Liu Yuning, the eldest young master of the Liu family, was the strongest among the younger generation of the Liu clan. He possessed fourth-rank cultivation, even slightly stronger than Liu Jing.
Seeing the youth point a sword at him, he felt only disdain. The only one who truly made him wary was the woman in white robes. He could not sense even the slightest trace of her aura.
Chu Feng tilted the tip of his sword slightly. The moment he saw the other party charge forward, he circulated his true qi. His figure turned into an afterimage as he struck with a single sword slash. It was swift, fierce, and bursting with sword energy.
Boom!
Liu Yuning was blasted backward. Before he could steady himself, Chu Feng had already appeared before him.
Clang!
Sparks flew as sword met sword.
Chu Feng had not expected the other party to also be a sword cultivator. However, this sword intent was truly weak and flimsy.
Sword intent surged forth. Chu Feng directly severed the sword in the other party’s hand with a single slash.
Clang!
Little White’s momentum did not lessen in the slightest as it continued straight toward Liu Yuning’s neck.
Startled out of his wits, Liu Yuning immediately pulled out a defensive treasure, barely blocking Chu Feng’s attack.
Run!
That was the only thought left in Liu Yuning’s mind.
“Trying to run? Too late!”
A cold glint flashed through Chu Feng’s eyes. Silver light spread from beneath his feet like a spiderweb.
Whoosh!
His figure seemed to pierce through space itself, instantly appearing behind Liu Yuning.
This was something Chu Feng discovered after his injuries had fully healed. There was now a trace of spatial power within his body, likely captured from the spatial turbulence.
It could be considered an unexpected blessing. After all, only those who reached the sixth rank could truly wield the power of space, while fifth-rank cultivators could merely sense it.
Gripping Little White tightly, true qi surged through his body as his sword intent suddenly swelled.
Brilliant sword light erupted. The surrounding air exploded apart, and fierce winds swept across the ground.
With a single slash—
“Pwah!”
One of Liu Yuning’s arms was severed and sent crashing to the ground.
Chu Feng landed gracefully and looked at the half-dead Liu Yuning with a frown. “So weak? Is this guy really fourth-rank?”
This feeling… the threat he posed was not even as great as that Liu family big-big sister from before.
“He only advanced through pills. Flashy but hollow.”
Liu Xueyao slowly walked over. With her insight, she could naturally tell that Liu Yuning’s true qi was unstable and flimsy. He was all appearance and no substance….perfect for her husband to use as practice.
“Oh right, there’s still important business.”
Chu Feng quickly jogged over to Liu Yuning. The reason he had spared the man’s life was to ask where Granny Rong mentioned by Saintess Sister was being held.
“Hey, if you’re not dead yet, squeak or something. Where have you imprisoned Granny Rong?”
Honestly, if Saintess Sister hadn’t told him, he never would have believed that someone could actually harm their own biological younger sister. Truly beasts in human skin.
But judging from the conversation he had overheard earlier, Liu Tiancheng’s entire family really lived up to the saying “birds of a feather flock together.”
Every single one of them was ruthless and filled with ambition.
“D-Don’t… I-I’ll talk!”
Liu Yuning coughed up blood as he spoke. He did not want to die. He had yet to sit in the family head’s seat.
“Good. As long as you tell me, I won’t kill you.”
Chu Feng grinned. Well, he indeed would not be the one to kill him.
“That old woman is locked in the underground chamber beneath the manor. After entering from here, turn the vase beside the folding screen and the hidden passage will open. Then—”
Liu Yuning spilled everything he knew without holding anything back.
“Good, thanks for the information. As for my promise, I’ll keep it too.”
Chu Feng took out a recording stone and recorded every single word Liu Yuning had said without missing a thing.
However, the moment Liu Yuning finished confessing, the temperature around Liu Xueyao suddenly plummeted as an ice sword condensed into existence.
Liu Yuning’s eyes widened as he glared furiously at Chu Feng. “You broke your word—!”
“Shh.” Chu Feng pressed a finger to his lips and smiled playfully. “How can you say I broke my word? I promised that I wouldn’t make a move against you, but I never promised that Saintess Sister wouldn’t.”
“You…!!”
In the end, Liu Yuning did not even have time to scream before his heart turned cold—quite literally. After all, an ice sword had pierced straight through his chest.
***
“Brother, is this truly your decision?”
Liu Shijing stared coldly at Liu Tiancheng with icy eyes. Sitting before her were two figures.
One was an emaciated old man who looked as though he stood on the verge of death, yet terrifying power surged within his body.
The other was a young man in black robes. It was Jia Tiansheng, the current prodigy of the Jia family and a disciple of the number one righteous sect, the Myriad Saint Palace.
“Second Sister, I know you are an elder of the Yaochi Holy Land, but within the Liu family, your identity is still that of a Liu family member. As your elder brother, I have specially chosen an excellent match for you.”
Under Liu Shijing’s gaze, even Liu Tiancheng’s confidence faltered slightly as he spoke. So this… was the might of the eighth rank…
His heart was filled with both fear and jealousy.
“A mere middle stage fifth-rank cultivator dares think himself worthy of this one?”
A chill flashed through Liu Shijing’s beautiful eyes. Vast true qi poured forth, causing the temperature to drop sharply as frost spread across the surroundings.
At last, the silent Venerable Kuhai spoke.
“Hehe, Elder Liu, this old man only just received the news. Yesterday, you even acknowledged some little third-rank brat as your dao companion. My disciple is already at the fifth rank….wouldn’t he be far superior to that little brat?
“And if by chance my disciple wins the battle for the position of Holy Son, then you would become the Holy Son’s wife. In the future, you could even become the wife of the Palace Master of the Myriad Saint Palace, commanding the entire righteous path with a single word.”
Jia Tiansheng gazed at Liu Shijing, burning desire flashing in his eyes. It was not only because of her peerless beauty. There was another reason as well: among all the Holy Son candidates, he alone came from the Jia family.
Although the Jia family was not weak, within the Myriad Saint Palace, they were still insignificant.
If he could form a marriage alliance with the Liu family, not only would he gain the Liu family’s support, he could even establish ties with the Jade Pool Holy Land. This would greatly aid him in competing for the position of Holy Son.
“Elder Liu, while my strength is far inferior to yours at present, I am confident that within a hundred years, I will advance to the eighth rank!”
Liu Shijing swept a cold glance over Jia Tiansheng. “Within a hundred years? Such arrogant words. Even if I gave you another hundred years, breaking through to the eighth rank would still be nothing more than a foolish dream.”
Her pretty face turned cold as she said indifferently, “You are not worthy of having this one lower herself to you.”
Then she fixed her gaze upon Liu Tiancheng.
“This one originally thought that after Elder Sister’s death, you had truly shown a trace of remorse. Now it seems I was the foolish one for hoping so. After today, I will take Xueyao and leave. I will never again step foot in the Liu family. As for this marriage alliance with the Myriad Saint Palace, Liu Tiancheng, marry whoever you want….this one will not accompany you in your madness!”
With a sweep of her sleeve, Liu Shijing turned as though preparing to leave.
“Wait! Second Sister, if you dare step out of this door, I guarantee Granny Rong will die a miserable death.”
Hearing Liu Tiancheng’s words, Liu Shijing halted her steps. Her beautiful eyes narrowed as a murderous aura swept through the surroundings, causing Liu Tiancheng to swallow nervously.
“Hehe, Second Sister, now that things have come to this, do you still think you can leave?”
Liu Tiancheng was extremely satisfied with this move of his. Even if his second sister rushed to the manor, without the correct password, so what if she was an eighth-rank cultivator? Just finding the entrance alone would still take considerable effort!
“Just obediently accept the marriage alliance your elder brother has arranged for you. That way, everyone will be happy.”
Venerable Kuhai stroked his beard in satisfaction, Jia Tiansheng rubbed his hands together excitedly, and Liu Tiancheng looked completely certain of victory.
“I object to this marriage alliance!”
A clear and resounding youthful voice rang out.
Everyone looked over, only to see a young man appear holding a longsword. Beside him stood two women.
One was a mature beauty in white robes, while the other was an elderly granny with snow-white hair.
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