Chapter 561: Chapter 204 Jiang Tianling

“Since it is the decree of the Lei Yan King, we are convinced, both in mind and speech. It seems my son Jiuyou is not destined to be with the Holy Daughter.”

The two young Saints sighed.

At this moment, even the proud Lin Jiuyou could only stare blankly at the imperial decree, his face showing a helpless expression.

In this world, there are some people who are taboo.

…

“Stand up, all of you, you’ve really kept me in the dark.”

Zhou Yan looked at Wan Jian Tian and the others, their spirits high, and couldn’t help but offer a bitter smile.

However, the sense of crisis in his heart became stronger than ever before.

“Saint Master, with regards to everything about Lei Yan King, we are powerless to comment. Please, Saint Master, do not blame us.”

Wan Jian Tian said helplessly.

Jiu Que had now withdrawn the Netherworld Heaven Bridge Technique, dispersing the eight-carried sedan chair.

He did not interject because he too had no right to comment upon the Lei Yan King.

“Zhou Yan, you have won. Congratulations on reaching this point with the Holy Daughter. Though I initially disapproved of you, now you have proven that you are deserving of the Holy Daughter’s trust.”

The Yaochi Saint said with a smile, her gaze towards Zhou Yan unexpectedly gentle.

Zhou Yan felt a bit puzzled.

Had the Yaochi Saint changed her nature? Or was it that the imperial decree of the Lei Yan King truly shook her?

“So then, I entrust the Holy Daughter to you.”

The Yaochi Saint smiled.

Then, a thunderous applause sounded in the arena. All resources intended for Zhou Yan, except his own, naturally flew back to their respective geniuses.

Of course, the materials left by people like Jia Yongheng and Zhuge Jiayue did not return, as these were part of Zhou Yan’s bridal gifts. Although they were support from others for Zhou Yan, they were still counted under his name.

Everything seemed to be falling perfectly into place. But on the Holy Daughter’s face, there was no smile to be seen, only a look of worry and shock as she scanned her surroundings, seemingly on watch for something.

All Cultivators, including the Saints, noticed the Holy Daughter’s unusual behavior.

Zhou Yan’s feelings of unease deepened.

Just then, a beam of light appeared in the void.

It was a light of opulence and nobility.

The appearance of that light made everything in the world lose its luster, including the previously incomparable Divine Pills, which faded.

Nothing could overshadow the brilliance of this light.

As the light appeared, Hou Chen’s soul suddenly trembled. From behind Wan Jian Tian, he quickly moved to Zhou Yan’s side, clutching at Zhou Yan’s leg and saying, “Master… Master…”

Zhou Yan’s spirit trembled. Deep within his soul surged an instinctive hostility and hatred, an intense hatred that couldn’t be explained, as if a millennia of grudges were hidden in the depths of his bloodline.

“Hou Chen, don’t be afraid, with Master here, nothing will happen.”

Zhou Yan comforted Hou Chen to try and ease his fear.

But Hou Chen continued to tremble.

It wasn’t just Hou Chen; Zhou Yan noticed that even the Saints were trembling in fear.

Even Wan Jian Tian and the Thunder Origin Sword God trembled in their souls.

The only one who wasn’t trembling was the Holy Daughter.

Her expression was serious and cold.

“Little sister, you’ve had your fun, it’s time to return.”

Out of the radiance, a man of extraordinary nobility emerged.

He was draped in a purple dragon robe, his body suffused with a terrifying Chaos Purple Qi, and bursting forth with mysterious purple flames, identical to the Purple Flame.

Zhou Yan’s heart suddenly shrank at the sight of these purple flames.

“You needn’t interfere with my affairs, big brother, nor does the family need to worry! With your heartless madness, I will never return!”

The Holy Daughter suddenly declared.

“Oh? That’s not up to you. Another harvest is about to begin, and sooner or later, you will have to return.”

The male chuckled, unperturbed by the Holy Daughter’s attitude.

Then, he glanced at the Yaochi Saint, and a flash of murderous intent sparked in his eyes, causing the Yaochi Saint to tremble violently, coughing up large amounts of blood.

The Yaochi Saint was extremely shocked as he looked at the young man, fear filling the depths of his pupils, his body beginning to shiver uncontrollably.

A deadly silence fell over the scene.

“There are two seeds that have matured; let’s harvest them first.”

The young man said, simply pointing with an ethereal hand, releasing two invisible Sword Qi.

This Sword Qi seemed to transcend time and the universe; upon being released, without any forewarning, Lin Jiuyou’s saintly parents were instantly reduced to dust, dead beyond doubt.

Divine-level powerhouses, yet they were obliterated with a mere flick of the hand.

“Father! Mother!”

Lin Jiuyou’s eyes bulged in hysterical screaming, but in the next instant, his eyes bulged even wider, protruding like those of a dead fish.

He died, inexplicably and suddenly.

“Too noisy.”

The young man in the purple robe said indifferently, rubbing his fingers together as a ball of Purple Fire appeared, incinerating the bodies of Lin Jiuyou and his parents.

A chill ran through the hearts of all Cultivators.

For Zhou Yan, as immense fear was gradually suppressed, his heart calmed down.

However, the young man then turned his attention to Zhou Yan, noticing that Imperial Decree, his gaze suddenly brightening as he said, “Ah, I see.”

He spoke, and then turned to Jiang Yuning, “I thought you might have taken a liking to such an ant, but it turns out you are burdened with guilt, knowing what happened at the beginning—”

“Shut up!”

Jiang Yuning shouted coldly.

“Heh heh, won’t let me speak? Wasn’t it you who noticed his Soul wasn’t pure and proposed the plan to extract his perfect Soul? And now I’m not allowed to say it? Do you think, by offering yourself to make amends, and stooping to be his woman out of guilt, he won’t hate you once he knows the truth? You know better than I what the Lei Yan King is like.”

The young man in the purple robe sneered.

“Shut up! Jiang Tianling, if you keep this up, believe it or not, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life!”

Jiang Yuning rebuked coldly.

“Fine, little sister, I won’t argue with you. But this ant is a catastrophe and must be dealt with. And you, if you are compromising out of a sense of guilt, it serves no purpose at all. Besides, you have a betrothal within the family. Do you know the personality of that person? I hope you’re not playing with fire.”

The young man said coldly.

Jiang Yuning’s expression was filled with pain.

And Zhou Yan, having heard all this, immediately understood.

He finally knew where the inherited hatred in his bloodline came from. So, the perfect Soul of Lee Sha had been extracted by this family…

He wanted to laugh but felt like crying.

Suddenly, he was unsure of what to do, standing there as if struck by lightning.

Was Jiang Yuning with him out of pity and guilt over this event, merely as compensation?

As Zhou Yan was lost in confusion, he heard a cry, “Saint Master, be careful!”

At that moment, Wan Jian Tian, Xiong Ba, Jiu Que, Lee Xinyu, and Zhou Lingyao all made their moves, yet they were instantly slain on the spot by a slash of Sword Light.