The Way of The Dao

"Feng Zhi, you dare!"

A man with a complexion over 70 years old shouted furiously as he entered the personal courtyard and fiercely grabbed the collar of the robe of the old man who was going to take Ling Tian's hand to perform the blood test.

"Feng Wuyu! Let go of me!" The elder, Feng Zhi, glared angrily at the man who had just entered.

"Dare to touch a single hair of my son's head and you won't know how you died!" The man who had just arrived, Feng Wuyu, glared furiously and angrily at Feng Zhi without letting go of him. His gaze was completely filled with murderous intent!

Ling Tian narrowed his eyes and looked curiously at this old man who was no different from someone dying. This man had a completely old complexion, with wrinkles on his face and a thinness that was beginning to show, as if he had lost many pounds recently. His breathing was agitated and he looked like he was about to fall at any moment. Only that powerful aura radiating from him made him completely strange, as if he had a mysterious source full of vigor and energy inside him.

"Ninth Elder, calm down please!"

"Brother stop!"

"You two try to control yourselves!"

Several elders quickly intervened between Feng Wuyu and Feng Zhi when they saw that they had no intention of pulling away.

"Feng Zhi, back off!" Feng Rao firmly ordered and made Feng Zhi reluctantly move back a few steps.

"Feng Wuyu."

"Feng Rao."

Feng Rao said and Feng Wuyu glared back at the former firmly and coldly.

Feng Rao sighed as if he was feeling some guilt and said, "Feng Wuyu, we don't want to hurt your son, it's just that I needed to confirm if he really was Feng Yu..."

"Of course he's my son! Do you think a father can't recognize his own son?" Feng Wuyu exclaimed furiously as he looked at Feng Rao and Feng Zhi. When the news that his son, Feng Yu, who had disappeared more than 5 years ago had returned, Feng Wuyu ran with all his might to see him for himself! His heart was filled with anxiety and hope.

"Are you sure you can recognize your son? Can you give your word that it is him?" Feng Zhi coldly questioned Feng Wuyu.

Finally, Feng Wuyu turned to look at Ling Tian. When he turned around, his pupils contracted briefly before quickly returning to normal, preventing anyone from being able to notice that slight change.

But Ling Tian still caught it.

"Of course he is my son! I can guarantee it with my life!"

Once Feng Wuyu turned around, he assured in a firm and resolute voice, expressing that Ling Tian really was his missing son!

"How can you..."

"It's okay." Feng Rao interrupted what Feng Zhi wanted to say, raising his hand and looking at Feng Wuyu before continuing, "Although I must remember that this is my son's bedroom..."

* Boom! *

A powerful pressure burst out in the surroundings!

This pressure came from Feng Wuyu, releasing all his energy as he coldly glared at Feng Rao.

Feng Rao gritted his teeth slightly as he resisted this pressure directly towards him, the other elders were also affected and several couldn't help but take a few steps back; they had all thought that Feng Wuyu's cultivation had diminished after becoming depressed and searching like crazy for his son's whereabouts, but now they realized that he was still as strong, even as strong as the Patriarch!

"Half-Step to Golden Core!" Feng Zhi muttered through gritted teeth as he tried to resist this aura. Although his cultivation was at the Peak Stage of Foundation Establishment, he still had a hard time resisting heavily a little against someone of Half-Step.

"It's alright! We won't insist anymore!" Feng Rao finally released his aura as well and clashed against Feng Wuyu, barely managing to balance.

"Hmph!" Feng Wuyu snorted and shouted angrily, "Then leave! Don't bother us anymore!" His cold and furious expression said that he was ready to fight them seriously if they continued to insist.

In all this time, Ling Tian had not even stood up, let alone spilled the cup of tea in his hands. But no one noticed this.

"Uhm?" Just as Feng Rao and the other elders began to retreat, Ling Tian finally furrowed his brows in annoyance as he looked up to the sky this time with an exact direction after sensing a slight disturbance in one of the rooms and realizing that Xuanyuan Ling had been awakened by this commotion.

"Hmm? What's wrong, Grandpa?"

In the sky, two imperceptible figures mingled in the air and among the clouds, silently watched what was happening in the personal courtyard where Ling Tian was currently standing.

"Stop, Xiao'er! Don't use your spirit sense!"

The figure that looked young tried to use his spirit sense to see what was going on below, but was quickly stopped by the voice of the one who seemed to be an old man.

The young man quickly retracted his spirit sense and kept silent as he heard the other person's slightly trembling voice, wondering if it was really his imagination.

However, if he could see the figure beside him, the young man could tell that the old man was sweating with nerves as he felt a sensation he hadn't felt in a long time: fear.

'I haven't felt this since I met those two young celestial fairies in the past...'

The old man thought to himself as he unconsciously swallowed shakily, being aware that the gaze of that seated young man was directly locked on him!

It's as if he made one more move and he would be killed the next second!

This feeling would only be given to him by those great experts who had no comparison and parallel in the world!

The man slowly retracted his spirit sense that was near the rooms, feeling terror and fear as he realized that even that young man was not using spirit sense and could still see him!

He could not feel any energy that indicated to him that there was spirit sense in him!

That only indicated to him that this young man's power was far beyond his own, even though he was already at the peak of cultivation...

Feng Rao and the others finally left the personal courtyard where Ling Tian was, leaving Feng Wuyu in it.

Ling Tian withdrew his faint, killing gaze towards the two figures in the sky that pretended to sneakily observe the rooms where Xuanyuan Ling and Shin Wei were when he noticed that the spirit sense withdrew in the same manner. Ling Tian quickly calmed Xuanyuan Ling so that she could continue to rest. Then, he looked at the back of Feng Wuyu, who the latter had not turned around and watched until the last of the elders left.

"I'm sorry." Ling Tian sighed soon after and whispered with a sympathetic tone, looking at the lonely and sad back that this man was trying to hide inside once that fierce and powerful aura disappeared. He knew that this man had lied and was aware that he was not his son; a true father who really loves his children could recognize them even if many years had passed, and this man easily knew that Ling Tian was not his son.

Ling Tian could notice the obvious hope in his eyes that was completely destroyed when he saw him a few moments ago, so he apologized precisely for not being the son he so longed for.

"Don't worry, it's not your fault..."

A melancholy, sad and depressive voice came out of his mouth as a sad aura also emanated from him.

Although Feng Wuyu had heard that his son had lost his memory and had become a cripple, he didn't care! He was his son after all! The only important being he had left after his wife had died and whom he never stopped looking for all this time!

His son was all he had left to carry on!

"But although I would have loved for you to be him..."

Feng Wuyu turned around and looked at Ling Tian's face with a gentle smile, thinking that maybe his son could have been handsome like this young man in front of him once he grew up.

"Isn't that...?!" But when Feng Wuyu finally noticed the battered old book on the side of the cup in front of Ling Tian, his face paled and he staggered for a few seconds, showing an expression of disappointment and pain. His consciousness almost disappeared and he almost fainted.

Ling Tian quickly stood up and supported Feng Wuyu's body, helping him to take a seat before he fell to the ground. Ling Tian sat back down, looking at Feng Wuyu's lost and empty gaze.

"I found this in that Celestial Tiger's cave..."

After a while of Feng Wuyu's complexion slightly recovering and becoming conscious again, Ling Tian gently pushed the book on the table towards Feng Wuyu, looking at him with a slightly sad expression.

Feng Wuyu's pupils dilated briefly when he heard what Ling Tian had told him.

Ling Tian could understand that this man really loved his son and still had some hope inside him until he recognized that mysterious book that belonged to Feng Yu, thus finally disappearing all traces of hope for him.

Feng Wuyu shakily moved his hand as he gently took the small old book on the table, as if he was reluctant to take it at the same time, not wanting to accept what was on his mind and it was obvious.

Once he took the small book, Feng Wuyu held it for a long time before taking a deep breath and opening it, to start reading it with trembling hands and a nervous and pained expression. As he began to read it, he couldn't help but show a cheerful smile that seemed to bring a little life back to him, and then let out a few small laughs in a few moments, which would unfortunately be swallowed by the sadness and despair inside him.

Finally, Feng Wuyu reached the last page that had been written. A deep pain and sadness emanated from him as he tightly but gently embraced the book to his chest and could not help but let out a hoarse voice full of pain and sadness that spread throughout the courtyard.