CHAPTER 424: CHAPTER 112: EVEN A CLAY FIGURINE HAS A TEMPER

The lights in the garden suddenly brightened, and the security of Huang Tengchong’s household surrounded the four people associated with Xiao Xian, as per the master’s signal.

"I originally didn’t plan to take sides with them. However, Xu Song, as an elder, you kill without asking for reasons, just like Old Xu Changfu. Be careful—too much evil doing can bring about one’s own destruction. Your son is a testament to that saying," The Xu Family, within the Cultivation lineage, is notorious for their unorthodox swordplay, and not well-regarded. The only person who would dare to openly challenge the Xu Family is Mei Nian.

"What is this nonsense, Mei Family’s old hag, do you really think I call you Aunt Mei because I’m scared of you? Pah. Almost all of the Mei Family’s people are dead, leaving just you, and you still have the guts to make a fuss. Tonight, I will put an end to the Mei Family’s lineage," spat Xu Song on the ground as he conjured up a faint yellow Mandala poisonous gas with his hands.

How could he not hate? Everyone thinks that Xu Song losing a son isn’t much of an issue since he could just have another. But who knows that, influenced by the elixir of longevity that the Xu Family pursues, bearing children has become more than ten times harder for him than for ordinary people.

The blade cut through the air, and a sparkling white "Mei Blade" appeared in the sky. Mei Nian watched Xu Song with cold eyes, curious to see who would actually end whose lineage. Seeing the white, snow-like gleaming Mei Blade, Xu Song hesitated for a moment.

Within the Mei Family, Mei Xiang excels in offense, capable of using a senior Spiritual Power to condense a Blade Sword that is almost invincible. Back in the day, when his own father roamed around North China, Mei Xiang alone fought against Xu Changfu and more than twenty Cultivators from the Xu Family. After that battle, the Xu Family was defeated and retreated to the Lingnan area. However, it has never been heard that Mei Nian could also condense a Spiritual Power blade; something was amiss, and this must be reported to his father.

Thinking thusly, Xu Song did not dare to take her lightly, and the poisonous gas around him thickened even more. As Mei Nian’s figure flickered, that cloud of faint yellow Mandala poison fog seemed to take form, blocking the repeated attacks from the Mei Blade.

Aisha watched Zhou Ziang’s younger brother Xiao Xian with burning jealousy in her eyes, her beautiful face twisted monstrously, "Ziang, don’t forget, you are a person of Mengshan Company. Company rules are, we must never join forces with Cultivators. What if I report your actions tonight to Mother or Quinn? What do you think would happen?"

"Do you think I would care about them?" Zhou Ziang responded coldly, his cooperation with Mengshan Company was already tenuous. He merely agreed to stay because they were willing to provide an opportunity to enter Cangqiong Palace.

"You might not care about them, but what about your parents? The moment you joined Mengshan, Mother had people watching your parents day and night. Just one international phone call from me, and your parents will die silently in their sleep," Aisha didn’t believe Zhou Ziang would risk his parents’ lives for two unrelated people behind him.

Zhou Ziang’s hand folded the tree leaves into a terrifying sheen; he hated being threatened. A piece of emerald flashed past Aisha’s cheek, severing a few strands of hair in front of her forehead.

"Ang, how dare you treat me like this. I’ve known you for five years, how have I treated you during these years, can’t you see that," Aisha’s face was full of sorrow as she took steps closer to Zhou Ziang, her demeanor so compelling that even Xiao Xian, a woman herself, felt her heart stir.

Seizing the moment of Zhou Ziang’s hesitation, Aisha’s Qi surged, and she hugged him tightly, shouting, "Huang Teng Chong, order the Feng Bird to kill those two girls."

Zhou Ziang, caught off-guard below, had just lifted his leaf darts to strike when the Feng Bird pounced with drool flying from its mouth.

The leaf darts penetrated the skin of the Feng Bird, leaving only minor cuts, nothing serious for the thick-skinned Feng Bird. However, the provocation of those few leaf darts sent the beastly Feng Bird into a violent frenzy, its razor-sharp beak aiming for Xiao Xian.

At the other end of the garden, Mei Nian and Xu Song were locked in fierce combat.

The Feng Bird’s cries halted abruptly, sounding exceedingly harsh in the night. Then came a series of continuous cracking noises,

The Feng Bird’s eyes bulged, and it became completely immobile.

"A beast indeed in need of discipline." A multitude of feathers, accompanied by two streaks of crimson, drifted in the dark night, and a pair of sinister scissors was held in someone’s hand, five fingers gripping the Feng Bird’s neck. The strange Spiritual Power petrified the Feng Bird, rendering it unable to move.