"Wait, the Mu Residence is so big, why do you only search here and gather all the family disciples over? Could it be that the Third Elder holds a grudge against ?" Han Yan stretched out his hand to stop them, speaking without any courtesy.
Things had reached this point, and there was no need to be secretive. Tearing off the facade was more beneficial than harmful to Han Yan.
"The Token is hidden in your courtyard, where else should we search if not here?" The Third Elder sneered.
"Oh, how does the Third Elder know the Token is in my courtyard? Did you put it there?" Han Yan said indifferently.
Uh... the Third Elder was once again choked by Han Yan’s words.
"Since we’re here, we naturally have confidence. This old man used the Blood Oath Soul Contract technique and has already found the Token’s location." The Supre Elder finally regained his senses and took the conversation from the Third Elder.
To be honest, he didn’t want to take over the conversation. Han Yan’s mouth was frankly infuriating and terrifying. His age was no advantage, and his mind wasn’t as quick as the young, unable to gain an upper hand in such exchanges.
However, seeing the Third Elder being rendered speechless by Han Yan yet again, if he didn’t step in, who knew what the Mu Family’s disciples would think.
In fact, the mont Han Yan spoke, many already wore expressions of deep thought.
The importance of the Supre Elder Token needn’t be ntioned. Could the Third Elder really be that careless? Even if Han Yan intended to steal it, it’s not that easy to take. It’s not out of the question that there’s a possibility of false charges and framing, is there?
"Blood Oath Soul Contract!" Han Yan exclaid in "shock," "I’ve heard it’s a Forbidden Technique that shortens one’s life."
"Uh..." The Supre Elder suddenly didn’t know what to say. The reduction of lifespan by the Oath Soul Contract is no secret, known to any swordsman. Calling it a short life is accurate, but why did it sound so off?
"Supre Elder, did you really use the Blood Oath Soul Contract? You look quite well, more spirited than I am, with such a healthy glow. You must be kidding, right?" Han Yan suspiciously looked at the Supre Elder.
The Supre Elder felt like spitting blood; he indeed had a healthy glow, but that was because of Han Yan.
"Han Yan, do you suspect this old man is framing you?" The Supre Elder finally couldn’t hold back.
As a Supre Elder of the Zong Family, being questioned by a junior like this, wouldn’t he beco a laughingstock?
Mu Beichen furrowed his brows, discreetly giving Han Yan a look that clearly said: no matter what, he is still the Supre Elder, you should know when to stop to not damage his face too much.
Unfortunately, Han Yan acted as if he hadn’t seen it. If she hadn’t had prior preparation and a quick mind, who knows what fate awaited her today.
Since the opponents played without rcy, why should she be polite?
Even though her experiences from two lifetis couldn’t compare to her grandfather’s, in one aspect, she surpasses him. She’s experienced death, while her grandfather hasn’t. In certain monts, she is more resolute and ruthless than Mu Beichen.
Since she decided to disgrace the Supre Elder and the Third Elder, Han Yan wouldn’t hold back any strength.
"Of course, I dare not doubt the Supre Elder. But many in this world are not as they seem. People who appear righteous with malicious hearts are not uncommon, so I can’t be blad for being suspicious." Han Yan said sarcastically.
Everyone looked at the Supre Elder and the Third Elder. Although the Token hadn’t been found, it could very well be a case of framing even if it was discovered. From the two elders’ previous stance, it’s clear they wouldn’t give Han Yan a chance to defend herself, sneaky and insidious being the understatent.
The Supre Elder blushed slightly, knowing Han Yan was indirectly scolding.
"Supre Elder, there’s no need to argue with him; once we find the Token, let’s see what he has to say." The Third Elder, seeing the looks on everyone’s faces, knew that the family was growing disdainful of their intentions. Only by quickly finding the Supre Elder Token could their face be saved.
"Yes, Great Elder, Second Elder, and several Tributor, search it for ." The Supre Elder also realized things weren’t looking good and, unwilling to engage further with Han Yan, directly ordered the two elders.
Han Yan did not obstruct as the two elders and several Tributor, accompanied by guards, stord into the house, rely revealing a trace of a cold smile.
No one noticed that the seemingly ordinary Jade Pendant on her chest emitted a more mysterious glow than usual.
Up till now, Han Yan still couldn’t comprehend the situation, but she was certain that no one could find the whereabouts of the Supre Elder Token.
...
From the house ca the sound of rummaging, while outside was dead silent. The family mbers glanced between the Great Elder, the Third Elder, Mu Beichen, and Han Yan, with a sense that regardless of the outco today, the long-standing rivalry between the Great Elder and the Third Elder must reach a conclusion.
Half an hour, an hour, two hours... until dawn, and still, no response from the Great Elder and his party.
The Third Elder’s face gradually darkened, and the Supre Elder’s expression grew grimr.
"Could there have been a mistake in my Blood Oath Soul Sacrifice technique? It’s nonsensical!" Seeing the various expressions on the family mbers’ faces, the Supre Elder suddenly felt a strong unease.
"Great Elder, did you find it?" finally, as the Great Elder and his group filed out, the Third Elder hurriedly t them.
The Great Elder shook his head, looking sowhat embarrassed.
Han Yan’s courtyard wasn’t big; they expected results in a quarter of an hour. They spent over two hours, almost unearthing the place, yet still couldn’t find the Supre Elder Token.
"Nothing found?" The Third Elder, of course, understood his headshake but still couldn’t help asking.
"No, we’ve searched every possible place multiple tis, not missing an inch, over a hundred tis, and still nothing." The Third Elder said.
As he spoke, he glanced over Han Yan and others, shaking his head. Although the Supre Elder Token was only half the length of an ordinary longsword, its width was several tis more. It couldn’t possibly be hidden on a person.
The surrounding Mu Family’s Disciples remained silent, watching the Third Elder like a spectacle.
"Impossible!" At that mont, Mu Chengyang’s cry broke the silence.
Everyone turned to Mu Chengyang; so wore expressions of doubt, while others’ faces changed. So present were neither inexperienced nor naive, reading sothing different from this statent.
(Wishing everyone a happy New Year! It’s New Year’s Eve today; how are you all planning to celebrate? In Sichuan, it’s filled with the sounds of mahjong, families and friends gathering to play. I hope everyone enjoys a joyous New Year, students receiving piles of red envelopes, and wishes for a successful and prosperous coming year! On New Year’s Eve, I’ll hand out red envelopes in my space. Those who added on Q, rember to grab them. Also, a shoutout for monthly tickets.)
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