, the Tiansheng Grand Tournament is about to begin. Now my disciple’s matter is still unresolved. And on top of that, Fu Qitian is actually still alive.”

“Tiansheng Continent probably will not know peace again.”

“Forget it. I should prepare to enter seclusion and make a push for the Saint Emperor Realm.”

At present, Lin Changkong was already a mighty expert at the peak of the Saint Monarch Realm, only a single step away from the Saint Emperor Realm.

Yet that tiny step had trapped him for a full five thousand years.

If he still failed to break through to the Saint Emperor Realm, then in at most another ten thousand years, he would perish in meditation.

Meanwhile, within the Primordial Sacred Land.

Lu Xunxian, who had been sitting in silent meditation by his daughter’s bedside, suddenly opened his eyes, and his brows drew together.

“Who is it? Who dares cast a spell on my children?”

He raised a hand, and a drop of blood infused with a spell fell into his palm.

Looking at the blood in his palm and the spell aura entwined around it, Lu Xunxian recognized the art at a single glance.

“The Bloodline Tracking Art? This is Feng Qingyu’s blood.”

“What exactly is she trying to do?”

With a casual squeeze of his hand, Lu Xunxian extinguished Feng Qingyu’s blood on the spot.

After thinking for a moment, he then left separate protective measures on both his son and daughter, concealing their auras.

With that done, Feng Qingyu would no longer be able to find them through the Bloodline Tracking Art.

Although he did not know what Feng Qingyu intended by searching for them, Lu Xunxian no longer wished to see her, nor did he want the two children to see her.

At that moment, Lu Qingyun, still asleep, let out a series of murmurs.

“Daddy, do not go. I am scared.”

“Daddy is not going anywhere. Daddy is not going anywhere.”

Lu Xunxian held Lu Qingyun’s little hands and leaned close to her ear, softly soothing her.

Only then did Lu Qingyun gradually settle down, whatever nightmare she had been having finally easing.

Looking at his daughter, and at Lu Xiaoyao sleeping nearby as well, Lu Xunxian revealed a thoughtful expression.

Was it time to find the two children a stepmother, someone who could make up for the motherly love they lacked?

But Lu Xunxian quickly shook his head.

This was no small matter. It would be better to consider it carefully.

Soon, the night passed.

Early the next morning, Ye Wushuang arrived outside the residence.

“Senior, are you awake? Holy Lord Gu Feng has already arrived.”

Seeing how respectful Ye Wushuang looked, the old man standing beside him could not help but tease him.

“Old Ye, you are the Holy Lord of the Primordial Sacred Land, a mighty expert in the mid-stage of the Saint Emperor Realm. What kind of senior could there possibly be on Tiansheng Continent that makes you this polite?”

That old man was none other than Gu Feng, the Holy Lord of the Ancient Wood Sacred Land, a late-stage Saint Emperor Realm expert.

Although there was a great difference in their apparent ages, the truth was that the two of them were actually about the same age.

So in the face of Gu Feng’s teasing, Ye Wushuang did not get angry. Instead, he sternly warned him, “Let me make this clear first. That Senior came down from above to gain experience. If you offend him, even I will not be able to help you.”

As soon as Ye Wushuang finished speaking, the gates of the residence opened in response.

Lu Xunxian, dressed in a white robe, stepped out carrying Lu Qingyun in his arms.

The little girl still seemed half asleep. Leaning against Lu Xunxian’s shoulder, she yawned and rubbed her eyes.

“Daoist Ye, this must be Holy Lord Gu Feng.”

Lu Xunxian stepped forward, first glancing at Ye Wushuang before turning his gaze to Gu Feng beside him.

But Gu Feng paid no attention to Lu Xunxian at all. His eyes were wide as he stared at Lu Qingyun in Lu Xunxian’s arms.

“It really is the Myriad Wood Saint Body! Old Ye, you really did not lie to me this time!”

At the side, Ye Wushuang’s face darkened.

“Listen to yourself. When have I ever lied to you?”

“Plenty of times. Before this, you lied to me and said you had found a Myriad Wood Saint Body. I rushed over in a hurry, only for you to make me play chess with you.”

At the mention of that past event, Gu Feng ground his teeth in irritation. At the time, he had been researching a Ninth-Grade Spirit Formation, and he had only just gotten some inspiration when Ye Wushuang forcibly interrupted him.

Not only had there been no so-called Myriad Wood Saint Body, but he had even lost the inspiration he had for studying that ancient formation.

Ye Wushuang coughed lightly and dragged the subject back to the real matter.

“Ahem. That is all in the past now. To make it up to you, I specifically found you a real Myriad Wood Saint Body.”

Gu Feng also cleared his throat, then looked at Lu Qingyun and spoke in a solemn tone.

“Little friend, would you be willing to join my Ancient Wood Sacred Land? I can teach you the Myriad Wood Scripture, the secret art that is never passed on outside my Ancient Wood Sacred Land.”

“In addition, I can establish you as the Holy Maiden of my Ancient Wood Sacred Land.”

Although the Myriad Wood Saint Body was not as powerful as the Primordial Saint Body, nor was it as rare, it was still extraordinarily difficult to come by.

The reason Gu Feng had instantly sensed that Lu Qingyun possessed the Myriad Wood Saint Body was because he possessed one as well.

Those with the Myriad Wood Saint Body could sense one another.

But Lu Qingyun paid no attention to Gu Feng. Instead, she lifted her head and looked at Lu Xunxian.

“Go on. Just like your brother, if you want to remain by Daddy’s side, then stay by Daddy’s side. If you want to remain in the Ancient Wood Sacred Land, then stay in the Ancient Wood Sacred Land.”

“Daddy, I want to stay by your side.”

Lu Qingyun leaned against Lu Xunxian’s shoulder and spoke in a soft, tender voice.

Before Lu Xunxian could say anything, Gu Feng immediately grew anxious.

“The Myriad Wood Scripture is the secret art of my Ancient Wood Sacred Land. Only those with the Myriad Wood Saint Body can cultivate it.”

“If you want to become the Holy Maiden, then you must remain within the Ancient Wood Sacred Land.”

“Senior, you do not want your daughter to be unable to cultivate the Myriad Wood Scripture, do you?”

The moment those words left Gu Feng’s mouth, Ye Wushuang’s face changed at once.

Before he could even speak, Lu Xunxian’s expression darkened instantly, and an extremely terrifying pressure burst forth from his body.

In a single instant, it crushed Gu Feng, a late-stage Saint Emperor, flat to the ground.

“Who gave you the audacity to threaten my daughter!”