Chapter 100

"Disciple Feng, is there anything you want to say to Nian Yunqiao?"

Su Yi's gaze fell on Feng Xiaofeng.

"I..."

At this moment, Feng Xiaofeng was extremely agitated, his hands gripping the armrests of his wheelchair tightly.

He stared intently at Nian Yunqiao, who was kneeling on the ground, his face a mix of hatred and indescribable satisfaction.

Since his legs were crippled, his cultivation was also ruined, causing him to live in constant pain, his heart dark and gloomy.

If it weren't for taking care of his sister, he might have already taken his own life.

And now, seeing his most hated enemy kneeling before him, how could he not be agitated? How could he not feel a sense of relief?

But in the end—

He said bitterly, "Senior Brother Su Yi, this is Yunhe County City. If you kill him, it will bring you a disaster of epic proportions. I don't want you to fall into an irredeemable situation because of me."

Huang Ganjun couldn't help but be moved.

But Nian Yunqiao laughed hoarsely, "Ha ha, you, Feng Xiaofeng, are indeed smart, but this matter won't be settled so easily!"

He suddenly raised his head, staring fiercely at Su Yi, and shouted, "If you have the guts, kill me right here in Fengyuan Hall! Come on! Come on—!"

He had a defiant and aggressive look.

Puff!

A sword tip pierced his throat, splattering blood onto the white wall, crimson and glaring.

Nian Yunqiao's eyes bulged, seemingly unable to believe that Su Yi would really take action...

Then, his neck tilted, and his entire body fell to the ground with a thud.

"You... you actually dared to kill someone..."

Chen Jinlong exclaimed in shock.

The others were also startled, their spines tingling.

Nian Yunqiao, the son of the Nian family's patriarch in Yunhe County City, was dead?

After all, this was Fengyuan Hall!

And Su Yi dared to kill with his sword!

"You all saw it; he begged for his own death."

Su Yi said calmly.

The crowd: "..."

Feng Xiaofeng was both worried and moved, his eyes welling up. How could he not know that Su Yi was willing to do anything to avenge him?

"Disciple Feng, how do you plan to deal with her?"

Su Yi's gaze fell on Yu Qian.

Under Su Yi's gaze, Yu Qian felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her face pale. She knelt down with a thud and pleaded, "Senior Brother Su Yi, I was forced. Nian Yunqiao said he would kill me if I didn't comply. I... I had no choice!"

Su Yi's eyes were indifferent, showing no emotion.

How could he not know that Yu Qian had betrayed Feng Xiaofeng without hesitation to attach herself to Nian Yunqiao?

But now, this woman was portraying herself as a victim, which was laughable.

Feng Xiaofeng's expression was uncertain, and after a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "Senior Brother Su Yi, I have no relation with her anymore. I don't even want to deal with such a sycophantic woman!"

"Yes, yes, I am a sycophant. Please, spare my life."

Yu Qian cried and begged.

"Get lost."

Su Yi kicked her.

Bang!

Yu Qian flew backward, gasping in pain, but her face showed a sense of relief at having survived.

When he noticed Su Yi's gaze on him, Yan Chengrong, who was kneeling on the ground, stiffened and then began slapping himself, wailing, "Senior Brother Su Yi, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

Nian Yunqiao's status was higher than his, yet he was killed with a single sword strike. How could he not be afraid?

"Do you know why I returned to Yunhe County City?"

Su Yi asked.

Yan Chengrong shook his head in confusion.

Puff!

A flash of sword light cut through Yan Chengrong's throat, and he slumped to the ground.

"Revenge."

Su Yi finally spoke the two words.

Instantly, Chen Jinlong and the others felt as if they had fallen into an ice pit, their souls trembling.

Revenge!

These two simple words reminded them of the grudges they had with Su Yi back in the Qinghe Sword Mansion.

"But... but I have no grudge with you!"

Chen Jinlong shouted, disregarding his dignity and only wanting to save his life.

"So, you should be grateful that you are kneeling here now, rather than dead."

Su Yi glanced at him.

Chen Jinlong felt as if he had been given a second chance, his entire body relaxing.

But immediately, a sense of humiliation welled up inside him. His sword was broken, and he was forced to kneel. He couldn't let this stand!

"Junior Brother Su Yi, we never bullied you in the sect."

"That's right, even if we looked down on you, we never laid a hand on you."

"Senior Brother Su Yi..."

The others all spoke up, trembling and begging for mercy.

No one wanted to die, and everyone was afraid that Su Yi might kill them in a fit of rage.

Suddenly, Su Yi asked coldly, "Are you thinking why the people from Fengyuan Hall haven't come yet?"

Chen Jinlong and the others' faces changed, but no one dared to answer.

Su Yi sheathed his sword, sat back down, and poured himself a cup of wine, saying casually, "I'm curious too. Why don't we wait and see what Fengyuan Hall will do?"

"This..."

The crowd hesitated.

If possible, they would rather leave this bloody place now.

But they didn't dare to do so.

"You were right earlier. We were once fellow disciples. Today's events have little to do with you, but you were still involved. If I don't make you give up, you might do something that leads to your own death in the future."

Su Yi took a sip of wine, speaking casually, "I'm not afraid of your future revenge, but I find it troublesome. It's better to settle this once and for all."

In this chaotic world, grudges are hard to resolve.

To settle a grudge with a single sword strike, one must thoroughly eliminate all potential threats.

"Settle?"

Someone asked in a trembling voice, "Su Yi, you've caused such a commotion today. Not to mention us, but the Nian and Yan families, will they let you off? And this is Fengyuan Hall; they won't just stand by and do nothing."

This wasn't a threat but a reminder.

Su Yi said indifferently, "Let's wait and see."

He poured himself another cup of wine, calm and composed, seemingly unconcerned about the threat from Fengyuan Hall.

This demeanor made Chen Jinlong and the others feel a mix of emotions.

Dread? Anger? Hatred? Confusion?

All of them.

...

In the first floor of Fengyuan Hall, in a grand hall exclusively for the owner, Lady Cuiyun.

"Zi Rui token?"

An old man in a dark blue robe, with a dignified presence and a willow beard, frowned and said, "To my knowledge, within the Lanling Xiao family, only two types of people have the right to wear such a precious token."

"One is the core direct-line descendants, who must possess extraordinary talent and be recognized by more than half of the important figures to enjoy the authority represented by this token."

"The other is a Martial Arts Grandmaster!"

"In the entire Lanling Xiao family, there are two Grandmasters in the direct line: one is Elder Xiao Tianque, whose cultivation is the highest, reaching the third level of the Furnace Cultivation Realm. The other is the current patriarch, Xiao Boyun."

"In the two branches of the Xiao family, there is one Grandmaster each, but their cultivation is inferior to Elder Xiao."

The old man in the dark blue robe narrowed his eyes, "From this, we can deduce that the young man in the green robe is likely one of the most outstanding direct-line descendants of the Lanling Xiao family!"

"I have my doubts, which is why I didn't dare to be the slightest bit negligent."

On one side, incense wafted from a burner, and Lady Cuiyun, with her graceful and mature figure, leaned on a soft couch.

Her beautiful eyes showed a thoughtful expression, "But what puzzles me is that the Lanling Xiao family's influence is in the 'Bai Prefecture' closest to Yujing City. Why would one of their descendants appear in Yunhe County, thousands of miles away?"

The old man in the dark blue robe smiled slightly, "If Lady wants to know, I can go and meet the young man. I have met some powerful figures from the Lanling Xiao family in recent years. A few words can help me probe his background."

Lady Cuiyun shook her head, "No, I only recognize the token, not the person. Whoever holds the Zi Rui token, I will treat them as a distinguished guest."

The old man in the dark blue robe nodded, "Lady's decision is the most prudent and wise."

Lady Cuiyun smiled, "Old Li, you flatter me."

At this moment, a hurried knocking sound came from the door, "Madam, there's trouble in the Shanhe Hall!"

Lady Cuiyun quickly got up from the couch, "Come in and speak."

A fat, well-dressed middle-aged man walked in, the same person who had been serving outside the Shanhe Hall earlier.

"Madam, just now..."

The well-dressed middle-aged man didn't waste time and quickly recounted the events he had heard from inside the Shanhe Hall.

"Murder?"

Lady Cuiyun's beautiful eyes narrowed, a shadow of gloom appearing on her smooth forehead.

"Knowing that this is Fengyuan Hall, he still dared to commit murder. Even if the young man is a core disciple of the Lanling Xiao family, he is too arrogant and tyrannical!"

The old man in the dark blue robe's face darkened.

"Even if he is arrogant and tyrannical, what can we do?"

Lady Cuiyun sighed softly.

Then, a determined look appeared on her face, "Let's go and see the situation first before making any decisions."

"Agreed, I also want to meet this mysterious young man."

The old man in the dark blue robe's eyes glinted with cold light.

"Old Li, promise me not to act rashly, or don't blame me for not recognizing you."

Lady Cuiyun warned coldly.

Old Li's pupils narrowed, but he remained silent.

Soon, they hurriedly arrived at the entrance of the ninth floor Shanhe Hall.

Taking a deep breath, Lady Cuiyun pushed open the door, and a pungent smell of blood hit her face.

Her eyelids twitched.

She saw two bodies on the ground: one was Nian Yunqiao, the other was Yan Chengrong, both with their throats slit, the blood on their bodies already cold.

Not far away, another person was kneeling, none other than Chen Jinlong, the son of the Longhe Gang leader, Chen Dakuang!

This scene alone made Lady Cuiyun's heart sink.

However, she had seen many storms and remained calm, her gaze falling on Su Yi, who was sitting at the head of the table.

The young man in the green robe was calm and composed, drinking wine as if nothing had happened.

Lady Cuiyun, who had dealt with all kinds