After Rebirth, I Quit the Sect—Senior and Junior Sisters Regret It Bitterly!

Chapter 20:



Chapter 20: Are You Going to… Kill Your Fellow Disciples?:

Lu Chen lowered his gaze and slowly uttered three words.

“Too much breeds confusion.”

Meng Yu blinked in confusion, repeating the words in her mind. The literal meaning was that greed leads to uncertainty. But was that all Senior Brother wanted to tell her? She felt there was a deeper meaning hidden within his words.

As the meal hour approached, the small inn gradually became livelier. Meng Yu didn’t press further, choosing instead to quietly commit Lu Chen’s words to memory.

Two days later, Lu Chen and Meng Yu arrived at Blacksmith Town. The village had changed, and the phoenix tree was gone.

Upon reaching the eastern side of the village, Lu Chen halted.

After being away for so many years, he had assumed the house would have long since fallen into disrepair. To his surprise, the courtyard entrance was impeccably clean, showing no signs of neglect.

“Senior Brother, is this your home?”

Meng Yu glanced at the house before turning to look at Lu Chen, her voice filled with disbelief.

Lu Chen nodded slightly.

“Yes.”

As soon as he spoke, an elderly woman walked toward them.

“You two, who are you looking for?”

“Granny, does the family living here bear the surname Lu?”

The elderly woman leaned on her cane and took a step closer. “Yes, this is the home of Lu the Benevolent.”

Lu the Benevolent?

Lu Chen was taken aback.

It had been hundreds of years since he last set foot here.

Over the centuries, the once-young boy had become a legend, known as “Lu the Benevolent.”

The thought left him with a mix of emotions.

Seeing their silence, the old woman smiled, her face full of wrinkles but brimming with pride.

“You must be from another town.”

“Have you heard of Lu Chen, the great benefactor? He was a true hero, a man who single-handedly guarded the Demon Abyss and saved countless lives.”

“Our entire village takes pride in him!”

As she spoke, the elderly woman even bowed toward the house in reverence.

Lu Chen chuckled in embarrassment.

“Then, Granny, do you know what Lu the Benevolent looked like?”

“Lu the Benevolent stood three meters tall! With a flick of his hand, he could summon the clouds and rain, and with a mere wave, he could erase evildoers from existence.”

The elderly woman spoke with great enthusiasm, using one hand to gesture as if painting an image of a towering, godlike figure.

Had she not needed the cane, she might have used both hands.

Lu Chen couldn’t help but laugh.

Meng Yu, on the other hand, was stunned.

Senior Brother was laughing—his smile as warm as the spring breeze.

“Granny, may we go inside and have a look?”

Meng Yu asked softly.

The elderly woman nodded but quickly reminded them, “Of course, but be careful not to disturb anything inside. These things are meant to be preserved for future generations.”

Lu Chen and Meng Yu both agreed, then stepped into the courtyard under the old woman’s watchful gaze.

The interior remained exactly as he had left it.

The northern wing had four rooms, and to the east stood a thatched hut where his mother used to cook.

Beside the hut was a well where his elder sister often washed clothes.

Lu Chen’s expression became distant as if reliving the past.

He could almost see the familiar scene—his father chopping firewood outside, his mother cooking in the hut, and his sister washing clothes before handing them to him to hang on the line.

A gentle breeze carried their laughter through the air.

Meng Yu stood behind him, silent and respectful.

Only when Lu Chen finally came back to the present did she smile and ask, “Senior Brother, what do you think the villagers would do if they found out you are Lu Chen?”

To them, Lu the Benevolent was likely an elderly man with white hair, a sage-like presence.

How could they possibly imagine him as the elegant, youthful man standing before her now?

“Enough teasing. Come inside, I’ll cook for you.”

“I’ll help.”

That evening, the thatched hut let out soft plumes of smoke, and soon, the aroma of food filled the air.

Seated at the wooden table, Meng Yu felt as if she had stepped into a dream.

A quiet life, peaceful days spent with Senior Brother—what could be more blissful?

The thought flashed through her mind, making her cheeks flush. She quickly lowered her head to hide her embarrassment.

Meanwhile, across from her, Lu Chen remained lost in his memories.

“Mother and Father lived long lives, passing away in their nineties.”

“Elder Sister made it to her seventies and had many children and grandchildren.”

“After she got married, I never saw her again. That has always been my biggest regret.”

“This time, I’ve returned to pay my respects. It fulfills a long-cherished wish.”

Lu Chen let out a deep sigh.

“Senior Brother, after we visit their graves tomorrow, are you leaving?”

Meng Yu’s voice carried a hint of unease.

Lu Chen nodded.

“After tomorrow, you should return to the Mystic Spirit Holy Sect. Wandering outside for too long is not good.”

He didn’t say much, but Meng Yu could hear the concern in his words.

Leaving without permission, failing to report Lu Chen’s whereabouts—these offenses already warranted severe punishment under the sect’s rules.

If she continued to delay, she wouldn’t be able to explain herself before the Sect Master.

Yet, she was reluctant to part ways.

Lowering her head, she chose to remain silent.

The next morning, after breakfast, Lu Chen prepared offerings and bought two jugs of osmanthus wine from the local tavern.

Reaching the hill at the village’s entrance, he came to a halt.

The tombstones of his family had been well maintained by the villagers. Lu Chen lit incense, knelt, and bowed deeply.

Tracing the names carved into the stone, he stood in silence.

This would be his last visit.

Time was fleeting, ever-changing.

No matter how much he tried to remain detached, fate would not let him be.

Meng Yu stood beside him, her heart heavy with respect for the departed and sorrow for the imminent farewell.

After a while, Lu Chen turned around.

“Let’s go. They’ve arrived.”

“Who?”

Meng Yu’s voice was full of confusion.

Following Lu Chen’s gaze, she suddenly tensed in alarm.

“Senior Brother, how did you know—”

Before she could finish, she instinctively stepped in front of him.

“You’ve already forgotten what I told you? So reckless.”

Lu Chen remained calm, his expression unbothered.

Meng Yu’s eyes were fixed on the approaching figures.

Leading the group was a middle-aged man dressed in long robes. His sword remained sheathed, but his grip on the hilt was firm.

Behind him stood several young men in white robes, their movements synchronized.

Each of them bore a golden-stitched “Xuan” character on the left side of their chests.

Xu Qingshan, the Second Elder of the Mystic Spirit Holy Sect, had found them.

Meng Yu furrowed her brows in concern.

“Senior Brother has nothing to do with the Mystic Spirit Holy Sect anymore. Second Elder, what is your purpose here?”

“Rest assured, if you intend harm, I will protect Senior Brother with my life.”

As she spoke, a sharp sound rang out.

Meng Yu drew her sword without hesitation!

The disciples of the Mystic Spirit Holy Sect were shocked, turning to Xu Qingshan for direction.

Xu Qingshan stepped forward, his eyes locking onto Lu Chen.

“Meng Yu, are you planning to… kill your fellow disciples?”


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