Nie Jinghong, his eyes filled with wrath, bellowed out, "If I don’t avenge this, I shall never be a man again!"
Suddenly, the sophora wood walking stick in his hand burrowed into the ground to escape, and his physical body abruptly exploded into a blood mist, rolling up a shockwave that swept directly toward Chu Feng.
Chu Feng shook his long spear, and with a thundering sound, dissipated the shockwave, frowning at the escaping sophora wood walking stick.
Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya were also surprised, not expecting Nie Jinghong to have such a move up his sleeve.
Among the crowd, a cultivator who knew the inside story shouted, "This is the Transplant Technique of the Nie Family, his physical body may die, but his spirit can cling to the magic artifact and escape."
"That’s right, I have also heard the clan leader’s elders mention it. I never thought such a cultivation technique could be real."
"The Nie Family acts low-key. Though they’re less prominent than the Esoteric Sect Orthodoxy, they’re unrivaled in the Heterodox Path."
Chu Feng, Long Fei, and Wang Xiaoya shrugged their shoulders, thinking to themselves that they didn’t play their part convincingly today, so there was no need to always inquire about others’ ancestors!
The fight in the arena subsided, but the hearts of the group of young cultivators could not.
Just now, when Long Fei said he would extinguish the Yan Family in three days, many were incredulous and thought he was just boasting.
Upon reevaluating, after witnessing the strength of the trio, it suddenly seemed like the plan was feasible.
They were full of regret, berating themselves for not having the courage to stand and fight alongside Long Fei earlier.
In reality, it was about giving a helping hand; Long Fei and his companions would surely have been appreciative.
But now, seeing that the fight was over, their offers of help were of no use.
Tang Shisan was the prime example of this; a master of keeping up appearances, he always desired to keep things perfect without offending anyone.
Now, he had just missed a great opportunity.
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He fully expected Long Fei to snub him for not offering help.
To his surprise, Long Fei responded generously, "I am, Yan Danni was here just to cause trouble. We’ll still sell to you at the auction price from earlier. If you agree, we can conclude the deal right away."
Tang Shisan expressed his delight, "Are you talking about two hundred billion?"
Long Fei nodded, showing no sign of joking.
Tang Shisan immediately said, "Good, two hundred billion it is, I’ll take two. But cash transfer is too troublesome, can I pay you in gold?"
Long Fei raised his eyebrows, not expecting such a maneuver.
It was understandable that these cultivator families, having accumulated wealth over a thousand years, would have gold as a solid currency on hand.
He calculated the price and said, "Based on the current market value of gold, I’ll give you a discount. You will need to pay a thousand tons of gold?"
Tang Shisan waved his hand, producing a Qiankun Bag and said, "It’s all in here, you can check."
Long Fei and Chu Feng coughed dryly, as children from impoverished families, they had never witnessed transactions of such magnitude.
Who would have thought there were people carrying around a thousand tons of gold?
He accepted the Qiankun Bag, and without scrutinizing its contents, placed it into his storage ring.
He trusted that Tang Shisan wouldn’t dare deceive him.
After all, a thousand tons of gold was indeed nothing to scoff at for a cultivator family.
These underground magnates had long monopolized the mineral resources in Huaxia and other regions.
With this thought, his interest in extinguishing the Yan Family grew even stronger.
He took out a porcelain bottle and handed two Third-Tier Pills to Tang Shisan.
Tang Shisan gratefully took the porcelain vial, his thanks coming in excited, rapid succession, prompting looks of envy from the surrounding youth.
They all desired a Third-Tier Pill, but alas, they didn’t have the financial clout that Tang Shisan possessed.
Long Fei noticed their desires and repeated his earlier words, "Fellow cultivators, we’ll meet at the Yan Family in three days. No matter how much you contribute, once the deed is done, I’ll have a generous reward for everyone. Even if there aren’t any Third-Tier Pills, there will be enough Second-Grade Pills for everyone. Don’t miss this opportunity."
Jiang Yunyi and his sister Jiang Yunlan both felt like coughing up blood when they heard this, thinking to themselves that this guy really had it in for the Yan Family.
The other cultivators’ eyes shone with excitement, and though their minds were abuzz, they refrained from speaking their thoughts in front of everyone.
Tonight was destined to shake the entire Cultivation World.
Upon receiving the news, the Yan Family was universally shocked.
Yan Danni was the Clan Leader’s daughter, and with the fall of all seven second-generation elders, the Yan Family could be said to be severely wounded.
Now, with all the first-generation elders and Yan Wuji in the Secret Realm breaking through, only the Yan Family Ancestor remained at home to hold the fort.
The current Clan Leader of the Yan Family, Yan Qingshan, was anxiously pacing about, seeking an audience with the Ancestor at his place of seclusion several times, but the Ancestor did not respond.
The loss of his daughter Yan Danni was like a sharp blade piercing his heart.
Yan Qingshan was both angry and anxious, wishing he could flay Long Fei and his companions alive.
Having already slain one of his sons a while back, and now his daughter, he was desperate to rid himself of this calamity at the very next second.
During his most recent attempt to see the Yan Family Ancestor, a young servant finally came out with a message, summoning him to the main hall to wait for the Ancestor.
Overwrought with emotion, Yan Qingshan immediately called together the heads of the family to gather in the main hall, awaiting the emergence of the Yan Family Ancestor from his seclusion.
Drums began to beat, and soon the hall was filled with people, solemn countenances written all over their faces.
After a while, an old man with grizzled hair and a frame as thin as kindling made his way into the great hall.
Everyone promptly stood up, fisting their hands and bowing, crying out in unison, "Descendants greet the Ancestor upon his emergence from seclusion."
The Yan Family Ancestor’s eyes gleamed sharply as he ignored them and took a seat on a chair at the center of the great hall.
The others exchanged glances, not even daring to breathe too loudly.
Yan Qingshan cried out with a mix of snot and tears, "Ancestor, you must avenge Danni and the elders! All eight Great Elders have fallen in battle, this grudge is unbearable!"
"We implore the Ancestor to take up the fight once more!"
The other clan members also cried out in sorrow, their hearts filled with pain.
The Yan Family Ancestor said indifferently, "The last time I emerged from seclusion was ten years ago, on the year of my three-hundredth birthday. I have repeatedly urged and implored you all to value peace and avoid needless conflict, to not provoke enemies everywhere. With a greater family comes a greater variety of thoughts, but you never took my words to heart. Now that our Yan Family is facing annihilation, are you finally pleased?"
The crowd’s faces reddened, hanging their heads in silence.
"The descendants are guilty!"
Yan Qingshan howled in lament, leading the others as they knelt down.
The rest of the descendants followed suit and knelt en masse, including the septuagenarians and octogenarians, who before the Yan Family Ancestor were no different from children.
The Yan Family Ancestor, a rare genius not seen in the Yan Family for three hundred years.
Constrained by heaven and earth, he never advanced beyond the Core Formation Stage even in his old age.
Though his flesh seemed withered, he displayed no signs of decline.
His every aspect radiated wisdom and tranquility, giving off the impression of an enlightened recluse, unconcerned with the mundane world.
Although they were his descendants, they were distant relations by blood, having passed the fifth degree of kinship. They regarded him more as a family pillar, relying on him to gain their own benefits.
Upon hearing his words, everyone thought he might not intervene.
But when disappointment was creeping in, he continued, "Since things have come to this, nothing remains but to fight to the death. Wuji’s breakthrough must not be disturbed, for he is significant for the Yan Family’s future. Even if the entire Yan Family perishes, we cannot call them back. That villain has proclaimed that he will exterminate our Yan Family in three days. Prepare immediately. I will pass down the Sect-Protection Formation, and when the time comes, we will eliminate this fiend. If we succeed, it will signify that the Yan Family’s destiny has not yet dimmed. If we fail, it will be our Clan’s doom, and I will meet it with you!"