Through his Three Treasures Incarnation, Lu Changsheng sensed the outside situation, immediately opened his eyes, and led his wife Meng Xiaochan and his children Lu Minghuang and Lu Mengchan out of the Tianyuan Lotus.
As for his son Lu Quanzhen.
Considering his temperament, and that the Spiritual Energy in the Tianyuan Lotus was currently sufficient, Lu Changsheng let him continue Cultivation in the Cave Heaven.
After exiting the Tianyuan Lotus, Lu Changsheng cast the Reversal Yin Yang Glazed Glass Wall, bringing them to the mountain gate of the Five Poisons Cult.
Looking at the Five Poisons Cult before her, Meng Xiaochan’s expression turned dazed and emotional.
The Five Poisons Cult could be called her second home, to which she held very deep feelings.
If not for her deep affection for Lu Changsheng, she would never have gone to settle in Jiang Country.
"Father, Mother, this is the Five Poisons Cult?"
Lu Mengchan looked at the colorful, mist-wreathed mountain range ahead, full of mysterious and sinister aura, wrinkling her nose as she spoke.
Although here she could feel her Mana flowing more smoothly throughout her body.
She still did not like this environment, feeling it was far less clean and comfortable than their own home.
Lu Minghuang gazed at the Five Poisons Cult before him, a place both familiar and unfamiliar, his expression complicated.
Before the age of thirteen, he had always lived in the Five Poisons Cult, never leaving it.
Yet once he left, it had already been thirty years.
His feelings toward the Five Poisons Cult were very complicated.
Influenced by the teachings of Jiang Country and the Lu Family, he harbored some rejection and aversion toward such Demonic Sects.
Yet his mother was a Demonic Path Cultivator, an Elder of a Demonic Sect.
He himself had grown up in the Demon Path from childhood.
And the aunt who had always taken care of him, Meng Xiaochan, was his mother’s Disciple, once a True Inheritor of the Five Poisons Cult.
His father, though belonging to the Righteous Path, did not seem all that Righteous... perhaps even a bit Demonic...
Even the elder brother he had been dealing with these days, Lu Quanzhen, did not seem like a Righteous Path cultivator.
Under such circumstances, he truly did not know how to describe his family’s situation, its composition... nor how to view the Righteous Path and the Demon Path.
"The division between Righteous and Demonic lies in your heart, not in name."
Noticing his son’s confusion, Lu Changsheng placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder and said mildly.
Though Lu Minghuang was not young and had long since broken through to Foundation Establishment, he was, in the end, a greenhouse flower, with too little experience, easily falling into confusion and getting entangled over the distinction between Righteous and Demonic.
In Lu Changsheng’s view, what so-called Righteous or Demonic was there?
There were only differences of personal ideals and perspectives.
"Your child understands." Lu Minghuang naturally knew this truth; back in the day, his aunt Meng Xiaochan had also told him these things.
He was just unable to help feeling emotional upon returning to the Five Poisons Cult.
Before long, a streak of purple rainbow light streaked over from deep within Five Poisons Mountain, instantly appearing before Lu Changsheng and the others.
It was a beautiful married woman of about thirty.
She wore a luxurious purple dress, her figure graceful and peerlessly alluring; the moment she appeared, she carried with her ten thousand charms.
Her exquisitely enchanting face held an unspeakable seductive allure; her skin was fairer than frost and snow, as delicate as mutton fat jade, shining with a gentle luster, as if it would break at a touch.
"Hmph!"
The beautiful woman’s phoenix eyes, as misty as rippling waves, fell on the stalwart man before her; a chill flashed in them at once, her tone anything but pleasant.
This damned man had said before that in a little while, he would bring their son to see her.
Yet in the blink of an eye, nearly twenty years had passed.
If not for the Cultivation World being unstable these years, with the Yiming Ghost Sect keeping a close watch on her, she would have rushed to Jiang Country long ago.
Then she looked at the handsome youth beside Lu Changsheng, whose looks were as delicate as a girl’s, and softly called out, "Minghuang?"
After more than twenty years apart, seeing her son, now much more mature and carrying a few hints of masculine vigor, she felt momentarily dazed, not daring to recognize him.
"Your child greets Mother."
Though his mother was a Demonic Path Cultivator, Lu Minghuang still held her in great respect.
He remembered how, when he was young, his mother had carefully nurtured and taught him.
"Mili." Lu Changsheng naturally knew that, with him taking so long to bring their son to see her, she had built up resentment in her heart.
"Master." Meng Xiaochan immediately stepped forward affectionately, calling out to her Master.
"Mengchan greets Mas... Auntie."
Hearing her mother call the other woman "Master," Lu Mengchan reflexively wanted to call her Ancestral Master.
But thinking of the relationship between this Ancestral Master and her father, she quickly changed her address.
Though Nangong Mili had accumulated resentment toward Lu Changsheng in her heart, she knew this was not the place to talk; she responded softly to her son and Disciple, and then led the group into the Five Poisons Cult.