32: Chapter 32 Qingyun Sect Sends People to Cleanse Their Own House?

That voice fell from the high sky, majestic and cold.

The courtyard, which had just been buzzing with the excitement of victory, instantly fell silent.

Divine Soul destroyed, execution of the nine clans!

These eight words made everyone who had just survived the slaughter feel an even greater threat.

Jiang Feng's pupils constricted slightly as he looked up at the pitch-black night sky.

In mid-air, the space rippled like water, and two figures slowly stepped out from within.

The leader was a young man.

He was in his early twenties, with a handsome face, dressed in a luxurious cyan robe embroidered with cloud patterns, and lightly waving a white jade folding fan in his hand, his posture dashing.

His long, narrow phoenix eyes swept over the blood-soaked courtyard below, without a ripple in his gaze, as if he were looking at a group of ants.

Behind him stood a woman.

Lin Qingxue!

The moment they saw that face, many members of the Jiang Family gasped.

At this moment, Lin Qingxue's face no longer held its previous panic, but instead carried a hint of resentment and glee.

Her gaze swept across the entire scene, finally fixing firmly on Jiang Feng.

"Senior Brother Qin Feng, it's him! It's that old thing, Jiang Feng!" she screamed, her voice full of glee.

The man known as Senior Brother Qin Feng, however, ignored her.

His gaze had long since passed over everyone else and landed on the cold figure in mid-air.

"Oh? An Ice-attribute Heavenly Spiritual Root..."

Senior Brother Qin Feng's tone held a hint of amazement. With a "swish," he closed his folding fan, and his eyes became scorching hot.

The way he looked at Lin Yueyao was as if he were looking at a treasure that belonged to him.

"Such a top-grade Cauldron is actually gathering dust in this backwater. What a pity, what a pity."

Nearby, when City Lord Fang Ming saw the token at Senior Brother Qin Feng's waist, his fat face instantly drained of color.

Cyan Cloud Pattern Token!

The pressure emanating from the token, along with the complex cloud patterns that seemed to inhale and exhale Spiritual Qi on their own, all served to highlight the noble status of its owner.

And looking at the one at Lin Yueyao's waist...

It looked the same on the outside, but lacked any sense of mystery.

Been tricked!

City Lord Fang Ming felt his whole body go cold; he realized that he had been completely tied to the Jiang Family's boat by that old fox, Jiang Feng!

Senior Brother Qin Feng's gaze finally moved away from Lin Yueyao and landed on City Lord Fang Ming, his mouth curling into a sneer.

"You are the City Lord here?"

City Lord Fang Ming's body trembled violently, and he hurriedly bowed, his voice shaking: "This subordinate... City Lord Fang Ming of Jiangyuan City, pays respects to the Immortal Master of Qingyun Sect!"

"Colluding with rebels and slaughtering a cultivation Family, you have quite a lot of nerve."

Senior Brother Qin Feng's tone remained leisurely, but the pressure contained within it made City Lord Fang Ming almost unable to breathe.

"I will report this matter truthfully to the Sect and Yanjing. City Lord Fang, you had best behave yourself."

Upon hearing this, City Lord Fang Ming's legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed directly to the ground.

It's over! It's really over this time!

The disciples of the Jiang Family looked at the young man in the sky, feeling very afraid, but not a single one retreated.

Subconsciously, they moved step by step toward the back of Jiang Feng.

That old figure with white hair and hands behind his back became their only reliance.

Young Master Jiang Chen gripped his sword hilt tightly.

Lin Yueyao stood in mid-air, saying nothing, looking coldly at Senior Brother Qin Feng through her mask.

She knew this man.

Senior Brother Qin Feng, a prominent figure among the Inner Sect Disciples of the Qingyun Sect, possessed extremely high talent, but had an extremely poor reputation.

This person cultivated a sinister Dual Cultivation Technique and loved to prey upon virgins with special Physiques or High Grade Spiritual Roots to use as a Cauldron to advance his cultivation.

Because of his talent and background, the high-level members of the Sect turned a blind eye to this.

Fourth Ancestor Jiang Yuan's aged face was also full of gravity, his False Foundation true energy quietly circulating within him.

Just as everyone was struggling to breathe from that pressure.

Jiang Feng, however, laughed.

He walked slowly out of the crowd, looked up at Senior Brother Qin Feng in mid-air, his tone very calm.

"This Immortal Master, coming uninvited, wants to convict my Jiang Family and also execute my nine clans?"

His voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Everyone held their breath.

Lin Qingxue looked at Jiang Feng with the eyes of someone looking at a dead man; this old thing, daring to have such a sharp tongue when death was imminent!

Senior Brother Qin Feng raised an eyebrow, seemingly very surprised by the old man's reaction.

He looked down, overlooking Jiang Feng, with disgust on his face.

"A base old dog on the verge of death, and you think you are worthy of speaking with me?"

Senior Brother Qin Feng's eyes turned cold; he didn't even have the interest to say another word.

He waved the folding fan in his hand.

A sharp crimson wind blade appeared out of thin air, carrying a piercing whistling sound as it slashed directly toward Lin Yueyao in the sky!

He wanted to cripple his greatest trump card right in front of the old man and make him completely collapse!

This strike was fast and ruthless; the moment the wind blade appeared, it was already in front of Lin Yueyao!

"Not good!"

Lin Yueyao's expression changed drastically. Without thinking, she frantically urged the true energy that had just calmed down within her body. Her figure flickered, and a thick ice wall condensed in front of her out of thin air!

"Bang!"

The crimson wind blade slashed fiercely against the ice wall!

Ice shards flew everywhere!

Lin Yueyao let out a muffled groan, her whole body knocked backward by that violent force, a trickle of eye-catching blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

Although she had blocked this strike, her Early Stage Foundation Establishment cultivation was still quite strained.

What was worse, the bronze mask on her face, due to the intense impact, cracked with a "crack" and fell to the ground.

A cold and stunningly beautiful face was thus exposed to everyone's sight without reservation.

Under the moonlight, that face was already extremely beautiful; at this moment, due to the surging blood, it added a touch of crimson.

The night wind blew through her disheveled hair.

Senior Brother Qin Feng, in the air, stopped moving.

He looked at that face, and his eyes changed instantly.

His previous arrogance and indifference vanished, and only greed remained in his eyes!

"Ice... Ice Spiritual Root! And High Grade at that!"

Senior Brother Qin Feng's breathing suddenly became rapid, his gaze roaming over Lin Yueyao without restraint.

"Hahaha! Good! Very good!"

He stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips, smiling very sininsterly: "I thought she was just a decent Cauldron, I didn't expect her to be a one-in-ten-thousand top-grade Dao Embryo! Heaven has not been ungenerous to me!"

"I originally only wanted to cripple you, but now, I have changed my mind."

Senior Brother Qin Feng's gaze landed on Lin Yueyao, as if he were admiring a collection piece.

"You, come with me and be my Dao Companion. As for these ants of the whole Family..."

His eyes turned cold.

"I will crush them to death one by one right before your eyes."

However, before his words had finished.

A figure had already blocked in front of the fallen Lin Yueyao.

It was Jiang Feng.

His aged body was not tall, but at this moment, it stood firmly in front of Lin Yueyao.

"Husband..." Lin Yueyao struggled to stand up, but was stopped by Jiang Feng raising his hand.

Jiang Feng did not look back; he simply took off an outer robe and draped it over Lin Yueyao, covering her exposed snow-white shoulders.

After doing all this, he looked up again at Senior Brother Qin Feng in the air.

There was no expression on his face, it was completely calm.

Only, in his turbid old eyes, a flash of murderous intent flickered.

"Are you finished?"

Jiang Feng said calmly.

Senior Brother Qin Feng was stunned and frowned: "Old thing, are you courting death?"

Jiang Feng laughed.

His gaze first swept over the fragmented corpses of Ancestor Wang Gang and Clan Head Li Ziwen on the ground, then looked at the alert Jiang Family members behind him, and finally, fixed on Lin Yueyao, whom he was protecting behind him.

He spoke word by word, his voice not loud, but every word was clear.

"My Jiang Family members killing people—I authorized it."

"My Jiang Family's wife—only I can touch her."

"What kind of thing are you to dare to touch her?"

"You want to make her your Cauldron, and you want to execute my nine clans?"

Jiang Feng's gaze suddenly became sharp, looking directly at Senior Brother Qin Feng, and said coldly:

"You, try touching her!"