59: Chapter 59 Your Ancestor? He's Already Dead

The night wind, laden with dust, extinguished half the lanterns in the streets of the west side of the city.

Less than half an hour after Qixia Alchemy Pavilion closed for the night, the ground began to tremble slightly.

Jiang Feng sat by the stone table in the backyard, holding a purple clay teapot in his left hand, his right hand resting on his knee, his fingers tapping rhythmically.

Su Wan and Zhang Yuniang had already been arranged into the secret cellar room inside.

With their low cultivation levels and their heavily pregnant bellies, Jiang Feng could not let them get involved.

"They're here."

Yuan Chu leaned against the pillar at the courtyard gate, tilting her head to glance outside.

"There's a whole swarm of them; has the Jiang Family moved their entire nest here?"

Jiang Feng took a sip of tea and set down the teapot.

"How many?"

"At least fifty," Yuan Chu clapped her hands. "Half are above Qi Refining Stage 6, and there are a few at the Qi Refining Great Perfection."

She paused, tilted her head in thought, and added:

"Oh, and there's one at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage. His Killing Intent is sky-high; that must be Patriarch He Wanshan."

Jiang Feng stood up and walked over to Yuan Chu.

"You're heavily pregnant; will you be alright?"

Yuan Chu slanted her eyes and reached out to pat her belly.

"Your children are tough."

Jiang Feng didn't argue much.

Having been fed two hua zhen pills every day without interruption, Yuan Chu's cultivation had long since advanced from the Foundation Establishment Early Stage to the Foundation Establishment Mid-stage. Plus, the Cultivation Technique she practiced in her Sea of Consciousness was comparable to a High Grade true art.

Yao Shifei walked out of the pill room, her hands still stained with unwashed pill powder.

"They came quickly; I thought they would endure for at least two more days."

"A person like Patriarch He Wanshan, once his source of wealth is cut off, wouldn't be able to endure for two days."

Jiang Feng walked out. "Fei'er, Patriarch He Wanshan is yours."

Yao Shifei hummed in acknowledgment.

"Yuan Chu, as for the remaining small fry, don't leave any alive."

Outside the courtyard gate, the sound of footsteps grew denser.

The Loose Cultivators on the street had long retreated into their houses and shut their doors. The entire street was very quiet, with only the sound of the He Family Cultivators' footsteps on the bluestone road.

The light of torches spilled over from the entrance of the alley.

Patriarch He Wanshan walked in front, carrying a thick-bladed long saber. Behind him was the He Family Grand Elder He Shou. He Shou's hand gripping his cane was trembling, but he forced himself to follow.

Behind them was the main force of the He Family, over fifty people standing in three teams on the street.

"The shopkeeper of Qixia Alchemy Pavilion, come out and speak."

Patriarch He Wanshan stood three zhang outside the courtyard gate, his spiritual power carrying his voice into the courtyard.

The courtyard gate opened.

Jiang Feng leaned against the door frame.

"Patriarch He, bringing so many people out for a stroll late at night, you're in good spirits."

Patriarch He Wanshan's gaze passed over Jiang Feng to look into the courtyard.

Yao Shifei stood still on one side.

Yuan Chu stood with her hands on her hips on the other side, her skirt swaying in the night wind, her pregnant belly somewhat eye-catching.

Patriarch He Wanshan's face twitched.

Just this? An old man over fifty, two women, one of whom was heavily pregnant?

He Shou leaned in to remind him: "Patriarch, the one wearing the veil is a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, do not underestimate her."

Patriarch He Wanshan snorted coldly: "At most, she's at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage. The Old Ancestor has already exited seclusion and will be here shortly. Tonight, not a single person at Qixia Alchemy Pavilion will escape."

Patriarch He Wanshan raised his voice.

Jiang Feng looked at the crowd.

"Patriarch He, are you sure you want to fight on this street?"

"After the fight, the entire west side of the city will belong to my He Family." Patriarch He Wanshan held his saber across his chest. "You at Qixia Alchemy Pavilion stole my business, killed my clansmen, and robbed my caravans. Each and every one of these acts is enough to wipe out your sect ten times over."

Jiang Feng stepped aside.

"Fei'er, he specifically asked to speak to the shopkeeper."

Yao Shifei walked slowly out of the courtyard.

Her veil covered half her face, her cold eyes fixed on Patriarch He Wanshan, and she reached out to strike a blow.

Her spiritual power, carrying the essence of vegetation, transformed into a palm strike that pressed down toward Patriarch He Wanshan.

Patriarch He Wanshan raised his saber diagonally.

The slashing saber blade collided directly with Yao Shifei's move.

Patriarch He Wanshan stepped back a distance on the ground.

The web of his hand split open, and blood flowed down the hilt of his saber.

Only one move had passed.

Patriarch He Wanshan felt a numbness in the back of his head.

Foundation Establishment Mid-stage?

Before Patriarch He Wanshan could catch his breath, Yao Shifei closed in on him. She struck a second palm, pressing it onto the blade, and a notch broke in the long saber.

Patriarch He Wanshan shouted: "Attack! Surround and kill them!"

The He Family Cultivators in the back moved extremely fast, each raising their Magical Artifacts and rushing toward the courtyard gate.

However, waiting for them was a woman with a heavily pregnant belly, wearing a fairy dress, and also wearing a veil.

Yuan Chu walked to the entrance.

The first Qi Refining Stage 8 Cultivator to rush up had his crown pressed by her hand in mid-air. True Qi poured in, and his head exploded like a rotten watermelon.

Blood splashed onto the faces of the three people next to him.

The three were somewhat stunned.

In that instant, Yuan Chu had already reached them.

She just casually waved her two fingers, and several bursts of True Qi erupted. Before the three could react, their bodies had already exploded.

"Fighting is much more tiring than making soup."

Yuan Chu shook the blood off her hands and complained.

But she didn't stop moving.

She stepped on the ground and walked to the remaining Cultivators, striking repeatedly. For every enemy she passed, one more fell.

Yuan Chu subdued the enemies solely with her Daoist True Qi.

Her Foundation Establishment Mid-stage cultivation was enough to crush ordinary Qi Refining disciples.

The He Family Cultivators lost their formation, and the power of the True Qi Yuan Chu displayed made everyone numb and freeze.

He Shou stood in the back, stunned. He had the Foundation of Qi Refining, but at this moment, he only felt his strength failing.

This pregnant woman in front of him was actually also a Foundation Establishment Cultivator?

"Stop her!" He Shou slammed his cane onto the ground, and the cane transformed into a spirit snake, winding toward Yuan Chu's ankle.

Yuan Chu looked down.

"Hey, there's one who knows how to play with snakes."

She crushed the spirit snake with one foot.

The next instant, she appeared in front of He Shou.

He Shou's eyelids twitched violently, and he formed hand seals with both hands, trying to release protective spiritual light.

Yuan Chu's palm pressed lightly in front of him.

"Too slow, old man."

A powerful burst of True Qi was casually injected.

He Shou's body swelled due to the impact, and he couldn't even say a word.

Bang.

His whole body exploded into a mist of blood.

The surviving He Family Cultivators dropped their Magical Artifacts, kneeling and kowtowing to beg for death.

Yuan Chu looked toward Jiang Feng for instructions.

"Should I leave them?"

Jiang Feng moved his lips.

"Don't."

Yuan Chu hummed, turned back, and killed the survivors on the ground.

Not a single one of the He Family's men was left.

On the other side, Patriarch He Wanshan had already been beaten by Yao Shifei until he had no power to fight back. His dark red long saber was broken in two, his left arm was fractured, and he knelt halfway on the ground, panting heavily.

Patriarch He Wanshan saw his own subordinates all over the ground out of the corner of his eye. He Shou was also dead nearby, his ears ringing.

How could this be?

What was that pregnant woman?

Foundation Establishment Mid-stage! Another Foundation Establishment Mid-stage!

A small Qixia Alchemy Pavilion, actually hid two Foundation Establishment Mid-stage Cultivators?

Patriarch He Wanshan gripped the saber hilt tightly, the veins on his forehead bulging.

He couldn't die here.

The Old Ancestor would be here soon.

The Old Ancestor was at the Late-stage Foundation Establishment. As long as the Old Ancestor came, these two women together would not be a match!

"Old Ancestor!" Patriarch He Wanshan looked up and shouted to the sky, seeking help. "Old Ancestor! Save me..."

The shouting echoed in the empty night sky.

There was no response for a long time.

Patriarch He Wanshan's voice went hoarse, and he knelt on the ground looking at the sky.

Jiang Feng walked two steps and sat down on a stone step.

"Stop shouting, your Old Ancestor can't save you!"

As Jiang Feng finished speaking, a black shadow fell from the sky.

It didn't fly down.

It was thrown down by someone.

With a muffled "bang".

The black shadow smashed three feet in front of Patriarch He Wanshan, shattering the bluestone slab and kicking up a cloud of debris and dust.

The dust settled.

An emaciated old man lay on the ground. His white hair was disheveled, and his Daoist robe was covered in burn marks.

There was a penetrating wound through his chest.

He had already stopped breathing.

Patriarch He Wanshan recognized this person.

It was exactly Ancestor He Changqing, the He Family's greatest reliance.

"Old... Old Ancestor..."

Patriarch He Wanshan crawled to Ancestor He Changqing's corpse, his trembling hand reaching out to touch the other's face; it was ice cold.

He was completely stone cold.

A gray-robed figure landed from the courtyard wall.

Ancestor Jiang Xuan withdrew his fist, stretched his wrists, and walked to Jiang Feng's side, his tone plain.

"This old fellow was hiding in the Forbidden Ground behind the He Family's mountain in seclusion; he was probably called out early. It's a pity that although his cultivation was at the Late-stage Foundation Establishment, his Foundation was extremely flimsy, and I punched right through him."

Jiang Feng looked at Ancestor Jiang Xuan.

Ever since he gave this Old Ancestor the Golden Core Stage cultivation experience card, Ancestor Jiang Xuan's entire aura had changed. The frequency of the True Qi circulating in his body was infinitely close to the threshold of a Golden Core True Lord.

"Thank you for your hard work, Old Ancestor."

Ancestor Jiang Xuan waved his hand, didn't say anything more, and flashed into the backyard. Although he didn't want to be too involved in the Jiang Family's Karma, he couldn't bear to watch Jiang Feng's two pregnant wives risk their lives for the Jiang Family.

Besides, his Karma had long been tied to the Jiang Family; how could it be separated so easily?

Patriarch He Wanshan knelt beside the Old Ancestor's corpse, his whole body looking like it had fallen apart.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Feng's side and asked.

"You... what kind of people are you exactly..."

"Why ask that?" Jiang Feng stood up.

Patriarch He Wanshan banged his head against the gravel ground, begging for his life.

"Spare me! I, Patriarch He Wanshan, am willing to surrender all the He Family's assets! Spirit fields, mineral veins, Pill Formulas, all for you! I only ask that you spare my life."

"Once you're dead, these will be mine anyway."

Jiang Feng turned to look at Yao Shifei.

Yao Shifei understood his meaning in a second.

She manifested the Dao essence of True Qi at her fingertips.

Patriarch He Wanshan raised his arm to cover his face.

"Snap."

That wisp of spiritual power penetrated Patriarch He Wanshan's crown.

After a few breaths, the corpse toppled over.

The whole street quieted down.

There was only the crackling of torches being blown by the night wind.

Jiang Feng scanned the corpses all over the ground and turned to walk into the courtyard.

"Has Young Master Jiang Chen returned yet?"

Yao Shifei followed him. "He sent word in the evening, saying he was cleaning up the mess over at Black Mountain and wouldn't be back until tomorrow."

"After he returns, tell him to take people to take over the He Family's residence and storehouse. From top to bottom of the He Family, leave no one."

The courtyard gate closed behind him.

Yuan Chu crouched by the water vat in the courtyard, washing the blood off her hands, muttering: "I killed so many people, two hua zhen pills aren't enough. Tonight you have to give me five more, no, ten more."

Jiang Feng glanced at her.

"You can have as many as you want, but wash the blood off your clothes first, don't scare my children."

Moonlight spilled into the courtyard.

Jiang Feng walked to the door of the secret cellar room and knocked.

Su Wan's voice came from inside, clearly nervous.

"Husband, how is it outside?"

"It's over."

The door creaked open, and Su Wan poked half her body out, looking Jiang Feng up and down.

"Husband, are you hurt?"

"Not a single hair is missing."

Su Wan breathed a sigh of relief, supporting her waist as she walked out.

"And the He Family..."

"They're gone."

Su Wan pursed her lips and didn't ask again.

Zhang Yuniang poked her head out from behind, holding a gold abacus in her hand.

"Husband, do the He Family's medicinal herb shops and spirit fields belong to us now?"

Jiang Feng wanted to laugh.

"We haven't even entered the door, and you're already thinking about that."

"This is called planning ahead!" Zhang Yuniang clicked the abacus beads. "The He Family has operated in Huoyang Commandery for a hundred years. I heard that just their spirit fields are at least a thousand mu, plus their ancestral Pill Formulas..."

"Alright, alright, they're all yours."

Zhang Yuniang's cheeks flushed red, and she hid the abacus behind her back. "Who said they're mine? They're all Husband's!"