The night is deep.
Qinghe City.
Leng Family.
Old Man Leng was dressed in his nightgown, sitting on the edge of his bed in his bedroom.
Not far from him, a man covered in blood was kneeling on the ground, shivering.
If one looked closely at the man’s face through the bloodstains, they could barely make out that this man was the Taoist who had been by Leng Wujiu’s side earlier.
"Speak, why did you try to escape?" Old Man Leng’s hair and beard were grey. He was in his seventies, but still looked strong and commanding, his eyes piercing.
As the Family Head of the Leng Family and the Third Secretary of the Azure Dragon Comrce, Leng Bosun knew one thing best: discretion.
Usually, he kept a low profile, yet he allowed his second son, Leng Wujiu, to be ostentatious and domineering outside.
Just because he wanted to tell people that although the Leng Family kept a low profile, it didn’t an they didn’t know how to be high-profile.
Three days ago, upon learning the news from Sakura Falling, that other forces coveted the Azure Dragon Comrce, he instructed his second son Leng Wujiu to take four masters to go and fish in troubled waters.
Unexpectedly, today one of his subordinates found the Taoist, who had gone with Leng Wujiu, sneaking around as if trying to escape.
Without a word, they captured him and brought him back.
The Leng Family’s power was such that a re trickster Taoist couldn’t escape their clutches.
The Taoist, now beaten to a pulp, was terrified: "Leng, Old Master Leng, Second Young Master, is dead."
"What?" Beside the Taoist stood a burly middle-aged man.
Dressed like a refined scholar, complete with a feather fan and silk scarf, holding a folding fan.
Nobody would associate his appearance with that of a martial artist.
He was the eldest son of the Leng Family, Leng Wencheng.
Leng Wencheng handled all major and minor affairs of the Leng Family and external trade, famously known as the Cold Fox and highly regarded even within the Azure Dragon Comrce.
Though he was nearing middle age, since childhood, he had turned a blind eye to his brother’s antics.
In his view, the large Leng Family, with its imnse power, would be wasting its influence without soone behaving wildly.
For this reason, his thoughts aligned with Leng Bosun’s.
As long as Leng Wujiu didn’t bring the sky down, he was free to act as he pleased.
In others’ eyes, Leng Wencheng’s cultivation was not high, while Leng Wujiu was tyrannical. In terms of pure combat power, Leng Wujiu was considered the number one in the Leng Family.
However, few knew that Leng Wujiu’s abilities were entirely taught by Leng Wencheng.
Leng Wujiu had feared his scholarly brother since childhood.
Of course, to Leng Wencheng, Wujiu was not only a brother but also a disciple.
Brother and disciple, their relationship was closer than ordinary siblings.
Upon hearing the Taoist say Leng Wujiu was dead, Leng Wencheng grabbed the Taoist’s hair, nearly tearing his scalp off: "Speak quickly! What happened? If you dare hide anything, I’ll make you wish you were dead!"
The fake Taoist, already scared out of his wits, dared not hide anything and imdiately recounted everything he had seen while trembling.
"What? Soone with the surna Ye? And, accompanied by the Holy Daughter of Sakura Falling? A giant python swallowed Wujiu?"
Soon, Leng Bosun and Leng Wencheng understood the general situation.
"Throw him into the dog pen, let the dogs have him!" Leng Wencheng waved a hand, and imdiately soone dragged the fake Taoist out like a dead dog, ignoring his continuous pleas.
Once the fake Taoist was dragged out, Leng Wencheng ca to the bedside, standing respectfully with hands hanging down.
"Father, what do you think?"
Leng Bosun’s face was dark.
From the fake Taoist’s words, Leng Bosun was almost certain that Leng Wujiu was dead.
There was no heart-wrenching wail.
Nor was there the agony of losing a son.
Leng Bosun remained unusually calm, as cold-blooded as a reptile, making one’s blood run cold.
"Surna Ye?" Leng Bosun looked up: "The other party could raise and kill a thirty-ter long python. With such skills, not even a first-rate master could do this, right?"
Leng Wencheng nodded: "As far as I know, the one who possesses such capabilities, besides the legendary Cross Training Masters, would be an Innate Master."
"Innate Master?" Leng Bosun’s pupils contracted sharply: "You an, one who breaks the first-rate master limit, one who produces Xuan Qi within their body?"
"Exactly." Leng Wencheng’s expression turned serious: "Given the Ye surna, it’s hard not to link this person with Ye Guichen, who recently shook up Qinghe, causing turmoil among the three major families."
"Ye Guichen?" Leng Bosun squinted his eyes: "Haha, what a surprise! He dared touch our Leng Family mber, killed my son. No matter his background or strength, he must die!"
An intense killing intent enveloped the room, chilling it significantly.
Leng Wencheng quickly asked, "Father, what do you plan to do?"
"Investigate this matter thoroughly. If that person surnad Ye is truly Ye Guichen, find a way to provoke the President into taking action." A crafty look flashed in Leng Bosun’s eyes.
Leng Wencheng was taken aback, sowhat puzzled: "Father, if it’s really that guy, I’ll take people and kill him directly."
Leng Bosun gently shook his head: "If it’s an Innate Master, it will cost us dearly if we make a move. But if the President acts, we can reap the benefits, and perhaps obtain the thod of breaking into the Innate Realm from that guy. That is more important for our Leng Family."
Innate Realm.
It’s what every martial artist aspires to reach.
But such a stage only exists in legends.
Especially for those of lower realms, they might not even believe Innate Masters exist.
However, Leng Bosun was clear that not only do Innate Masters exist, but they might not be few.
Only, those people rarely involve themselves in worldly conflicts.
To them, worldly disputes are nothing more than squabbles among ants.
...
Elsewhere, Ye Guichen was unaware the Leng Family already had their sights set on him.
That night, although Ye Guichen felt less awkward, he was still relegated to sleeping on the sofa.
Early the next morning, Ye Guichen prepared breakfast before Mi Lan and Chen Ziran woke up. Then he eagerly called Su Tong, confirming he and Linglong were at ho. After retrieving the Ghost Kiss Grass, snake tail bones, snake scales, and at from the dicinal Food Restaurant, he headed straight to the herb street.
Bai Qinghe, having mostly recovered from the injuries she sustained in Qinghe, also left Yun City overnight after explaining the situation to Chen Ziran, following the route Ye Guichen provided to find Hong Ye at Sakura Falling.
"Master Su, Junior Sister Linglong’s leg..."
Upon entering the backyard of the pharmacy, Ye Guichen was stunned, his words dying in his throat: "Master Uncle, what... what are you doing?"
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