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Chapter 593 Liu Yanchang, the Cabbage-Stealer

After bidding farewell to the Dragon King of the West Sea, Daoist Qingyuan led all the soldiers and generals of Yunmeng Marsh back to Yunmeng Marsh.

"Xuan'er, have you suffered in this battle?"

Outside the Dragon Palace of Yunmengze, Ao Cunxin hurriedly came to greet her.

Qingyuan Daojun gave a wry smile, then said in a low voice, "Mother, there is more to this story than meets the eye. I will tell you the details when I return."

Seeing her son's solemn expression, Ao Cunxin knew that something important must have happened, so she quickly dismissed everyone around her and pulled Qingyuan Daojun into the inner hall.

Once the palace doors closed, Daoist Qingyuan recounted in detail the clandestine power struggle between the Four Seas Dragon Clan and the Heavenly Court.

After listening, Ao Cunxin frowned: "No wonder your maternal grandfather sent a message the other day, instructing me to restrain the aquatic tribes of Yunmengze and not to cause trouble."

She suddenly grasped her son's hand: "Xuan'er, this matter has far-reaching implications. As the Dragon Lord of Yunmeng and a descendant of the Western Sea, your situation is extremely precarious. Perhaps..."

"Mother, there's no need to worry."

Qingyuan Daojun gently patted the back of her hand, "I have my own way of dealing with this. After this battle, the Heavenly Court will definitely keep a close eye on the Dragon Clan, looking for any faults they may have. It would be best if you stayed home and avoided being targeted by those with ulterior motives."

Ao Cunxin nodded upon hearing this.

After staying in Yunmengze for several months, Qingyuan Daojun saw that the Heavenly Court did not react much, so he left behind an avatar to handle the affairs of Yunmengze on his behalf.

He himself went to Liu Family Village, the place where the Three Holy Mothers and Liu Yanchang lived in seclusion.

Liujia Village is surrounded by green mountains and babbling streams, presenting a peaceful and tranquil scene.

Qingyuan Daojun disguised himself as an ordinary scholar and walked slowly along the village path. In the distance, he saw a simple courtyard with wisps of smoke rising from the chimney.

To be honest, if it were the real Liu Yanchang from mythology, Qingyuan Daojun wouldn't even look at him.

According to legend, when Liu Yanchang first arrived at the Temple of the Holy Mother, he wrote a poem that flirted with the statue of the Holy Mother of the Three Holy Mothers. He had a hint of arrogance in his voice, as if he wanted to have a marriage with her. His attitude was extremely frivolous.

However, in the story of the Lotus Lantern, Liu Yanchang was repeatedly sent to the East Coast by the Three Holy Mothers. He walked thousands of miles back, but he remained true to his original intention and vowed to guard the temple for the Three Holy Mothers for three years. It was this persistence that moved the Three Holy Mothers.

Although Liu Yanchang appeared somewhat cowardly in the early stages, he became quite tough after being imprisoned by Erlang Shen in the later stages.

Erlang Shen: Yellow Hair, it was you who kidnapped my sister?

Liu Yanchang: So what if it's me, Erlang Shen? You don't understand love!
Erlang Shen threw a punch, holding nothing back, because who wants to see a pig rooting up their own little cabbage?

Of course, in the end, Erlang Shen finally managed to barely acknowledge Liu Yanchang.

At this moment, Daoist Qingyuan stood outside the courtyard gate, hesitated for a moment, and then raised his hand to knock lightly.

"Who is it?" A gentle female voice came from inside the door.

The door opened slightly, and a woman dressed in plain clothes appeared before them. Her features were exquisite, and her demeanor was elegant, though a hint of sorrow lingered between her brows.

She looked at Daoist Qingyuan, paused slightly, as if he looked familiar, but couldn't remember where she had seen him before.

Daoist Qingyuan smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Madam, I am passing through this place and am extremely thirsty. May I ask for a bowl of water?"

Yang Chan sized him up and saw that he had an extraordinary bearing. Although he was dressed as a scholar, there was a hint of otherworldly spirit between his brows. She was slightly puzzled, but still stepped aside and said, "Please come in, young master."

As Qingyuan Daojun stepped into the courtyard, his gaze swept over the surroundings. He saw that although the courtyard was simple, it was clean and elegant. Several potted plants were placed by the window, showing that the owner was a meticulous person.

Yang Chan handed over a bowl of water and said gently, "Please have some, young master."

Daoist Qingyuan accepted the gift, took a small sip, and smiled, "Thank you, Madam. May I ask how I should address you?"

Yang Chan hesitated for a moment, then said, "My surname is Yang, and my husband's surname is Liu."

Daoist Qingyuan feigned surprise and said, "So it's Madam Yang." He paused, then asked casually, "Is Madam a local?"

Yang Chan shook her head: "I'm not a local; I'm just living in seclusion here for some reason."

Daoist Qingyuan nodded and said meaningfully, "Madam has an extraordinary temperament, unlike an ordinary village woman."

Upon hearing this, Yang Chan's heart stirred slightly. She looked at him more closely again and found him increasingly familiar, especially his eyes, which bore a resemblance to her second brother's.

She couldn't help but ask, "What is your surname, sir? Have we met before?"

Daoist Qingyuan smiled slightly: "My surname is Yang."

Yang Chan's heart skipped a beat, and she blurted out, "You're also surnamed Yang?"

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the courtyard, and a man in a blue robe pushed open the door and entered. It was Liu Yanchang. He was slightly surprised to see Daoist Qingyuan, but still politely asked, "And who is this?"

Yang Chan snapped out of her daze and introduced, "This is Young Master Yang, who is passing by and has come to ask for a bowl of water."

Liu Yanchang smiled and said, "I see. If you don't mind, young master, why don't you stay for a simple meal?"

Daoist Qingyuan shook his head: "No need!"

Then, Daoist Qingyuan looked at Yang Chan's slightly protruding belly, left a box on the table, and said, "Madam Yang, this is a small token of my appreciation since our first meeting. I hope you will accept it."

Yang Chan looked down at the wooden box on the table. The box was simple and unadorned, carved with auspicious cloud patterns, and faintly exuded an ethereal aura. Her doubts deepened, and she was about to decline when she saw the scholar turn and walk out of the courtyard.

"Young master, please wait!" Yang Chan couldn't help but call out.

Daoist Qingyuan paused, turned around and smiled slightly: "Is there anything else, Madam?"

Yang Chan hesitated for a moment before finally asking, "Young master, do we... know each other?"

Daoist Qingyuan shook his head: "No."

Liu Yanchang stood to the side, and although he sensed the awkward atmosphere, he still smiled gently and said, "Young Master Yang, if you are not in a hurry to travel, why don't you sit down and chat? My wife has been unwell lately, and it's rare for her to have a guest visit. This would be a good way to relieve her boredom."

After pondering for a moment, Daoist Qingyuan finally nodded: "In that case, I'm sorry to have bothered you."

The three sat down at the stone table in the courtyard, and Yang Chan personally brewed a pot of tea. As the aroma of the tea wafted through the air, she couldn't help but take another look at the person in front of her, and the sense of familiarity she felt grew stronger.

"Where does Young Master Yang come from?" Liu Yanchang asked casually.

"Wandering the world, with no fixed abode."

Daoist Qingyuan replied calmly, but his gaze fell on Yang Chan: "Madam, you look quite well, but there is a hint of worry between your brows. Is something troubling you?"

Yang Chan's fingertips trembled slightly as she forced a smile and said, "Young master is joking. What worries could a countrywoman like me have?"

Daoist Qingyuan sighed softly, then suddenly raised his hand and waved it, creating an invisible barrier that enveloped the courtyard, preventing outsiders from peeping in.

Yang Chan's expression changed drastically, and she stood up abruptly: "You?"

Although Liu Yanchang was puzzled, seeing his wife's panicked expression, he quickly stepped in front of her and asked, "Young Master Yang, what does this mean?"

Daoist Qingyuan slowly rose to his feet, his body radiating light. His scholar's attire faded, revealing a silver-white immortal robe. A third eye appeared between his brows, exuding divine might.

"Your nephew Yang Xuan greets your aunt!"

Daoist Qingyuan bowed slightly.

Yang Chan stared at the face that bore at least a 70% resemblance to her second brother, and was deeply shocked.

(End of this chapter)