Unveiling the Secret!

On the way back, the group was still discussing Wang Feng’s situation, feeling great sympathy for him.

But Lu Chen and Yu Ning were both distracted.

Similarly, Zhuang Jingbai looked at Lin Tian with a guilty conscience.

Jiang Huaiyu was at least a victim, while she herself was the perpetrator.

And during those three days, she hadn’t activated her protective barrier.

What if…

No, it was impossible!

She was at the Golden Core stage, while Lu Chen was only at the seventh layer of Foundation Establishment.

If three days could make her pregnant, then reproduction in the cultivation world would be a joke.

With their own thoughts weighing on them, everyone parted ways and returned home.

As soon as Lu Chen entered his dwelling, he noticed a graceful figure standing inside.

Under the moonlight, the woman wore a simple white dress, her figure elegant like a celestial maiden.

Her black hair fell to her waist, loosely tied with a jade hairpin, giving her a lazy charm.

She seemed to sense his presence and slowly turned around.

The moment Lu Chen saw her face, his breath caught.

It was a face of cold, otherworldly beauty.

Her brows were like distant mountains tinged with dark green, her eyes like autumn waters rippling.

Her skin was fairer than snow, glowing faintly in the moonlight.

But her beautiful eyes were filled with exhaustion and sorrow, the whites tinged with red, clearly from long crying.

It was Jiang Huaiyu.

She had always been exquisite, recognized as a celestial maiden in the Xuantian Sect.

Now, with a hint of haggardness, she looked even more pitiable, stirring sympathy in anyone who saw her.

Lu Chen’s heart skipped a beat, but he forced calm and cupped his fists in greeting.

“Senior Sister Huaiyu?”

“It’s so late, why are you…”

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, Lu Chen,” Jiang Huaiyu said softly.

Lu Chen’s heart pounded.

He braced himself and invited her to sit.

“Senior Sister, please have a seat.”

“I’ll pour you some tea.”

He turned to get the teapot, but his hands were trembling slightly.

Jiang Huaiyu didn’t sit.

She stood still, her gaze fixed on him.

That gaze was too intense, making Lu Chen’s back crawl.

“Lu Chen,” she called softly.

Lu Chen’s grip on the teacup tightened.

“Senior Sister, if you have something to say, please speak directly.”

“I can call Senior Brother Wang Feng…”

Jiang Huaiyu looked at him.

“Why call Wang Feng?”

“You’re the one that demon woman talked about, aren’t you?”

“And you still dare to find him?”

A sharp crack echoed as the teacup slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor.

“Senior Sister Huaiyu, what are you talking about?”

“What demon woman?”

“I don’t understand.”

Denial.

He had to deny it.

Jiang Huaiyu didn’t speak.

She just looked at him quietly.

Her gaze was too clear, making Lu Chen’s hair stand on end.

“Senior Sister, I know you’ve been in a bad mood lately.”

“We’re all sad about Senior Brother Wang.”

“But you can’t slander me because of that!” Lu Chen tried to stay calm.

“You say I’m that person, but where’s your evidence?”

“You need evidence!”

“You need to be fair!”

Jiang Huaiyu finally moved.

She walked gracefully to the table and sat down, her movements elegant and composed.

“Evidence?” She looked up at Lu Chen, a faint smile curling at the corners of her lips.

“If you want evidence, I’ll give it to you.”

“First.” Jiang Huaiyu raised a slender finger.

“That demon woman said the man had defected from the Hehuan Sect.”

“You, Lu Chen, suddenly appeared at the foot of Xuantian Mountain six years ago, taken as a disciple by Uncle-Master Hu Wei.”

“Before that, your background is unknown.”

“Senior Sister, that’s unfair.”

“Back then, many people escaped from the Hehuan Sect.”

“How can you wrongfully accuse me based on that?”

“Second.” Jiang Huaiyu raised a second finger.

“Multiple spiritual roots.”

“That woman said the man had multiple spiritual roots, so his offspring usually had good talent.”

“And you, Lu Chen, have the Five Elements Spiritual Root, a perfect match.”

Multiple spiritual roots and single spiritual roots only differ in cultivation speed; there is no such thing as spiritual root aptitude, only bone structure, comprehension, and special constitutions.

Hearing this, cold sweat began to form on Lu Chen’s forehead.

“Third.” Jiang Huaiyu raised a third finger, her gaze fixed on him.

“The most important point: your attribute.”

Lu Chen’s pupils contracted.

“You probably didn’t know.” Jiang Huaiyu’s voice remained soft.

“My father once worked in the sect archives and saw your file.”

“There’s a special attribute recorded in your profile.”

She paused and slowly spoke four words:

“One Hit, Certain Hit.”

Lu Chen’s face turned pale instantly.

Everyone had an attribute.

It was everyone’s secret, and basically no one had the right to inquire about it.

It was only recorded and sealed when one joined the sect.

Of course, the same applied to taking a master.

Disciples would tell their master their attribute.

But Hu Wei was a good teacher and didn’t make Lu Chen reveal it.

Jiang Huaiyu looked at his pale face, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes.

“You should know better than me what those words mean.”

“Almost every woman who had… contact with that man would become pregnant.”

“The probability defied the logic of the cultivation world.”

Lu Chen’s lips were dry.

He wanted to say something but found he had no words.

“After learning the truth, I investigated many records.”

“I discovered that your characteristics are almost identical to that man’s.”

“Age matches, spiritual roots match, attribute matches.”

“More importantly…”

She stood up and walked toward Lu Chen.

“From my observations these past days, our daughter looks a lot like you.”

Lu Chen stepped back, bumping into the table behind him.

“Senior Sister, I… these are all just guesses…”

“You don’t need to deny it right away.” Jiang Huaiyu stopped in front of him, looking up.

They were very close, so close that Lu Chen could see the tear stains on her eyelashes and smell the faint orchid fragrance on her.

“I came to you not to interrogate you or to blame you.” There was finally a tremor in her voice.

“For three years, my heart has been in torment every moment.”

“I just want… our daughter to have her biological father!”

Lu Chen looked at her stunning face and the hope deep in her eyes.

All his denials stuck in his throat.

“Senior Sister… I…”

“I didn’t know.”

“I really didn’t know.”

Jiang Huaiyu closed her eyes, and two lines of clear tears silently fell.

“You didn’t know…” she repeated softly, then suddenly laughed, a laugh uglier than crying.

“Of course you didn’t know.”

“You knew nothing.”

“But what you left behind destroyed everything for me.”

Lu Chen felt as if a knife had been stabbed into his heart.

He wanted to say sorry, but those two words were too light, too light to utter.

Because Senior Brother Wang Feng was also as kind to him as a mountain!