Immortal Venerable's Order
Chapter 49: Recognizing Ancestry and Returning to the Clan

Chapter 49: Chapter 49: Recognizing Ancestry and Returning to the Clan

"Dong’er, hurry up and offer a toast to your master," Song Wentao said harshly.

Zhang Mingdong quickly raised his glass respectfully, "Master, I will never forget your great kindness. Please rest assured, I will strive to perform well and never disappoint your expectations."

Zhang Feilong begrudgingly accepted the toast from Zhang Mingdong, though he was quite displeased deep down for having given the limited slot to Zhang Mingdong. However, for the sake of face, he couldn’t say anything and drank the toast.

"Mingdong, since the slot for the special forces has been given to you, report there with your senior brother tomorrow."

"I accept the order."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Mingdong, who could still go to the special forces, was filled with joy, thinking to himself, "Yan Rufeng, Yan Rufeng, you think just because you know some martial arts, you can look down on everyone. Now that I, Young Master Dong, am in the special forces, within a year or so, dealing with you will be like squashing an ant. However, I doubt you’ll even live to see that day..."

"Haha..."

Zhang Mingdong laughed inwardly, imagining, "You should never have crossed me, Zhang Mingdong, Yan Rufeng. Tomorrow, your family’s foundation will be destroyed because of you, and as for your little achievements in Zhongzhou, they’ll soon be over. Too bad I can’t personally end you. Dying by Immortal Hu’s sword is a mercy for you. Haha..."

After the banquet ended, Zhang Mingdong went to find his uncle-in-law Song Hang, but Song Hang had clearly drunk too much and was already snoring soundly in bed. It was Zhang Mingdong’s aunt Zhang Caixia who opened the door.

"Auntie, where is uncle?"

"Dong’er, your uncle is asleep. If you have anything to say, wait until tomorrow."

"Auntie, I’m leaving for the special forces tomorrow. I came to bid you farewell."

"Good child, go with peace of mind. Do well in the forces and don’t bring shame to our Zhang Family."

"Got it, auntie. I’ll go pack my things then."

"Go on, go on."

Zhang Mingdong bid farewell to his aunt and went back to the room to chat with his father.

His father, Zhang Dafu, sighed deeply, "Dong’er, it’s a pity you’ll be in the special forces, unable to witness the pleasure of me avenging our family."

"Haha..."

Zhang Mingdong laughed, "Dad, whether it’s me or you who kills Yan Rufeng, it doesn’t matter. This time, Yan Rufeng is dead for sure."

"You’re right, my son."

"Haha..."

Zhang Dafu laughed uncontrollably.

Some people are like that sometimes, when you don’t hold their mistakes against them, they not only don’t feel grateful, but also constantly harbor resentment against you.

The traffic in the Capital City was terrible. It took Yan Rufeng six hours by car to reach the gate of the Yan Family Residence.

Under the dim light, the tightly closed gate of the Yan Family was visible. As soon as Yan Rufeng approached, a guard shouted, "Who dares to trespass on our Yan Residence at night?"

Yan Rufeng stopped and smiled at the guard in the guardhouse, "Hello, comrade. My name is Yan Rufeng. I have come to the Yan Residence to meet the Family Head. Please convey my request."

The guard thought for a moment, "Yan Rufeng... Why does that name sound so familiar? But there’s no such person in the Yan Family. Anyway, I’d better report this."

The guard reported level by level, eventually reaching Yan Yun.

At that moment, Yan Yun was being scolded.

"I sent you to find someone and you failed. What’s the use of you?"

Yan Yun said aggrievedly, "Father, there’s no trace of Yan Rufeng at the airport, and the surveillance footage from eight to nine was completely destroyed. How am I supposed to find him?"

"Sigh..."

Yan Mo sighed deeply, seeming to age suddenly, "Forget it, forget it, the heavens are set against us Yan Family..."

Just as Yan Yun was about to speak, his phone rang.

He pulled out the phone and saw it was from the head of the security team.

"Xiao Wu, what’s so urgent so late at night?"

The voice on the other side said, "Second Young Master, there’s a young man at the gate seeking to meet the Family Head."

"A young man? What business could he have with my father? Send him away."

The guard captain added, "But the young man... He said his surname is Yan. We dare not be disrespectful."

"Yan? What’s his name?" asked Yan Yun impatiently.

"Second Young Master, he said his name is Yan Rufeng."

"What did you say?"

Yan Yun exclaimed in shock, "He said he’s Yan Rufeng. Are you sure?"

"I’m sure!"

"Let him in immediately."

"Understood."

"No, I’ll meet him personally. Have him wait a moment."

Yan Yun hung up the phone, extremely excited, "Father, we have news of Yan Rufeng."

"Where is he?" Yan Mo’s spirits immediately lifted.

"Right at the gate," said Yan Yun.

Yan Mo was stunned for a moment, then laughed heartily, "Heaven is helping me! Yun’er, come with me to welcome Yan Rufeng of Zhongzhou."

Yan Mo hurried outside to the gate, and upon seeing Yan Rufeng, his brow furrowed, thinking, "This thin young man... Is he really Yan Rufeng?"

Though Yan Mo had seen Yan Rufeng in a live broadcast before, it was at a distance, making it hard to see his build and features clearly. So upon seeing Yan Rufeng, he still had some doubts.

"Are you Yan Rufeng?" Yan Mo questioned skeptically.

Yan Rufeng smiled, "Yes, it’s me!"

"You came from Zhongzhou?"

"Yes!"

Seeing this, Yan Yun said in confusion, "Father, you were just blaming me for not finding Mr. Yan. Now that he’s here, shouldn’t we invite him inside to talk?"

Though Yan Mo had doubts, he didn’t have much time to dwell on them. Even if this Yan Rufeng was an imposter, he had to believe him, as the Song Family’s retaliation could occur at any moment.

Yan Rufeng entered the Yan Family’s reception hall, pulling something from his chest and placing it in front of Yan Mo.

"My son Yan Feng’s short sword, how is it in your possession?"

Yan Mo was stunned.

Yan Yun, equally shocked, asked, "Mr. Yan, my elder brother never parts with his sword. How did you come by his short sword?"

Yan Rufeng lit a cigarette and took a puff, "My father is Yan Feng, my mother is Mu Ru. Isn’t it natural for me, Yan Rufeng, to have his short sword?"

"What?"

Yan Mo and Yan Yun exclaimed.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible," said Yan Mo, the first to deny it.

"Nothing is impossible. Call my father, and you’ll know if I’m lying."

Yan Rufeng said no more and immediately dialed his father’s number.

The call connected, and Yan Feng’s voice came through.

"Hello, Xiao Feng?"

"Dad, I’m at the Yan Residence."

"Have you seen your grandfather?"

"He’s right here, talk to him."

Yan Rufeng handed the phone to Yan Mo.

Yan Mo turned his head away, coldly saying, "I don’t want to talk to that unfilial son."

On the other end, Yan Feng respectfully said, "Father, it’s me, Yan Feng. Yan Rufeng is my son and your eldest grandson, Father."

Mentioning his eldest grandson, Yan Mo felt touched. He had only two sons, Yan Feng and Yan Yun. Since Yan Feng left home, Yan Mo pinned his hopes on Yan Yun. However, Yan Yun had no offspring, which greatly disappointed him. Despite this, Yan Mo still refused to take Yan Feng’s call.

But Yan Yun took the phone, saying, "Brother, it’s me, Yan Yun."

Yan Feng chuckled, "Second brother, after all these years, Father is still angry with me."

"Brother, come back quickly. Our Yan Family is in danger," Yan Yun confided over the phone.

"You fool, Yan Yun! Who permitted you to inform that traitor? Even if our Yan Family perishes, we do not need his help," roared Yan Mo in anger.

Yan Feng heard this and grew anxious to learn what had happened to the Yan Family.

"Second brother, tell me quickly, what’s happening to our Yan Family? Are we at war with the Mu Family?"

"Brother, it’s not the Mu Family, it’s the Song Family."

"Yan Yun, if you say another word, I’ll break your legs."

With that, Yan Mo released his inner Qi, forcing Yan Yun to immediately fall silent and hand the phone back to Yan Rufeng.

As Yan Mo released his inner Qi, he noticed that Yan Rufeng remained calm, showing no signs of pressure. This puzzled Yan Mo, "Even Yun’er, a Seventh Rank Martial Artist, couldn’t withstand this pressure, yet this young man is unaffected. Could this grandson be the renowned first in Huaxia, Yan Rufeng from Zhongzhou..."