C959 Junior Brother

A middle-aged man walked out from the Heavenly Faction's mountain gate. This middle-aged man was Han Li's senior brother and his name was Wu Fan. He was now an elder of the Heavenly Faction, and because the previous generation of disciples had all died, their generation became the pillars of the Heavenly Faction.

As soon as Wu Fan came out, he saw Han Li standing next to a man dressed as a beggar. Han Li's expression appeared to be extremely shocked, causing him to feel somewhat strange.

"Senior Brother!" When Han Li saw that his Senior Brother had come out, he wanted to tell him about Lee Zhuohua's identity.

But before he could finish his sentence, Wu Fan directly knelt down in front of Lee Zhuohua.

"Welcome back, Eldest Uncle!" Wu Fan said with a trembling voice.

"Wu Fan?" Lee Zhuohua looked at the middle-aged man kneeling in front of him, his expression somewhat complicated.

When Lee Zhuohua was still on the mountain, Wu Fan was the closest to his nephew. So the moment Wu Fan saw Lee Zhuohua, he recognized him immediately, even though Lee Zhuohua's current appearance was completely different from his original appearance.

"Eldest Martial Uncle, you are finally back. Master, he ..." Wu Fan raised his head and looked at Lee Zhuohua, his eyes filled with anxiety.

He was very aware that in the Heavenly Faction, other than the grandmaster who had already disappeared, his eldest uncle was the strongest person in the entire sect. Even his master, Uncle Shee, could not be compared to Lee Zhuohua at all.

All the disciples of their generation knew why Lee Zhuohua had disappeared at the beginning, and they also knew that the things that had happened in the three upper sects were actually caused by Lee Zhuohua, but they did not blame Lee Zhuohua. All these years, everyone had been struggling to support the sect.

However, the two sects had never stopped suppressing the Heavenly Faction. Now, only his master was still alive among the previous generation of disciples and had become the current sect master of the Heavenly Faction. However, what happened that year had already left many injuries on his master's body, and he had not been healed for all these years. Now, he had not appeared for half a year.

"Spirit Yan? What's wrong with him? Get up and talk." Lee Zhuohua heard Wu Fan's words and realized that something was wrong with his junior brother. He quickly got Wu Fan up to speak.

Wu Fan stood up from the ground. When a middle-aged man saw Lee Zhuohua, his eyes actually started to tear up.

"Eldest Uncle, quickly go and take a look. All these years, when the Martial Ancestor disappeared, the Heavenly Faction has always been resisted by the master. However, the old man had been severely injured in the Great War of the Three Upper Sects, and I don't even know how he is now." As Wu Fan spoke, he led Lee Zhuohua into the Heavenly Faction.

Lee Zhuohua did not say anything else and followed behind him. Han Li, who was beside him, also knew that at this time, he should not say too much, so he followed him in.

Although the Heavenly Faction had been suppressed all these years, there were still new disciples. Wu Fan was now a master, and because Han Li was still young, he didn't teach his disciples.

The moment he entered the Heavenly Faction, a familiar scene entered his eyes, causing Lee Zhuohua's memories to surge. He looked at a pine tree in the distance. At this moment, under the pine tree, there was a group of young people cultivating the secret arts of the Heavenly Faction. These were all disciples of Wu Fan and them.

Looking at the figures of these juniors, Lee Zhuohua's mind began to flash. Back when he and his fellow disciples were still young, they listened to the teachings of their master under the pine trees. Now, things were still the same and people had changed. Everything had changed. Lee Zhuohua could not help but feel depressed in his heart.

The youths who were cultivating under the pine trees also saw Lee Zhuohua. They had only entered the mountain gate in the past few years, so they did not know Lee Zhuohua. At this moment, when they saw their own uncle master and Little Shee bringing a stranger into the mountain gate, they all looked over curiously.

"Who is that? Why does he look so strange?" A chubby disciple looked at Lee Zhuohua's figure in confusion.

"I don't know, but from the looks of Uncle and Little Shee, they should be acquaintances. It's just that this dress is a little bit..." A casual young man at the side narrowed his eyes and said.

These junior disciples were all very curious about who Lee Zhuohua was, and why did their Uncle Master seem to be a little strange.

Wu Fan did not pay attention to these juniors. He brought Lee Zhuohua all the way to an old thatched cottage in the back mountain. This thatched cottage was Lee Zhuohua's residence back then. Back then, because he had a natural stage of Taoism, the place he lived in was simple and unadorned. Now that he saw Wu Fan bringing him here, he was slightly stunned.

"Eldest Uncle, Master is inside. He hasn't come out in half a year. We didn't want to disturb him, so we didn't go in." Wu Fan said anxiously.

Two months before his master had entered the hut, some of the Qi had been flowing out, but later on, the Qi had become weaker and weaker, so much so that they could no longer feel the Qi, so Wu Fan and the other disciples were very anxious.

He brought Lee Zhuohua here in hopes that Lee Zhuohua would have a way.

After hearing Wu Fan's words, Lee Zhuohua squinted his eyes and looked at the thatched cottage. He carefully sensed it. In his senses, an extremely weak aura was circulating around the thatched cottage. He was very familiar with this aura. It was his junior brother, Soong Lingyan.

"Don't worry. I'll go in and take a look." Lee Zhuohua said as he walked towards the thatched cottage.

Wu Fan and Han Li naturally did not dare to stop him. They looked at Lee Zhuohua anxiously. They were really worried that something had happened to their master.

After Lee Zhuohua entered the thatched cottage, he saw a white-haired old man sitting cross-legged on the bed. His eyes were tightly shut, and his aura was extremely weak.

Seeing this old man, Lee Zhuohua's pupils immediately shrank. In his memories, his junior brother should have been a high-spirited youth, but now, he had become an old man. It could be imagined what his junior brother had experienced all these years.

Lee Zhuohua walked forward. He found that his junior brother seemed to have fallen into a deep slumber, and all the strength in his body had been restrained. If it was his original state, it would definitely not turn out like this. Soong Lingyan had become like this, so his body must have suffered an extremely serious injury.

Back then, when Lee Zhuohua had not even left the Da Qian, his junior brother had already reached the Origin Returning Stage, and was only a step away from him. But now, Lee Zhuohua realized that his junior brother's cultivation seemed to have declined as well, and was only at the Energy Shaping Realm.

When he was outside, he had noticed the abnormality of Han Li and the others. Han Li was only at the Condensing Origin Stage, while Wu Fan was also a cultivator at the Energy Shaping Realm. However, he was now only at the Astral Realm.

There had to be something wrong with the decline of their cultivation, or even the inability to advance.

Lee Zhuohua. His heart was very heavy. He pressed his hand on the top of Soong Lingyan's head and transferred the energy in his body to him. Although Lee Zhuohua's cultivation had not been restored to its original level, but during the period of time when he killed the Demon Lord, his cultivation had broken through the Earth Surge realm, and he was now a Celestial Phenomenon.

As soon as his power entered Soong Lingyan's body, his eyelids twitched and then opened.

Soong Lingyan's eyes were a little confused. He did not know what was going on with him, but he could feel that someone was transmitting strength to him. When he saw the person in front of him clearly, his eyes suddenly widened, and a hint of disbelief appeared on his face.

"Senior... Senior Brother..." Soong Lingyan called out in disbelief.