803: Chapter 792: Ning Fan, Your Mouth Is Getting Nastier 803: Chapter 792: Ning Fan, Your Mouth Is Getting Nastier A bronze incense burner was placed within the hall, its spiraling smoke intertwining like ethereal clouds, imparting a soothing, almost otherworldly effect that cald one’s mind and spirit.
As one of the four prominent families of Zang City, the Yunteng Family had risen to prominence several centuries ago—a history that Ning Fan, being an outsider, was largely unfamiliar with.
However, from the sparse decorations around the hall, the family’s profound heritage was unmistakable.
In particular, the Yunteng Family’s location within Zang City sat upon an auspicious plot, a Feng Shui treasure often likened to a hidden dragon lying in wait.
Yet, regrettably, the path they had chosen to tread was that of the Miao Jiang’s Evil Gu techniques—a decision that, in Ning Fan’s eyes, was akin to severing their own future.
This twisted and deviant approach might yield power quickly, but how many truly et a good end through such ans?
Teng Feiyue also understood this point.
The Yunteng Family was no stranger to the premature deaths of its mbers; even so, Teng Zhuhai remained enamored with the Evil Gu, adamantly convinced it was the best path for the family.
At this juncture, the Yunteng Family had already reached a dead end.
If they could turn back now, perhaps there was still a way to escape their dood trajectory.
However, if they continued down this reckless path, the outco awaiting them would undoubtedly be dire.
The great hall was oppressively silent, to the extent that even the fall of a single pin would echo clearly.
For the others present, this suffocating atmosphere was hard to bear.
Neither Ning Fan nor Teng Feiyue made the slightest move to speak first.
Ning Fan maintained a faint smile on his face, his eyes slightly narrowed.
Sitting opposite to him, Teng Feiyue mirrored his stoic expression, though her deanor surprised him sowhat.
Compared to her ti in Zhonghai, Teng Feiyue’s growth since returning to Zang City was remarkable; at the very least, she had learned to conceal her true thoughts.
But when it ca to a contest of patience, if Teng Zhuhai were sitting here instead, perhaps there would be a chance.
Unfortunately, Teng Feiyue fell short in this regard.
Just as he had anticipated, Teng Feiyue’s patience was slowly unraveling.
Her expression grew increasingly conflicted until, at last, she asked first: “Ning Fan, what exactly are you here for?”
“Heh, what else but to cause trouble?
Or did you honestly think I ca here just to drink tea with you?”
Ning Fan saw no point in dancing around the subject with Teng Feiyue.
His goal in coming here was crystal clear: to disrupt and destroy.
While the Yunteng Family had temporarily maintained a low profile under Teng Feiyue’s leadership due to Teng Zhuhai’s coma, Ning Fan fully understood what was bound to happen.
Once Teng Zhuhai awakened and reclaid his authority, the Yunteng Family would undergo yet another transformation.
Given ti, they would inevitably co looking for Ning Fan to settle accounts.
Rather than waiting for the Yunteng Family to seek him out, Ning Fan preferred to strike first—while they were at their weakest, with Teng Zhuhai still incapacitated.
Ning Fan had no intention of discussing reason or reconciliation; he fully intended to seize the opportunity rcilessly.
“Do you truly plan to escalate things to the point of mutual destruction with the Yunteng Family?!”
Teng Feiyue asked incredulously, her gaze pleading—a sentint that only Ning Fan noticed.
Detecting the desperation in Teng Feiyue’s eyes, Ning Fan let out a faint sigh, his heart softening slightly.
Yet he shook his head with cold detachnt and said, “Who are you, and what’s your position in the Yunteng Family?”
As much as she might wish for reconciliation, Teng Feiyue’s status was ultimately insufficient to make such decisions.
Unless she was the Family Head, without Teng Zhuhai’s approval, the Yunteng Family would remain Ning Fan’s enemy.
“…”
Teng Feiyue fell silent, uncertain of how to respond.
Indeed, as Ning Fan had pointed out, what was she within the Yunteng Family?
Did she wield authority akin to a decree-binding Saint?
If not, it was a pity.
No matter how hard Teng Feiyue tried, as long as her influence in the Yunteng Family did not surpass Teng Zhuhai’s, the enmity between Ning Fan and the Yunteng Family remained unchangeable.
This was reality—a cruel, unrelenting reality.
“If you’re willing to release my brother, along with Teng Dong, then perhaps negotiations aren’t impossible…”
Teng Feiyue said sowhat tentatively, her voice lacking confidence.
As she spoke, chaos erupted outside the great hall.
Turned out that most of the Yunteng Family hadn’t known about Teng Huayang’s predicant—only a select few were aware!
It explained why, during Teng Zhuhai’s coma, the one handling affairs hadn’t been Teng Huayang but Teng Feiyue.
The realization that their Young Master, Teng Huayang, had fallen into Ning Fan’s clutches sparked fury among the Yunteng Family.
All at once, indignation flared throughout the crowd outside, with grumbles and clamoring voices calling for Ning Fan to pay the price.
Teng Nan frowned, inwardly sighing.
Teng Feiyue was still too inexperienced, letting slip such critical information in public.
“SILENCE!”
Teng Nan roared, his sharp glare silencing the commotion outside.
Under his intimidating presence, the hall finally returned to quiet.
Teng Feiyue, now aware of her blunder, regretted it deeply.
Yet, thanks to Teng Nan’s intervention in quelling the chaos, she cast him a grateful look before refocusing on Ning Fan.
Ning Fan remained expressionless outwardly, though inwardly he was equal parts amused and exasperated.
After a few monts, his voice took on a mocking tone: “Laughable.
What bargaining chips do you even have to negotiate with ?”
“…!”
Teng Feiyue stamred, attempting to say sothing—perhaps to justify herself, but under Ning Fan’s piercing gaze, she ultimately faltered and conceded defeat.
“Enough!
Ning Fan, daring to co here alone—you do have so grit.
But do you truly believe the Yunteng Family is a place you can co and go as you please?!”
At that mont, Teng Zhuhai entered, flanked by Teng Bei and several Protectors.
“The Family Head!
The Family Head has awakened!”
“Wonderful!
The Family Head is back!”
“Heh, now let’s see if that brat dares to act so cocky!”
Teng Zhuhai’s ergence revitalized the crowd as if injected with a stimulant.
The oppressive atmosphere dissipated, replaced with collective eagerness for confrontation.
As the Yunteng Family rallied around Teng Zhuhai’s arrival, Ning Fan smiled faintly, casting a slightly surprised glance at him.
So, he’d indeed awoken; Ning Fan had assud Teng Zhuhai was still unconscious.
But it hardly mattered to Ning Fan.
Teng Zhuhai’s awakening was even preferable.
New debts, old grudges—all could be settled today.
There was no better ti for an ultimate reckoning.
Clap!
Clap!
Clap!
Ning Fan stood up and began clapping loudly, the action drawing everyone’s attention toward him.
“Teng Zhuhai, so you’re not dead after all.
Since you’ve regained consciousness, why hide behind your daughter?
Do you even count as a man?”
Ning Fan’s scornful words incited anger not only in Teng Zhuhai but among all those present.
His provocative statent was akin to insulting everyone in the Yunteng Family.
“Ning Fan, your mouth grows fouler by the day!”
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