"Feng Junior Brother, is there something you want to say to Nian Yunqiao?" Su Yi's gaze turned towards Feng Xiaofeng.
"I..." Feng Xiaofeng's heart was filled with excitement at this moment. His hands clenched tightly on the armrests of his wheelchair.
He stared fixedly at the kneeling Nian Yunqiao, his face filled with hatred and an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
Ever since his legs became disabled, it was as if his cultivation had also been rendered useless, forcing him to live in constant pain, with darkness filling his heart.
If it weren't for taking care of his younger sister, he might have taken his own life long ago.
And now, seeing his most hated enemy kneeling there, how could he not be excited? How could he not feel a sense of relief?
But in the end...
He bitterly said, "Senior Brother Su Yi, this is Yunhe County City. If you kill him, it will only bring catastrophic consequences upon yourself. I don't want you to fall into an irredeemable situation because of me."
Huang Qianjun couldn't help but be moved.
However, Nian Yunqiao laughed hoarsely and said, "Haha, Feng Xiaofeng, you are indeed clever. But this matter will not be so easily settled!"
He suddenly raised his head, stared fiercely at Su Yi, and shouted, "If you dare, kill me right here at Fengyuan Pavilion! Come on, come on!"
He had a provocative and ferocious look on his face.
Plop!
A sword pierced into his throat, splattering blood that stained the white walls, a vivid and striking crimson.
Nian Yunqiao's eyes widened, seemingly unable to believe that Su Yi had actually dared to make a move...
Immediately, his neck tilted, and his body fell heavily to the ground.
"You... You actually dared to kill someone..."
Chen Jinlong exclaimed in disbelief.
The others were also shocked, their hairs standing on end.
Nian Yunqiao, the son of the Yunhe County Nian family, had died just like that?
It should be noted that this was Fengyuan Pavilion!
But Su Yi had dared to take a life with his sword!!
"You all saw it. He sought death himself," Su Yi said calmly.
Everyone: "..."
Feng Xiaofeng felt a mix of worry and gratitude, his eyes reddening. How could he not know that Su Yi was willing to do anything to avenge him?
"Feng Junior Brother, how do you intend to deal with her?" Su Yi's gaze turned towards Yu Qian.
Under Su Yi's gaze, Yu Qian felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her pretty face turned pale, and she knelt down with a thud, trembling as she said in fear, "Senior Brother Su Yi, I was forced. Nian Yunqiao said that if I didn't submit to him, he would kill me. I... I had no choice!"
Su Yi's eyes remained indifferent, showing no emotional fluctuations.
He knew very well that Yu Qian had betrayed Feng Xiaofeng without hesitation in order to curry favor with Nian Yunqiao.
But now, this woman was describing herself as being forced, which was utterly ridiculous.
Feng Xiaofeng's expression changed uncertainly for a while before he gritted his teeth and said, "Senior Brother Su Yi, I have no connection with her anymore, and I disdain getting involved with such a sycophantic wretch!"
"Yes, yes, I am a wretch. Please, spare my life," Yu Qian pleaded tearfully.
"Get out of here," Su Yi kicked her.
Bang!
Yu Qian flew backward, the pain causing her to gasp for breath. However, a sense of relief after surviving the ordeal appeared on her face.
Meanwhile, as Su Yi's gaze fell upon himself, Yan Chengrong, who was kneeling on the ground, stiffened all over. He then fiercely slapped himself in the face repeatedly, wailing, "Senior Brother Su Yi, I was wrong, I was wrong!"
Nian Yunqiao's prestigious status was even higher than his, yet both had been killed by a single sword. How could he not be terrified?
"Do you know why I returned to Yunhe County City this time?" Su Yi asked.
Yan Chengrong shook his head in a daze.
Plop!
A flash of sword light passed by, cutting off Yan Chengrong's throat. His body slumped to the ground.
"Revenge," Su Yi muttered under his breath.
In an instant, Chen Jinlong and the others felt as if they had fallen into an icy cave, their souls trembling in fear.
Revenge!
Those few words reminded them of the grudges and conflicts they had with Su Yi back in the Qinghe Sword Sect.
"But... but we have no grievances with you!" Chen Jinlong shouted. He didn't care about his dignity; he just wanted to stay alive.
"That's why you should be grateful that you're kneeling here now instead of being dead," Su Yi glanced at him.
Chen Jinlong suddenly felt as if he had been given a second chance at life, and he felt a sense of relief.
But immediately, an indescribable sense of humiliation surged within him. His sword was shattered, and he was suppressed and forced to kneel. Naturally, it couldn't just end like this!
"Junior Brother Su Yi, we have never bullied you during our time in the sect."
"Yes, even though we may have looked down on you during ordinary times, we have never laid a hand on you."
"Senior Brother Su Yi..."
Others also spoke up, trembling and pleading to be spared.
No one wanted to die, and everyone feared that Su Yi, in his rage, would slaughter them all.
Suddenly, Su Yi coldly asked, "Are you wondering why no one from Fengyuan Pavilion has come yet?"
Chen Jinlong and the others' faces changed slightly, and no one dared to answer.
Su Yi sheathed his sword and resumed his seat. He poured himself a glass of wine and casually said, "I'm curious too. How will Fengyuan Pavilion respond? Shall we wait and see together?"
"Well..." Everyone hesitated.
If possible, they would rather leave this bloody place right now.
But they didn't dare to do so.
"What you said earlier is true. We were once fellow disciples, and today's events may not have much to do with you. However, you are involved to some extent. If I don't make you give up, you will eventually do something that will lead to your own destruction."
Su Yi raised his head and drank the wine in his cup casually. "Although I'm not afraid of your future retaliation, I find it troublesome. So why not take this opportunity to put an end to it all?"
In the bustling world, it's difficult to resolve grievances.
To sever all ties with a single sword, one must completely eliminate all potential threats.
"Put an end to it?" Someone trembled and said, "Su Yi, with what you did today, not to mention us, will the Nian and Yan families let you off? Not to mention, this is Fengyuan Pavilion. They won't just sit idly by."
It wasn't a threat, but more like a reminder.
Su Yi shrugged, "Let's wait."
He poured another glass of wine for himself, calm and composed, as if the bloody scene on the ground meant nothing to him.
He seemed completely unconcerned about the threats from Fengyuan Pavilion!
The sight of his indifference stirred indescribable emotions in the hearts of Chen Jinlong and the others.
Fear? Anger? Resentment? Confusion?
It seemed to be a mix of all.
...
In a grand hall on the first floor of Fengyuan Pavilion, reserved exclusively for Madam Cuiyun, the owner.
"The Purple Auspicious Token?"
An old man in a navy blue robe, with a dignified demeanor and a willow mustache, furrowed his brow. "As far as I know, there are only two types of people within the Lanling Xia clan who are eligible to wear this precious token."
"One type is the core direct descendants, who must possess exceptional talents and abilities and gain the recognition of more than half of the prominent figures to enjoy the authority represented by this token."
"The other type is a Martial Dao Grandmaster!"
"And within the entire Lanling Xia clan, the direct bloodline has two Grandmasters presiding over it. One is Patriarch Xiaotianque, Xia Laoye, who has the highest cultivation level and is at the Triple Nurturing Furnace Realm. The other is the current clan leader of the Xia clan, Xia Boyun."
"As for the two branch lines of the Xia clan, each has a Grandmaster presiding over it, but their cultivation levels are inferior to Xia Laoye."
Upon hearing this, the old man in the long robe's eyes narrowed. "If that's the case, then the young man in the blue robe is likely one of the most prominent direct descendants of the Lanling Xia clan's younger generation!"
"I had my suspicions, which is why I didn't dare to be careless."
Beside him, incense wafted through the air as Madam Cuiyun, with her graceful and mature figure, reclined on a soft couch.
Her beautiful eyes shimmered with contemplation. "However, what puzzles me is that the influence of the Lanling Xia clan is primarily concentrated within the 'Baizhou' region, which is closest to the Yujing City. Why would a member of their clan appear thousands of miles away in Yunhe County?"
The old man in the long robe smiled faintly and maintained his composure. "If Madam wishes to know, you can take me to meet that young man. I have acquainted myself with some formidable individuals from the Lanling Xia clan in recent years. With just a few words, I can probe into his background."
But Madam Cuiyun shook her head. "No need. I only acknowledge the token, not the person. Whoever holds this Purple Auspicious Token, I will treat them as an honored guest."
The old man in the long robe nodded. "Madam's approach is the most cautious and wise."
A smile curled on Madam Cuiyun's lips. "You flatter me, Lao Li."
Just then, an urgent knocking on the door resounded. "Madam, there's a situation at the Shanhe Hall!"
Madam Cuiyun abruptly stood up from the soft couch. "Come in and tell me."
A middle-aged man in a luxurious brocade robe entered. He was the same person who had been stationed outside the Shanhe Hall earlier.
"Madam, just a moment ago..."
The middle-aged man didn't waste any time and quickly reported the commotion he had heard coming from inside the Shanhe Hall.
"Murder?"
Madam Cuiyun's beautiful eyes narrowed, and a trace of gloom appeared between her smooth brows.
"To know that this place is Fengyuan Pavilion and still dare to commit murder, this young man, even if he is a core disciple of the Lanling Xia clan, is truly arrogant and domineering!"
The old man in the long robe's face darkened.
"Indeed, he is arrogant and domineering. But what can we do about it?"
Madam Cuiyun sighed softly.
Immediately, a decisive expression appeared on her face. "Let's go. We'll first assess the situation and then make a decision. It's not too late."
"Very well. I also want to see this young man with such an intriguing background."
The old man in the long robe's eyes brimmed with a cold gleam.
"Lao Li, promise me that you won't act recklessly. Otherwise, don't blame me for turning my back on you."
Madam Cuiyun coldly reminded him.
Lao Li's pupils slightly narrowed, but he remained silent.
Soon, their group hurriedly arrived outside the ninth level of the Shanhe Hall.
Taking a deep breath, Madam Cuiyun pushed open the door, only to be hit by a pungent smell of blood.
Immediately, her eyelids twitched.
On the ground lay two corpses—one was Nian Yunqiao, and the other was Yan Chengrong. Both had their throats pierced by a sword, and their bodies had already cooled, the blood congealed.
Not far away, a person was still kneeling. To their astonishment, it was none other than Chen Jinlong, the son of Chen Dakong, the leader of the Changhe Gang!
Just this scene alone caused a sinking feeling in Madam Cuiyun's heart.
However, she was accustomed to the vicissitudes of life and maintained a calm expression as she shifted her gaze to Su Yi, who was seated at the head.
She saw the young man in the blue robe, calm and composed, drinking and pouring himself wine as if nothing had happened.
Having interacted with various important figures throughout the years, Madam Cuiyun could naturally discern that the young man exuded an air of composure and confidence that couldn't be easily feigned.
How could this be called arrogant and domineering?
Clearly, he was full of confidence!