Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 229 Chen Shanchang leaves

Chen Xiner said in a panic, "Grandpa, if you do this again, I will ignore you." After that, she turned away angrily, crossed her arms over her chest, and looked angry. Her eyes revealed a glint of anger, and she strongly protested against her grandfather's behavior.

Chen Shanchang quietly looked at the irritated Chen Xin'er, his eyes filled with fondness. He smiled faintly and shook his head gently, as if looking at a naughty child. Then, with slow and solemn movements, his wide sleeves flicked gently as he slowly pulled out a long wooden box. The box looked quite old, its surface grain like traces of meticulous carving over time, exuding an air of simplicity and mystery. The wood grain seemed like a series of historical scrolls, telling stories of the past.

Chen Shanchang gently placed the wooden box on the stone table in front of him. His hands trembled slightly, as if the weight of his heart was immensely heavy. His eyes were focused and affectionate, as if the wooden box was the most precious treasure in his heart.

He slowly opened the wooden box. As the lid swung open, a faint, cold light emanated from within. Like a sharp sword, it instantly sliced ​​through the surrounding air. He pushed the box toward Lin Feng, his gaze gentle, like the spring sunshine, warm and gentle. In a deep, powerful voice, he said, "This knife is a fine one." The sound was like the tolling of a bell from ancient times, each word imbued with profound meaning, resonating in the air.

Lin Feng's gaze fixed on the knife in the wooden box. His eyes lit up instantly, as if he had seen a long-lost relative. His eyes gleamed with excitement, a feeling of returning to a beloved possession. He bowed slightly, his gratitude overflowing as he said sincerely, "Thank you, Patriarch Chen. I will always remember this kindness." His voice was filled with respect, and every word came from the heart. He then carefully picked up the knife, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a fragile treasure.

His fingers gently traced the blade, feeling its lines and texture. The lines seemed like mysterious symbols, imbued with boundless power. He muttered to himself, "My sword, you've returned." His voice was filled with emotion, as if he were confiding his longing to an old friend after a long absence. This sword was the Star Blade that Lin Feng had stored at the Chen family before leaving for the Nine Emperors Pavilion.

Ever since Lin Feng returned from the Nine Emperors Pavilion, he'd been caught up in the Chen family's bounty scandal, and he'd never had the chance to return to the Chen family to retrieve the knife. He'd never imagined that Chen Shanchang would personally deliver the knife at this moment. His heart was filled with gratitude and surprise, like seeing a bright light in the darkness.

Chen Shanchang looked at Lin Feng quietly, then glanced at Chen Xiner. Chen Xiner's eyes were also fixed on the Star Blade, her eyes full of concern. She knew what this blade meant to Lin Feng. It was his weapon and his spiritual sustenance.

Chen Shanchang picked up the teacup, which seemed so small and delicate in his hands. He took a sip, and the tea flowing down his throat seemed to bring him a sense of comfort. Then he slowly stood up, slightly straightening his back, which seemed to be the height of a mountain. His eyes were filled with a seriousness, like the earnest advice of an elder to a younger one.

He said, "My granddaughter was not wrong. You are indeed outstanding. However, dangers are everywhere in this world. Whether you can protect Xin'er depends on you." His eyes were like torches, as if he could see through Lin Feng and see deep into his heart.

Lin Feng sensed the weight of Chen Shanchang's gaze, and a strong sense of responsibility surged within him. He looked at Chen Shanchang solemnly, his gaze as firm as a rock. He said with unwavering determination, "Don't worry, Patriarch Chen. I will do my utmost to protect Xin'er, even if it costs me my life." There was no hesitation in his eyes, as if this were his lifelong vow. That vow echoed in the air like a passionate war song.

Chen Shanchang nodded slightly, a nod that seemed to acknowledge Lin Feng. He said, "Well, it's time for me to go back. The rest of the journey is up to you. I look forward to hearing good news from you." His tone was tinged with a hint of melancholy, like an elder's earnest advice to a younger generation. That melancholy, like a faint cloud, shrouded his heart.

Tears welled up in Chen Xiner's eyes, sparkling in the sunlight. She looked at her grandfather and said, her voice trembling slightly, "Grandpa, are you going back now?" Her heart was filled with reluctance, a yearning for her loved one. That attachment was like an invisible rope, tightly binding her heart.

Chen Shanchang gently stroked Chen Xiner's head, a touch that felt like a token of affection. He said tenderly, "Yes, it's time to go back. If anyone from the Nine Emperors Pavilion knew I was meeting you here, it would be hard for our Chen family." His eyes revealed a hint of helplessness. As the patriarch of the Chen family, he had to consider the safety of the entire clan. That helplessness weighed heavily on his heart, like a mountain.

Chen Xin'er clung tightly to Chen Shanchang's sleeve, as if it were the last straw that broke her heart. She still couldn't bear to let him go. Seeing this, Chen Minghui stepped forward, his steps steady and powerful. He whispered soothingly, "Xin'er, the old patriarch is also thinking about the Chen family. When the storm is over, you will meet again." His voice was gentle and kind, like a spring breeze, blowing through Chen Xin'er's heart.

Chen Shanchang also comforted her, "Xin'er, dear child, grandpa will always be concerned about you. You must take good care of yourself." His voice was full of care, as if it was a father's affectionate advice to his daughter.

After listening to what her grandfather and Chen Minghui said, Chen Xiner, although she still felt reluctant to leave, also understood her grandfather's difficulties. With tears in her eyes, she gently hugged Chen Shanchang. The hug seemed to be an emotional catharsis. It was as if she wanted to deeply engrave this family affection in her heart. Finally, she reluctantly let go of his hand, and watched with tears in her eyes as Chen Shanchang and Chen Minghui gradually walked away. Their figures became smaller and smaller on the path by the lake until they disappeared. Chen Xiner still stood there, her eyes fixed on the direction where her grandfather left. That look seemed like an invisible thread, tightly tying her grandfather's figure. She was reluctant to leave for a long time.