37: Chapter 37 I'll Go Crazy With You

More than twenty days had passed since Senior Brother Qin Feng was crushed to death by Ancestor Jiang Xuan from afar, and the sky over Jiangyuan City had changed.

The gates of the Wang and Li family estates were locked tight, their sealing strips faded and curled in the wind and rain; the two great cultivation families that once stood in tripartite balance with the Jiang Family had now become nothing more than idle gossip for the townsfolk.

Of course, no one knew exactly what had happened at the Jiang Family that night; they only knew that the City Lord's guards had been hauling away corpses for an entire night.

And since then, the Jiang Family had become the only cultivation family in Jiangyuan City.

City Lord's Mansion, study.

City Lord Fang Ming had shut himself away for half a month; the food sent in remained untouched, while bottle after bottle of wine had been replaced.

He had schemed his entire life, only to be utilized by Jiang Feng in the end, becoming a complete laughingstock.

Since Senior Brother Qin Feng, a Disciple of the Qingyun Sect, had died in Jiangyuan City, the Qingyun Sect's fury would burn him, the City Lord, first.

To flee meant giving up the authority of the City Lord, which he could not bear.

To stay meant that a Golden Core True Lord could destroy his Divine Soul with a single finger.

City Lord Fang Ming suffered in this cycle of torment every day, waiting for the Qingyun Sect's retaliation.

Unlike the stifling Death Qi of the City Lord's Mansion, the atmosphere inside the Jiang Family estate was completely different.

Although the children had been secretly relocated, resulting in less laughter, every person who remained stood with their back straight.

This glory, earned through bloody battle, made them forget the impending threat.

Jiang Feng's small courtyard was even more harmonious.

"Oh my, Sister Su Wan, look! The rent sent by the Zhang family in the south of the city is actually all Low-Grade Spirit Stones!"

Zhang Yuniang held a thick ledger, her little face glowing, her abacus clicking and clacking as she calculated, wishing she could bury her face in the pile of Spirit Stones.

Su Wan was organizing the land deeds and smiled upon hearing this; her charming face looked exceptionally gentle in the sunlight.

"You little money-grubber, you only have eyes for Spirit Stones."

She scolded playfully, but she couldn't hide the smile in her eyes.

"These were all earned by my husband with his life; we must manage them well so he doesn't get distracted."

Under the veranda, Jiang Feng rested his head on Yuan Chu's lap, holding a foxtail grass in his hand, occasionally teasing Yuan Chu's chin with it.

Yuan Chu, dressed in white, held a spirit fruit and nibbled on it. She didn't dodge, just tilted her head, her clear eyes staring straight at Jiang Feng.

"Husband."

Her voice was crisp.

"Are you wondering why the people from the Qingyun Sect haven't arrived yet?"

Jiang Feng's hand paused, his face heating up slightly, and he chuckled.

"What does a little girl like you know? I am simply enjoying the calm before the storm."

Yuan Chu blinked, took another bite of the fruit, and mumbled indistinctly.

"Nonsense, you're clearly reminiscing about how soft Sister Yue Yao's waist was."

"Cough, cough!"

Jiang Feng failed to catch his breath and nearly choked on his own saliva. This girl's Telepathy was becoming harder and harder to guard against!

On the other side of the courtyard, the door to the quiet room was shut tight.

Lin Yueyao was in there, cultivating diligently. Ever since her Foundation Establishment, she had dedicated all her time to consolidating her Realm.

Cold Sword Intent leaked out bit by bit from the door crack, lowering the temperature of the courtyard by several degrees.

Only when Jiang Feng went to knock on the door would that bone-chilling Sword Intent recede.

After the door opened, Jiang Feng could always see a faint blush quietly rising on her cold, beautiful face.

Everything seemed peaceful and warm.

Late at night.

All was silent.

Jiang Feng walked alone to the dilapidated courtyard behind the mountain.

Ancestor Jiang Xuan sat under an old locust tree; the moonlight stretched his figure long and thin, making him appear very lonely.

"You're here."

"The time is almost here, isn't it!"

He didn't turn his head, his voice slightly hoarse.

Jiang Feng walked over and sat opposite him, skipping the small talk and getting straight to the point.

"It's within these next few days."

"Old Ancestor, do you want to... experience the feeling of the Golden Core Great Perfection?"

Ancestor Jiang Xuan's body suddenly stiffened.

He turned his head abruptly, his cloudy eyes staring fixedly at Jiang Feng, and his expression instantly became spirited.

"What do you mean?"

Jiang Feng met his gaze and calmly pulled a Talisman glowing with a faint golden halo from his robes.

It was exactly the Golden Core Late Stage Aura Experience Card rewarded by the System.

He didn't explain what it was, but instead laid out the crazy plan in his heart.

This was a high-stakes gamble regarding human nature.

The bet was that the incoming Golden Core Cultivator would not dare to risk their own life to probe the depth of an unknown existence.

After listening, the entire courtyard fell silent instantly.

This plan was too crazy.

After a long while, Ancestor Jiang Xuan spoke slowly, his voice deep, every word very clear.

"Aren't you afraid that if you lose the gamble, the entire Jiang Family will be buried with you?"

His gaze carried a heavy scrutiny, as if he wanted to see right through Jiang Feng.

"I am."

Jiang Feng admitted it frankly, without any evasion.

"But I'm even more afraid of doing nothing!"

His voice suddenly rose.

"I'm afraid of watching my family being slaughtered, watching the women of the Jiang Family being humiliated as spoils of war, and watching the Disciples of the Jiang Family die in despair!"

"That feeling of helplessness is worse than death!"

Jiang Feng stood up abruptly, looking down and forcing his gaze into Ancestor Jiang Xuan's shifty eyes.

"Old Ancestor! You've been in seclusion for eighty years, trying to sever your Karma, but what was the result?"

"Can Karma really be severed?"

"Fourth Ancestor Jiang Yuan used his life to tell you: it cannot be severed!"

"Why should the lives of me, Jiang Feng, and my Jiang Family be decided by the Qingyun Sect? So what if he is a Golden Core? If he wants us dead, he has to see if we agree!"

These words deeply moved Ancestor Jiang Xuan.

The muscles on Ancestor Jiang Xuan's face twitched violently; he remembered the look of determination and a glimmer of hope in Fourth Ancestor Jiang Yuan's eyes before he self-detonated.

He remembered his own eighty years of muddled existence.

That's right, how could the connection of Bloodline be severed?

He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his cloudy old eyes were once again ignited with spirit.

He looked at the descendant before him, who stood with his back straight, full of unruliness and madness.

This kind of madness was even wilder than he had been in his youth.

He suddenly began to laugh in a low voice.

The laughter carried a sense of determination.

"Good..."

Ancestor Jiang Xuan slowly stood up, and within his withered body, an Aura was reawakening.

"Old Ancestor here..."

"...will go crazy with you!"

The moment the words fell, there was no loud noise, no gale.

Across all of Jiangyuan City, every sound vanished; the chirping of insects, the barking of dogs, and the sound of the night wind came to an abrupt halt.

A suffocating silence enveloped the entire city.

Immediately after, an icy cold Aura descended from the sky, carrying a heavy pressure.

It brought with it a sense of suppression.

All Cultivators in the city, regardless of their cultivation level, discovered at this moment that the spiritual power within their bodies was firmly suppressed, making them almost indistinguishable from Mortals.

Inside the Jiang Family estate.

Su Wan and Zhang Yuniang turned pale, subconsciously shielding Yuan Chu behind them.

From the quiet room, a figure burst through the door!

Lin Yueyao stood suspended in mid-air, her beautiful face solemn; the Ice-attribute True Qi within her was struggling to circulate, nearly frozen.

It's here!

The Golden Core Cultivator from the Qingyun Sect has arrived!