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Everyone thinks you're a good kid. Come on, what are you thinking about this time?
Zhao Feng immediately defended himself, "Dad, why do you say that? I'm not that bad!"
Zhao An snorted, putting on a brave front, "Stop hiding it. Just say it."
Zhao Feng could only nod and said softly, "Dad, I made something to present to the immortal as a sign of respect."
"Oh? What is it?" Zhao An's curiosity was instantly piqued.
"Hehe, it's in my room. Let me go get it for you," Zhao Feng replied.
Zhao An, looking slightly worried, said, "No need. Let's go get it together."
Zhao Feng hesitated for a moment but eventually agreed to take Zhao An with him.
Upon entering the room, they saw a wooden sculpture placed on an altar.
"Which deity is this dedicated to?" Zhao An asked.
Zhao Feng smiled mysteriously, "Dad, why don't you go take a look?"
Curious, Zhao An stepped forward to examine it. As he got closer, he realized it was a statue of Yun Xiao Yi, so lifelike that it seemed as if the real person was present. Anyone who saw it would feel as though Yun Xiao Yi was truly standing there.
"This... is this the immortal?" Zhao An asked in surprise.
Zhao Feng smiled and replied, "That's right! The immortal has been very kind to me, so I specially carved this statue to show my reverence."
Zhao An nodded in acknowledgment but seemed to remember something. He carefully wrapped the statue of Yun Xiao Yi in a white cloth and then said seriously,
"You are right; indeed, we should worship day and night to express our gratitude for the Immortal's great grace. But why didn't you mention this to me earlier? Why didn't you inform me in advance?" Zhao Feng was momentarily speechless.
Zhao An sighed lightly, "You must not make this mistake again. This time, I will let it go without punishment. However, I will need to keep the statue for now." With that, he gently cradled the statue in his arms.
At that moment, Zhao Feng clearly saw that Zhao An was determined to possess the statue while still looking for an excuse to justify it. "Father, if you take the statue away, what am I supposed to do?"
Zhao An confidently replied, "You can just carve another one. What? You don't really intend to snatch the Immortal Sir's wood carving from me, do you?"
Seeing Zhao An's confident demeanor, Zhao Feng let out a helpless sigh. What should he do now? He could only carve another one. After all, he couldn't really go and steal it, could he? It was important to remember that the person before him was his father; their blood ties were more precious than anything else. Moreover, in their society, filial piety was paramount, and officials were selected based on their virtue and filial conduct.
If he truly attempted to forcefully take it today, tomorrow he would be ridiculed by the villagers of Zhao Family Village and would not be able to hold his head high.
"Father, this doesn't seem like your style," he said.
"Hey, I haven't even started worshipping yet; how can you be more anxious than I am?" Zhao An chuckled as he walked out of the room with the wood carving.
As soon as he stepped outside, he eagerly took out the statue and examined it closely.
The statue was vividly lifelike, perfectly embodying the essence of Immortal Sir.
Ha, now I can worship Immortal Sir at all times. But such a perfect statue of the deity, I can't keep it to myself; I must show it off to my brothers.
Just as he was about to do so, a young man rushed over—Zhao Wen, the child of his sixth brother. "Family head, it's bad!"
"Don't panic, take your time and explain," Zhao Anxin urged.
"What happened?" he thought. With Immortal Sir safeguarding Zhao Family Village, what problem could there be that couldn't be resolved? Still, he preferred to handle matters himself without troubling Immortal Sir.
Before Zhao Wen could catch his breath, he spoke up: "A lot of outsiders have come to the village."
Zhao Anxin was taken aback. Although Zhao Family Village often received visitors, this news felt unusual. "Are they really...?"
Zhao Feng's heart tightened; after all, the invasion from seven years ago was still fresh in his memory.
"No, it's not that. It's people from Xinghua Village," Zhao Wen clarified with a shake of his head.
Hearing this, Zhao Anxin felt a bit relieved. "Oh, it's people from Xinghua Village." He had close ties with them; their families were intricately connected.
Zhao Wen quickly added, "That's right, but it's not just a few people this time. They brought about six hundred strong men, each armed with weapons. They clearly aren't here for a friendly visit."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Anxin gasped in shock. "So many armed men? Are they really planning to attack Zhao Family Village? Although Zhao Family Village has seen better days, even if they took over this place, it would be difficult to support such a large population."
Moreover, attacking a city would be even more advantageous.
Regardless of the situation, they had to stop them from entering Zhao Family Village. They could not allow these people to disturb Immortal Sir residing in the village.
"Zhao Feng," Zhao Anxin commanded.
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