Chapter 9

Zheng Shiyi nodded, intending to bypass Zheng Desheng.

The old man extended his left hand, which had been resting on his back, to block his path and sighed, saying, "I know you are angry. What Zheng Xuan and the others did was indeed too much, but no matter what, we are still family. For my sake, don't bear a grudge against them..."

"Why should I do it for your sake?" The fire in Zheng Shiyi's heart, a young man's temper, was almost uncontrollable: "When I was stripped of my Supreme Divine Soul and became a waste, and was bullied for a year, why didn't you come to comfort me?"

"Just now, when Zheng Xuan and the others were about to kill me, you didn't stop them either! If it weren't for Uncle Qin, I would have been killed by Zheng Xuan by now!"

"Now you want me not to bear a grudge against them, and I won't bear a grudge against them! Who are you?"

"Still a family? Does a family treat each other like this?"

The bitterness and委屈of the past year resurfaced in Zheng Shiyi's eyes due to Zheng Desheng's words. He almost shouted these words in his heart!

But on his face, he pretended as if nothing had happened and nodded.

Seeing Zheng Shiyi's appearance, Zheng Desheng knew that the nod just now was just for show, and hurriedly explained, "I had my reasons for not helping you before."

Zheng Shiyi really wanted to nod and continue packing, but the anger in his young heart, which had been suppressed for a year, could no longer be held back. He raised his head and said, "I understand. Your reason is to let the person who stripped me of my Supreme Divine Soul go unpunished, and to help Zheng Xuan send Zheng Song and Zheng Shan to the Xuanming Sect! Is that it?"

Zheng Desheng's face turned pale as he said, "It seems your resentment towards me is still very deep!"

He sighed and continued, "You having the Supreme Divine Soul is, for our Zheng family, an extremely rare genius, perhaps in a thousand or even ten thousand years!"

"How could we not want to cultivate you, attract the attention of the ancestral land, and thereby raise the status of our Zheng family? But who knew that the ancestral land would send people to strip you of your Supreme Divine Soul."

"We couldn't fight the ancestral land, so how could we help you?"

Zheng Desheng looked very helpless.

Zheng Shiyi sneered, "Did you ever think of helping me? If you really had that thought, why did you tolerate Zheng Song's betrayal and ultimately send him to the Xuanming Sect?"

"No!" Zheng Desheng waved his hands repeatedly, explaining, "We also thought about disabling Zheng Song, but after you were stripped of your martial soul and lost your qualification to enter the Xuanming Sect, if we disabled Zheng Song..."

"Who would take his place to enter the Xuanming Sect? If he doesn't go to the Xuanming Sect, who will protect our Zheng family in the future? I considered the long-term interests of the family, so I took this lower course of action. I hope you can understand me."

Zheng Desheng shook his head repeatedly, showing his helplessness.

"I understand you!" Zheng Shiyi shook his head and said, "But I don't agree with this approach. The prosperity of the family relies on fairness and mutual love, not on compromising with those who break the rules."

"Ah..." Zheng Desheng looked at Zheng Shiyi, knowing that Zheng Shiyi was really disappointed with the family. But what could be done?

The family had wronged him first, so it was only natural that he had resentment in his heart.

"He took the Pulse-Burning Pill, and his potential has been exhausted. Even if he enters the Xuanming Sect, he won't achieve much. He probably won't pose much of a threat to our Zheng family in the future."

Zheng Desheng knew that Zheng Shiyi wouldn't forgive the Zheng family, so he didn't stop him but warned, "Zheng Song has been in the Xuanming Sect for a year now. With your current strength, seeking revenge on him will only have the opposite effect. I suggest you try to avoid him."

Zheng Shiyi bowed and thanked him, "Thank you, Patriarch, for your warning. Since that's the case, I'll leave!"

After bidding farewell, he left the room, led out the "Wind Chaser" from the stable, and rode it out of the city.

"Third Elder, Zheng Shiyi has left the city!"

Not long after Zheng Shiyi left, a spy in green clothes, with a shifty look, ran into Zheng Xuan's room and knelt before him, saying.

"Leave!"

Zheng Xuan waved his hand, and the spy obediently left.

Looking at Zheng Ping, who was lying in bed, pale-faced and still unconscious, he clenched his fists tightly, "Waste, you dare to hurt Ping like this! If I don't kill you, I'm not Zheng Xuan!"

With a flick of his sleeve, he left the room.

Avoiding the sight of others, he walked to a dilapidated courtyard.

At this moment, a young man with a long scar on his face and eyes full of ferocity was sitting cross-legged, meditating.

Seeing Zheng Xuan enter the courtyard, the young man stood up abruptly, bowed, and greeted him, "Master!"

Zheng Xuan nodded and ordered, "Zheng Yang, follow me to the outskirts and kill that waste!"

"Yes, Master!"

Zheng Yang bowed respectfully, quickly changed into black clothes, and wrapped his face with a black cloth.

Then, the two of them rode their horses and chased after Zheng Shiyi.

Riding the "Wind Chaser," Zheng Shiyi galloped wildly, quickly leaving the city he had lived in for many years behind.

Climbing over the hill ahead, he would leave the Tianfang City area and enter unfamiliar territory.

"Clippity-clop!"

At this moment, two urgent hoofbeats suddenly came from behind.

Zheng Shiyi thought that the travelers had an emergency and quickly pulled the reins to let them pass.

"Waste, why aren't you running anymore?"

Just as he pulled the reins and slowed down the "Wind Chaser," a laugh came from behind.

Then, the two galloping figures appeared in front of him.

Zheng Xuan and a masked man in black.

"No wonder the hoofbeats were so urgent, it turns out they were chasing me! I even stopped to let them pass out of kindness."

Zheng Shiyi looked at the two men in front of him and sneered, secretly observing the surroundings, preparing to break through!

Cold light flashed in Zheng Xuan's eyes, and his facial muscles became more and more ferocious due to hatred. He sneered, "Little brat, your luck is not bad. I've wanted to kill you many times but never had the chance. Now, who can help you! Die!"

Zheng Xuan dismounted, his palm aiming straight for the "Wind Chaser." If he could kill the "Wind Chaser" with one palm, Zheng Shiyi would lose his means of escape.

"Zheng Xuan, you dare not harm Shiyi!"

Just as Zheng Xuan was about to strike, the sound of hooves came from not far away, and a black shadow soared through the air, striking him back.

Seeing Zheng Hong blocking his plan again, Zheng Xuan was furious, "Zheng Hong! What do you want! You've interfered with my plans multiple times. Do you want me to kill you?"

Zheng Hong ignored him and urged Zheng Shiyi, "Feng, I'll hold them off, go quickly!"

"Thank you, Fourth Elder!"

The disparity in strength was too great, and staying here would only drag Zheng Hong down, making the situation worse. Zheng Shiyi bowed in gratitude and spurred the "Wind Chaser" to gallop away.

"Don't think you can escape!"

Zheng Xuan tried to mount his horse, but Zheng Hong blocked him first.

"You're asking for death!"

Killing intent surged in Zheng Xuan's eyes.

Zheng Hong had blocked him from killing Zheng Shiyi multiple times, and he already hated him to the bone. He hadn't dealt with him because of his status as an elder.

He didn't expect this guy to be so arrogant, chasing out of the city. Since that was the case, if he didn't kill him now, it would be hard to explain!

He ordered the masked Zheng Yang, "That waste is yours to deal with!"

"Yes, Master!"

The masked man mounted his horse, slapped its rump, and swiftly chased after Zheng Shiyi.

Zheng Hong tried to block him, but Zheng Xuan held him back, shouting, "Zheng Hong, next year's today will be your memorial day, die!"

"I won't die that easily!" Zheng Hong was not intimidated.

Then the two of them fought.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The sound of fierce collisions came from behind, but Zheng Shiyi had no time to care.

Riding the "Wind Chaser," he kept slapping its rump, trying to make it run faster.

The masked man chasing him kept sneering, "Run a little faster! I want to see how long you can struggle!"

"Who are you? I have no grudge against you, why are you teaming up with Zheng Xuan to kill me!"

If the Zheng family wanted to kill him, they would come openly like Zheng Xuan, not like the masked man chasing him, who deliberately hid his face, clearly not wanting others to see his true appearance.

The masked man patted his horse and laughed, "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you must die here today!"

"Die?" Zheng Shiyi looked back at the masked man as if he were hearing a joke, tightened the "Wind Chaser," and said, "Wait until you catch me! Go!"

The "Wind Chaser" kicked up dust and dashed hundreds of meters away in a blink.

"Catching you isn't that hard," a hint of disdain flashed in the masked man's eyes. He pulled out a dagger and, without blinking, stabbed it into the horse's back.

"Ugh..."

The horse, pierced, neighed and charged at Zheng Shiyi.

"Clippity-clop!"

The increasingly loud hoofbeats behind made Zheng Shiyi turn around immediately. Seeing the masked man closing in, his face was filled with disbelief.

The masked man's horse was indeed faster than the "Wind Chaser," but to catch him, he would at least have to wait until he entered the dense forest ahead.

There, even if the other person caught up, he could use the cover of the forest to escape.

Unlike now, he hadn't even reached the forest and was already caught up.

The distance between them was gradually closing. When the other person was about ten meters away, he saw the dagger on the horse's back, with fresh blood flowing from the wound.

Zheng Shiyi suddenly understood, "No wonder he caught up so quickly, he is indeed a ruthless person!"