Yufeng Manor is famous for its swords. The so-called "riding the wind" means that when the sword is drawn, it can ride the wind and its light is invincible.

Moreover, the Wind-Riding Sword Technique is quite different from that of other sects. After mastering it, each person can freely combine different techniques based on their individual aptitude.

Xie Ming knows how to use a sword, but only the simplest killing techniques—basically, a complete annihilation. If you actually let him unleash his sword skills, it seems he really doesn't know how!

The Wind-Riding Sword Technique emphasizes "doing whatever you want," right? Then he can just practice it casually.

Several more days passed during this training session.

Judging by the time, Zhang Kefeng has already taken Li Buhuan to investigate what happened back then. Once the truth is found, Li Buhuan should take him to Yufeng Manor to "recognize his relatives".

Xie Ming had other matters to attend to, so he didn't plan to return to Yujian Manor for the time being. However, he couldn't let those swindlers get away with anything more, so he had to warn the father and daughter.

His daughter from the previous world secretly made a dream-spreading talisman at home, which he secretly hid.

The world, lacking spiritual energy, was perfect for this. Xie Ming rummaged through his pocket and pulled out two talismans, his face beaming with pride.

Looking at the runes again, he frowned and took out a golden talisman pen to write and draw.

Finally satisfied, he recited a spell, and the two talismans received the command, suspended in space, gradually becoming transparent, and then turned into a phantom and disappeared into the air.

That night, the owners of the two courtyards of Yufeng Manor had a dream of their past lives, including how a young man claiming to be Xie Ming avenged them and then, under the guise of recognizing their ancestors, had Wujian Manor annex Yufeng Manor.

Wujian Manor, with its complete "Quenching Storm Technique," became the most powerful force in the martial arts world.

The boy in the dream later admitted that he was an imposter Xie Ming and was not of Xie family blood at all. His true identity was the illegitimate son of Zhang Qishan and Mei Rusheng.

After waking up, Xie Muliu felt a little dazed. She had such a vivid dream that she thought she was longing for her son.

She had only recently returned to the manor, and being exhausted after a long dream, she had no desire to practice her swordsmanship. After getting up and tidying herself up, she went to Xie Tai's courtyard.

The father and daughter's courtyards were not far apart; they were just a short walk through a bamboo grove. When Xie Muliu arrived, she noticed that her father was not practicing his swordplay.

Xie Tai was over fifty years old, with some wrinkles on his face and a lot of silver hair in his head. However, due to his years of martial arts training, his physique was like that of a 30-year-old.

At that moment, he was lightly sweeping the ground with a broom, while his attendant waited quietly beside him.

The ground was spotless, and Xie Muliu could tell at a glance that the old man had something on his mind.

"father!"

Xie Muliu went over and sat on the stone bench next to the stone table, and a servant quickly brought her a pot of tea.

Why are you up so early?

Xie Tai didn't stop what he was doing, he just turned around and looked at her.

I didn't sleep well last night.

Xie Tai turned his head alertly. For martial artists, there was no such thing as a good night's sleep. Not sleeping well could only mean one thing: his daughter had something on her mind.

Thinking of his dream last night, he waved for the people around him to leave. Once everyone had left, he sat down on the stone bench and asked, "You had a dream too?"

Xie Muliu looked up in surprise and asked, "Father! Could it be that you also..."

The two took a deep breath and said a name together.

"Li Buhuan".

"Zhang Kefeng".

Even though the people telling the stories are different, there's no need to match their testimonies; it's obvious that this really happened.

"Father, is the second half of that cultivation technique really in the manor?"

Xie Muliu had no qualms about her father keeping the cultivation technique a secret from her, after all, she used to be quite unreliable.

Xie Tai looked at her carefully for a while, then nodded. He hadn't expected his daughter to dream about something like this.

"Father, is it Zhang Qishan?"

After the divorce, she never mentioned that person's name again. He was such a heartless bastard, not worth her sadness.

"It's hard to say! Everything has been suspicious since Ming'er disappeared. It's just that we have no clues. If that dream is real, it means that Zhang Qishan suspected that the second half of the technique was with us. Moreover, his injury and coming here was a setup."

"Father, is that Ming'er?"

Xie Muliu refused to voice her suspicions, anxiously tugging at Xie Tai's sleeve, her eyes reddening and tears streaming down her face.

Xie Tai thought for a long time before saying, "Not necessarily. If all these years of planning were just to let that bastard cheat his way into the cultivation technique, then he certainly wouldn't have made a move on Ming'er before he got the item."

Xie Muliu felt as if all her strength had been released as her grip loosened.

“That scoundrel Zhang Qishan is truly cunning. If I hadn’t been so stubborn back then, my child wouldn’t have suffered so much.”

Xie Muliu clutched her chest, feeling as if someone was squeezing her heart.

"It's also my father's fault for being too lax back then. How could Old Man Qingfeng not have given his successor a hint about where the second half of the work was?"

“That damn old man Qingfeng is really despicable. He thought the people in the manor were trustworthy, so he left that thing here. Did he think that just because we saved him, we should help him select his successor?”

Xie Tai gazed into the distance without answering, clearly acknowledging Xie Muliu's statement.

"Father, what do we do next?" Xie Muliu asked Xie Tai blankly.

"Let's wait until those two arrive and then see!"

Xie Tai had a plan in mind. He hadn't taken revenge in his dream, but this time he was going to make Li Buhuan suffer a lot.

More than half a month later, Li Buhuan, whom the father and daughter had been thinking about, arrived at the Binyue Inn in the fairy town of Fengdi in the territory of Yufeng Mountain Villa.

"Young man, what I said before will be of great benefit to you!"

Li Buhuan had barely put down his bundle and hadn't even had a sip of tea before heading to Zhang Kefeng's room to earnestly persuade him.

Ever since he learned that his enemy was someone else, he had been thinking about how to atone for his sins. After much thought, he felt that having Zhang Kefeng replace Xie Ming was undoubtedly the best way.

Zhang Kefeng hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Senior, this is absolutely unacceptable. Yufeng Manor is renowned in the martial arts world, and heroes from all walks of life admire its master. How could someone of my background possibly be worthy of such an honor?"

"You're wrong to say that. You are, after all, the young master of Wujian Manor. Besides, I've witnessed your abilities along the way; you are undoubtedly exceptionally talented. Moreover, the manor lord and young master have been searching for their son for many years without success..."

"Senior, this matter..."

Zhang Kefeng spoke with righteous indignation, but seeing that he remained unyielding, Li Buhuan gritted his teeth, pushed back his chair, and knelt on one knee, saying, "I caused the Xie family to be separated from their descendants, and Xie Ming even died protecting me from a sword. I feel guilty. If I cannot ensure the continuation of Yufeng Manor, I..."

After saying that, he made a gesture as if he were to take a dagger and hurt himself.

"Senior, senior, what are you doing? Get up quickly!" Zhang Kefeng rushed forward to help him up.

"If you don't agree, I will kneel here forever."

Li Buhuan simply resorted to cheating.

Zhang Kefeng paced awkwardly in the room, and finally could only helplessly agree.

"That's good, that's good. I'll give you the token, and let's talk about what happened when you were a child."

Seeing that he had agreed, Li Buhuan, who was on the ground, changed his worried expression and stood up, talking as he went into the inner room.

Just as the show was about to begin, Xie Ming, dressed in white and wearing a silver mask, appeared at Shaolin Temple.