Chapter 22

Rong Kexuan smiled slightly. He had a good impression of these newly recognized brothers and sisters, especially this little sister, who was as lovely as a doll carved from jade and pink.

"Sixth Sister, I am a Spirit Gatherer."

Rong Yihé and Rong Yiyīng exchanged glances, and a hint of excitement flashed in their eyes.

Although they had heard many things from the outside world, it was only at this moment that they truly felt relieved.

"Fifth Brother, let me see your incantation," Rong Kexuan's eyes sparkled as he said, "Our family has never produced a Spirit User before."

Rong Kexuan was slightly taken aback and smiled bitterly, "Sixth Sister, I have just been tested for my Spirit User talent and haven't started formal training yet."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Rong Yilong's eyes. Children find it hard to hide their emotions when their wishes are not fulfilled.

Rong Yiyīng's face turned stern, "Yilong, don't be naughty. The incantations of Spirit Users are not something to be shown for fun."

Rong Yilong responded in a low voice, her lips pouting in委屈.

Rong Kexuan scratched his head and said, "Second Uncle, actually, I have learned a little bit. I would like to ask for your guidance." He turned his head and said, "Sixth Sister, I only know a little bit of Spirit Gathering. Do you want to see it?"

"Yes." Rong Yilong's eyes immediately brightened, instantly forgetting what her father had just said.

Rong Yiyīng smiled bitterly and shook his head helplessly. The others were even more curious, staring intently.

Rong Kexuan bowed to the elders and said, "Please bear with me."

The sphere in the hall instantly accelerated its rotation, and one-third of the mysterious energy was drawn out.

Rong Kexuan pointed at the empty space in front, and it immediately lit up. A faint beam of light suddenly appeared, dazzling everyone's eyes.

In just an instant, the surrounding spiritual energy became agitated.

That faint beam of light seemed to turn into a huge spiritual vortex,疯狂地汲取着周围的灵力。转瞬间，一个崭新的人形灵体就出现在这儿了。

Rong Yihé and Rong Yiyīng's faces changed slightly. They both sensed a powerful aura from this spirit body.

In fact, this spirit body warrior only had the cultivation of a初级武士.

However, spirit body warriors are different from normal humans. They have no emotions, do not know pain, and once given an order, they will execute it at all costs, even if it means mutual destruction, they do not care.

But humans are different. Except for fools, no one would willingly die with a spirit body.

Therefore, the most troublesome thing for a warrior is to encounter a spirit body of the same rank. If caught by such an opponent, there might be no life-threatening danger, but getting rid of it would be extremely difficult.

"Wow, a spirit body."

"Really a spirit body..."

Several third-generation disciples all had bright eyes, chattering excitedly, looking at the spirit body with envy.

"Humph."

Suddenly, a cold snort sounded from the inner hall and spread out.

The younger generation immediately fell silent, even the youngest, Rong Yilong, quietly took a few steps back and hid behind her brother.

Rong Yiyang's face changed slightly, his gaze complex as he looked at the inner hall.

An old man slowly walked out, his gaze as sharp as a knife, exuding a powerful aura.

His cold gaze lingered on Rong Yiyang for a while, as if waiting for something.

Rong Yihé quickly nudged his brother and whispered, "Third Brother, are you going to make Father apologize?"

His voice was very low, only Rong Yiyang could hear it.

Rong Yiyang was taken aback, finally relaxing and bowing to the old man, "Father."

Rong Jielin's tense face gradually relaxed, and he said slowly, "So long, and you didn't come back to see me. Humph, are you waiting for me to die so you can come to my funeral?"

Rong Kexuan was startled, thinking to himself, this grandfather is too hard to get along with, no wonder Father left home.

If it were someone else insulting his father, he would risk his life to make that person pay. But when Rong Jielin scolded, they could only listen obediently.

Even if Rong Jielin beat Rong Yiyang, Rong Kexuan would at most save his father, he would never dare to lay a hand on the old man.

Rong Yihé and Rong Yiyīng stepped forward together, "Father, today is the great day of Third Brother's return, don't be angry."

Rong Jielin snorted and turned his head, his gaze falling on the spirit body. He suddenly said, "Make this spirit body attack me."

"Ah, what?" Rong Kexuan was stunned, almost doubting his ears.

Rong Jielin looked at him, his gaze full of authority, "Make your spirit body attack me."

"This..." Rong Kexuan hesitated, glancing at his father.

Rong Yiyang said, "Kexuan, let the spirit body attack with full force." He paused and added, "Your grandfather is a peak Martial Master, stronger than Iron City, it's fine."

Rong Kexuan finally understood, and he said softly, "I apologize."

With a thought, the spirit body immediately jumped up.

When the spirit body was standing still, it looked like a wooden stake, though its aura was not weak, it posed no real threat. But once it moved, it showed great aggressiveness.

It seemed to transform into a beam of light, rushing straight at the old man.

Everyone, including Rong Cai, was startled, especially those who had seen spirit body warriors before, who muttered in their hearts. Is this a spirit body warrior? What fast speed.

Rong Jielin shouted, "Come on."

He waved his sleeve, and a surge of true qi was released. This true qi was incredibly powerful, like a wall, crushing toward the spirit body.

However, at this moment, the spirit body, which seemed unstoppable, suddenly crouched down.

It supported itself with its hands, curling into a ball and rolling toward Rong Jielin.

"Ah?" Everyone gasped in unison, even Rong Jielin was slightly surprised.

However, he was a seasoned warrior, far beyond ordinary people. Despite the unexpected action of the spirit body, he immediately reacted.

He swept his sleeve, and another surge of true qi rushed out, heading downward.

But the spirit body seemed to have a mind of its own. It jumped up again, skillfully avoiding the old man's true qi attack and circling around to his back.

A hint of embarrassment and anger flashed across Rong Jielin's face.

Failing repeatedly, and in front of so many younger generations, where could he put his old face?

Taking a deep breath, his body suddenly swelled.

A terrifying aura surged from his body, spreading out in an instant.

At this moment, everyone felt as if the old man had transformed into a giant lion, exuding an aura that could not be easily challenged.

Then, the old man's figure retreated, and he pounced out with lightning speed.

Rong Kexuan's heart tightened. Before he could react, he saw the old man grab the spirit body.

"Boom..."

Powerful true qi erupted, and the spirit body was shattered into pieces, instantly dissipating into the void.

Rong Kexuan's heartbeat quickened slightly. Looking at the old man's imposing figure, he felt a strong, indescribable desire surge in his heart.

I must have even greater power than him.

The old man exhaled, and the aura around him dissipated.

He turned his head, looking at Rong Kexuan, and said solemnly, "Was it you who controlled the spirit body just now?"

"Yes," Rong Kexuan composed himself and replied.

"How did you come up with this idea?"

Rong Kexuan hesitated for a moment but still answered honestly, "I saw how the Iron City enforcer of the Discipline Hall easily killed the spirit body." He looked at the void and continued, "Although this spirit body has some strength, it is not a real human. Once it encounters a much stronger opponent, it will be instantly killed. So, I used my mind to control it, hoping it would last a bit longer."

Rong Jielin nodded slowly, "Not bad, a good idea. You can think outside the box and adapt in battle. You have a bright future, much better than my unfilial son."

Rong Kexuan was speechless, his mouth opening and closing, not knowing how to respond.

Rong Jielin took a few steps forward, coming to his side, and a hint of warmth slowly appeared on his stern face. "Good child, what do you call me?"

Rong Kexuan secretly glanced at his father. Rong Yiyang sighed lightly and nodded slowly.

Rong Kexuan then looked up and called affectionately, "Grandfather."

"Good, good, good!" Rong Jielin laughed heartily, reaching out to grab Rong Kexuan, and ordered, "Today, our grandfather and grandson have met, it's a big event for the family. Bring wine to celebrate."

Rong Kexuan felt the warmth in the old man's hand and the affection in his cheerful laughter, his heart warming slightly.

No matter what, this direct family bond cannot be erased.

Rong Cai had already prepared the wine and feast. The family gathered together, and except for the lingering resentment between Rong Jielin and Rong Yiyang, everyone else was in high spirits.

Especially Rong Kexuan, due to his Spirit Gatherer status, he received the admiration and favor of everyone. From Rong Jielin to Rong Yilong, they all looked at him differently.

After a few rounds of drinks, Rong Jielin suddenly spoke, "Yiyang, move back home."

Rong Yiyang looked up suddenly, his heart surging with emotion, and finally said, "Yes, Father."

A hint of relief flashed across the faces of Rong Yihé, Rong Yiyīng, and Rong Cai. This father and son, who had been at odds, were finally reconciled.

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