Berserk God of War

Chapter 1240: Chapter 1240: Lingque Secret Realm

Master Wuji looked up at Lao Chun and spoke lightly, “I say it’s fine, so it’s fine. No need to ask more.”

Hearing this, Lao Chun was still looking incredulous.

Ultimately, as an old servant, he didn’t dare to question further and could only push Master Wuji while bringing Sikong Jing to the back mountain of the manor.

This place was exceptionally elegant and beautiful, exuding jade-green and freshness everywhere.

Then the three of them followed a long corridor into Little Shan, and finally, after walking for a while, they arrived at a small pavilion in the mountains.

“We’re here, Brother Sikong, let’s go in!”

Upon reaching Wuji Manor, Master Wuji no longer called him Young Master but instead referred to him as Brother.

Obviously, he didn’t want Lao Chun to know, meaning Lao Chun still wasn’t the most trusted by Master Wuji.

And Sikong Jing was very curious about where exactly Master Wuji was taking him…

Originally, he thought the small town was the extent of Master Wuji’s power, but it seemed to be far from it. Previously in the snow, he had instructed the young girl to wait at the usual place, and now he had Lao Chun push him there again.

So, what kind of magical place was this old place?

With such thoughts, the three entered the small pavilion, and then came to a secret chamber below the pavilion.

And as Sikong Jing stepped into the secret door with Master Wuji… buzz!

A burst of white light suddenly flashed before his eyes, and in just two breaths, the white light vanished without a trace, and Sikong Jing’s vision gradually became clear. He widened his eyes in shock.

Wherever he looked was no longer some secret chamber room but a wide-open space filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.

The air was fresh, surrounding fields were everywhere, and in the distance was a small village with wisps of smoke rising.

At this moment, Sikong Jing felt like he had stepped into a paradise beyond the world.

Slowly withdrawing his gaze, Sikong Jing said in astonishment, “Spirit Origin Small Secret Realm.”

What lay before him was indeed a Spirit Origin Small Secret Realm, but one much larger than the one his parents left at their home.

“Hahaha, Brother Sikong truly is knowledgeable and well-traveled.”

Master Wuji laughed aloud upon hearing Sikong Jing’s words: “Indeed, this is a Spirit Origin Small Secret Realm, which I call the Lingque Secret Realm.”

Just as he finished speaking, suddenly… swish swish!

Two figures swiftly darted over, surprisingly it was the young boy and girl, Little Liang and Xiao Jia.

“Grandpa Wuji, you’re here.”

They called out together, then shifted their gaze to Sikong Jing. Whether it was the calm Little Liang or the lively Xiao Jia, they both looked at him with extreme curiosity.

Because earlier, Grandpa Wuji had said that this Sikong Buwang was one of their own family.

It was their first time seeing someone from their family besides Grandpa Wuji and outside the Lingque Secret Realm.

At this moment, Master Wuji said to Lao Chun behind him, “You can leave now; Little Liang and Xiao Jia can handle it here.”

Lao Chun bowed deeply, gave Sikong Jing a few deep looks, and then slowly exited the Lingque Secret Realm.

And the moment Lao Chun just left, Master Wuji’s expression immediately turned solemn. He stared at Little Liang and Xiao Jia and heavily said, “Come over, pay respects to the Young Master.”

Upon these words, the already curious Little Liang and Xiao Jia froze on the spot, looking at Sikong Jing in sheer disbelief.

They opened their mouths wide, speaking in unison, “Young Master?”

And Sikong Jing retracted his gaze, pausing a bit. Before Little Liang and Xiao Jia could gather their thoughts, he said, “Master Wuji, just have them call me Brother Sikong, no need for these formalities. I dislike this kind of ceremony.”

No matter if he was the Invincible God General in the Great Shang, or in the Long Night Empire, Sikong Jing disliked such mundane formalities.

And as soon as his words fell, Master Wuji again laughed, “Eldest Su said the same thing… haha.”

It was indeed Su Beiheng who similarly disliked such customs, but Master Wuji immediately became serious again, “But it won’t do. How things will be in the future is all at the Young Master’s discretion, but this first meeting requires their respect.”

After speaking, Master Wuji stared intently at the two, his gaze stern and solemn.

After two breaths, the more composed Little Liang took a step forward first, knelt heavily before Sikong Jing, and said, “Lingque Secret Realm, Emperor’s Limitless Weapon Qi Liang, pays respects to the Young Master!”

Seeing this, Master Wuji was very satisfied; he then turned his gaze to Xiao Jia.

Xiao Jia’s expression was slightly complex, but still, she stepped forward to kneel, briefly saying, “Qi Jia, pays respects to the Young Master.”

Sikong Jing felt somewhat speechless and helpless but ultimately went along with Master Wuji’s wishes.

But soon, he emitted a strand of True Qi to lift them up, saying gently, “From now on, just call me Brother Sikong.”

Both of them were about the same age as his sister Sikong Ling, so calling him brother was certainly appropriate.

However, when Sikong Jing interacted with them, he was surprised to find that they were both at the Spirit Movement Realm, the second Great Realm of the Spirit Martial Stage, such a young age yet possessing such a high Martial Arts Realm.

Therefore, Sikong Jing couldn’t help but ask, “Master, are Little Liang and Xiao Jia your grandchildren?”

He recalled Master Wuji introducing himself as Qi Wuji and these young ones were also named Qi.

But Master Wuji shook his head with a smile, “No, my own children were also…”

He paused for a moment and then tried to smile as he explained, “Little Liang and Xiao Jia were both born and raised here in the Lingque Secret Realm. They originally had no surname, but later they all followed mine.”

Sikong Jing naturally understood the meaning behind Master Wuji’s first words, that his biological children were all massacred in that battle.

He was also surprised to learn that the Lingque Secret Realm had native inhabitants.

“Young Master, please come with me for a walk, I will tell you everything about this place.”

With Master Wuji’s words, Sikong Jing nodded and walked. Little Liang and Xiao Jia pushed Master Wuji forward.

Along the way, Sikong Jing walked with them along the pastoral path, and then under Master Wuji’s explanation, he learned that the latter had accidentally entered this Lingque Secret Realm during his lonely wanderings after the war.

He was amazed to find people living in this secret realm.

But originally, the people here were scantily dressed, no different from savages.

So Master Wuji stayed and taught them knowledge, awareness, Martial Arts, and so on, and built a village in the secret realm.

“I also discovered that the people here have an extremely high talent for Martial Arts, and they all possess a magical and powerful bloodline within them. You will understand shortly, Young Master.” Master Wuji said while explaining.

And Sikong Jing understood completely…

Master Wuji’s so-called family were the people of the Lingque Secret Realm, the masters hidden in the small town outside were all cultivated to completion before leaving the secret realm, making them entirely trustworthy.

Little Liang and Xiao Jia were precisely the strongest talents among the new generation in the Lingque Secret Realm.

However, even within the Lingque Secret Realm, very few knew that Master Wuji was a member of the Su Old Demon Remnants, beyond Little Liang and Xiao Jia, there were fewer than ten.

Because for those who might leave the secret realm with Master Wuji, there’s a chance they could be corrupted by the outside world.

Master Wuji was very cautious about Grandpa Su’s matters.

Talking while walking, Master Wuji soon led them into the small village.

The people inside, upon seeing Master Wuji, all came forward to greet him, showed curiosity towards Sikong Jing as an outsider but did not ask much.

It showed the high degree of trust the people in the secret realm had towards Master Wuji.

Gradually, Sikong Jing followed the three to the center of the village, where he was instantly stunned, his gaze first drawn to a sculpture at the center of the small village square.

It was a human-sized Lingque, lifelike, as if it were alive.