THE REAL PROTEGE Chapter 391: FURY BENEATH THE FAN

Hei Clan’s Reaction

The Hei Clan’s encampnt lood atop a commanding ridge, overlooking the sprawling expanse of the Verdant Bamboo Forest, where the dense foliage swayed like a sea of erald waves. Black banners snapped and fluttered above the tents like sentinels, silent yet ominous, as if warning of the tempest brewing within.

Inside the command tent, the atmosphere was suffocating, thick with fragrant incense that swirled around like a ghostly veil, mingling with the palpable tension that hung in the air. Jin Wu, pale and trembling like a leaf in a storm, knelt on the cold stone floor before the clan’s formidable matriarch, Hei Yanshi. His forehead pressed against the unforgiving surface as he fought to steady his racing heart, his mind still reeling from the shock of the illusion he had unwittingly triggered.

"I—I didn’t even see the formation activate," Jin Wu stamred, his voice a re whisper. "It was like stepping into a dream... a nightmare. My blade shattered. My qi just collapsed. I barely escaped."

Hei Yanshi sat regally upon a raised platform, draped in obsidian silk robes that glimred like the night sky, each fold exuding an air of authority and nace. In her hands, she wielded a fan carved from black jade, its intricate patterns whispering of ancient mysteries. She regarded Jin Wu with an unyielding gaze, her silence wrapping around the room like a shroud.

Then, abruptly, she snapped the fan shut, the sound piercing the tension like a whip crack, reverberating through the tent with a sharp finality.

"You were sent to observe," she pronounced, her voice frosty and contemptuous. "Not to provoke."

Jin Wu flinched under her piercing gaze. "I didn’t an—"

"You didn’t an to fail," she interjected, her tone slicing through his excuses. "But fail you did."

Around the tent, her advisors shifted uneasily, their expressions shadowed with apprehension. An elder leaned forward, concern etched across his features. "Matriarch, the formation he described... It’s not rely defensive. It’s ancestral — sothing from the depths of our lineage. Tianyuan either has awakened an ancient power or he has had it all this ti but never revealed."

Another advisor nodded gravely. "If he’s shielding a Nascent Soul cultivator and it’s not Shi Min, then it must be Mushu. Ling Li’s right hand. Li Lianyuan himself doesn’t have any disciples with this level; it must be from another family branch."

Hei Yanshi’s eyes narrowed, intensity flaring within them like ice catching fire.

"Then Ling Li has already made her move," she stated with chilling clarity. "And we are lagging behind."

Rising to her full height, her imposing aura flared, as if summoning the frost of a winter storm.

"Send word to the other clans. I demand vigilance on every disciple who has traversed the valley in the past month. Compile nas, bloodlines, and weaknesses."

She turned her icy gaze to Jin Wu, who now quaked with dread.

"You will rest. Then you will return — not to intrude but to listen. The forest has its secrets. You failed to heed them."

Jin Wu bowed deeply, beads of sweat tracing paths down his forehead. "Yes, Matriarch."

As he was ushered away, Hei Yanshi pivoted to her inner circle, determination etched in every line of her face.

"If any from Ling Li’s family mber ascends next, the martial arts realm will no longer be governed by re sects or clans. A dynasty will rule it."

Opening her fan with deliberate slowness, the air around her shimred with potential.

"We must decide now — do we dare to challenge the storm, or do we learn to survive within its fury?"

Hei Yanshi harbors deep resentnt towards Ling Li. Since childhood, her parents have frequently compared her to Ling Li. Now, as both are Clan leaders, Ling Li still consistently outperforms her. Hei Yanshi is beyond furious. "I will crush you ultimately!"

Peonies Castle: The Night of Nas and Needles

The moon lounged low in the sky, draping Peonies Castle in a veil of ethereal silver that sparkled against its ornately lacquered eaves and cascaded softly over the manicured gardens below. The cool night air, rich with the intoxicating aroma of jasmine, carried a gentle hum from the protective formations that enveloped the castle. Inside, the halls glimred with the warm flicker of lantern light, creating a cozy glow that contrasted beautifully with the twilight outside, as the castle succumbed to the soothing rhythm of the evening.

Ling Li stepped through the towering main gate, her clothes still imbued with the musty scent of ancient scrolls and hushed conversations held in shadowed corners. Fresh from a clandestine eting at Otako’s concealed mansion, where she and Butler Oda had navigated the rising tensions broiling in Hidden Valley, her mind felt like a sharpened blade, and her spirit taut like a drawn bowstring. Yet, as she crossed the entryway, two small figures suddenly burst forth from the shadows, launching themselves into her embrace.

"Mom, you left us behind!" cried Kim Kim, her cheeks puffed in indignation, eyes glinting with a fierce mix of disappointnt and longing.

"We wanted to watch the training!" Chi Chin chid in, her arms crossed defiantly, the pout on her lips deepening as if it were a force of nature.

Ling Li blinked in surprise, then exhaled, a helpless smile breaking through her seriousness. "I didn’t go to the training field, darlings. I had to handle matters in the office. I promise to take you with next ti, alright?"

Kim Kim tilted her head, considering her mother’s words. "Oh..."

Chi Chin narrowed her eyes, her expression serious. "You have to promise, Mom."

Ling Li knelt down, her gentle fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from Chi Chin’s forehead. "I promise," she said, her voice warm and reassuring.

In an instant, the twins’ frowns lted away, replaced by radiant smiles as they each seized one of her hands, their small fingers wrapping around hers with triumphant glee.

"Mom," Kim Kim asked, tugging gently at her hand, "when will we continue our lesson with the needle technique?"

Ling Li opened her mouth to respond, but before she could speak, a deep voice echoed from the corridor, reverberating through the air like distant thunder.

"What needle technique?"