163: Chapter 163 A Face Covered in Tears

Ye Yun still had two Thunderstorm Pearls in his hand; just one could injure a powerhouse at the Martial Spirit Realm Early Stage.

If both were used together, even if they couldn't kill the opponent, they would certainly make them suffer more than they could handle.

What's more, he still had Master Bai Yuxue as his backing.

If it truly came to a desperate situation, he could crush the communication jade talisman, and his Revered Master would be able to arrive within half a day.

An old Family head who had just reached a Breakthrough into the Martial Spirit Realm would likely not even be able to withstand a single move from Master Bai Yuxue.

Ye Yun poured another cup of wine for the burly man and asked with a smile.

"What about the Wu Family's young Revered Master? I heard he's marrying Miss Fang tomorrow?"

The burly man chuckled, a trace of lewdness flashing in his eyes.

"The Wu Family's young Revered Master is named Wu Hao, and he's a complete playboy. Relying on his Family's influence, he bullies men and preys on women in Qingzhou City, committing all sorts of evil."

"He already has nine concubines at home, and this tenth one is that Young Miss from the Fang Family."

"I heard Miss Fang is extremely beautiful, and that kid Wu Hao has been eyeing her for a long time. As soon as the Fang Family fell, he was the first to jump out and force Miss Fang to marry him."

"Tsk tsk, a beautiful flower planted in cow dung."

The burly man shook his head and gulped down another mouthful of wine.

The chill in Ye Yun's eyes deepened, but he didn't show it, only continuing to ask.

"Where is the Wu Family's residence? How are the guards?"

The burly man was already a bit tipsy and didn't think much of it, saying casually.

"The Wu Family's residence is in the north of the city, taking up an entire street. There are servants guarding the entrance and courtyard guards inside, at least a hundred of them."

"But those are all small fries. The ones who are truly formidable are the Wu Family's Core Disciples and Elders, each with a cultivation at or above the Great Martial Master level."

"If you want to go to the Wu Family to watch the festivities, go early tomorrow; you might even snag a good spot."

Ye Yun nodded and drank a few more cups with him, asking about the specific situation of the Wu Family.

"For example, the layout of the residence, the patrol shift times, and so on."

The burly man drank happily and held nothing back, telling him everything he knew.

Ye Yun committed this information to memory, left a piece of silver, and stood up to return to his room.

Closing the door, Ye Yun sat by the bed, his gaze drifting to the night scene outside the window.

The nights in Qingzhou City were livelier than in Shiyun City.

There were still many pedestrians and street vendors on the streets, with lantern light illuminating the way.

The faint sound of silk and bamboo instruments drifted from afar; it was unclear which restaurant was hosting a performance.

Ye Yun was in no mood to appreciate any of this.

The words the burly man had spoken replayed repeatedly in his mind.

The Fang Family wiped out, Fang Hansu forced into marriage, and Wu Hao wanting to take her as his tenth concubine.

Every word was like a knife stabbing into his heart.

[Wu Hao, you'd better pray that Fang Hansu is still a virgin.]

A trace of cold killing intent flashed in Ye Yun's eyes as his fingers lightly tapped the tabletop.

[Otherwise, I wouldn't mind making the entire Wu Family disappear from Qingzhou City.]

He took a deep breath, suppressing the killing intent in his heart, closed his eyes, and began to circulate the Tai Xuan Hehuan Scripture.

Mystic Power flowed slowly through his Meridians; his Great Martial Master Ninth Level cultivation was like a dormant volcano, restrained yet profound.

Tomorrow, he would pay a visit to the Wu Family.

Whether for Fang Hansu or for her Cold Moon Physique, he could not just sit idly by.

Outside the window, the night deepened.

The bustle of Qingzhou City gradually subsided, and the pedestrians on the streets grew fewer.

Only the occasional bark of a dog broke the silence of the night.

Ye Yun sat cross-legged on the bed, his breathing long and steady, as the Mystic Power around his body circulated slowly.

He was waiting.

Waiting for dawn.

...

Qingzhou City, Wu Family.

Inside a remote courtyard, the lights were dim.

The courtyard walls were high, topped with broken glass to prevent anyone from climbing over.

Over a dozen Wu Family Martial Artists stood outside the courtyard, each holding a weapon, their eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

They changed shifts every half hour, and the patrol teams passed by the courtyard entrance with steady, muffled footsteps.

The courtyard gate was tightly closed, with a dark red Seal pasted on it, bearing a large character for "Double Happiness."

As the wind blew, the Seal made a slight rustling sound.

Fang Hansu was imprisoned in this room.

The room was small and simply furnished.

A wooden bed, a table, two chairs, and a faded landscape painting hanging on the wall.

The windows were boarded up from the outside, with only a few slivers of moonlight leaking through the gaps, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

She sat on the edge of the bed, wearing a bright red wedding dress.

The fabric was very smooth, embroidered with a pattern of mandarin ducks playing in water in gold thread, shimmering faintly under the candlelight.

The neckline of the wedding dress was low, revealing a section of her translucent white collarbone.

A red silk ribbon was tied around her waist, outlining her slender figure.

The skirt was very long, trailing on the ground like a pool of congealed blood.

A red bridal veil covered her head, hiding her face.

But beneath the veil, that exquisite face was covered in tears.

Her eyes were swollen from crying, her sockets bloodshot, and tiny teardrops still clung to her eyelashes.

Her lips were parched and peeling, her face so pale it lacked any color, and she looked utterly haggard.

Fang Hansu's cultivation had been sealed by the Wu Family using medicine.

The medicine was called "Spirit-Sealing Powder," colorless and odorless, mixed into her food.

After consuming it, her Mystic Power would be sealed, and she wouldn't be able to muster even a trace of it.

Not only that, they had also given her soft bone powder.

Now, she had no strength in her body at all; let alone escaping, she didn't even have the strength to lift her hand.

She had tried to struggle, but every time she just managed to stand up, her legs would give way, and she would collapse back onto the bed.

She just sat there, motionless, like a porcelain doll devoid of Life Qi.

The moonlight outside moved inch by inch; time passed very slowly.

She didn't know how much time had passed; perhaps it was one hour, perhaps two.

A set of footsteps sounded outside, coming from afar and growing clearer.

Fang Hansu's body trembled slightly, and her fingers instinctively gripped her skirt.

Her heart leaped into her throat, and her breathing became rapid.

The door was pushed open, and a figure walked in.

It was a young man in his early twenties, dressed in a bright red groom's robe.

The fabric was luxurious, embroidered with gold-threaded auspicious clouds, and a gold-silk jade belt was tied around his waist, from which hung a high-quality jade pendant.

He was fair-skinned and his features were decent enough, but his eyes were narrow and filled with lewdness, and a nauseating smile hung on his lips.

It was none other than the Wu Family's young Revered Master—Wu Hao.

Behind him followed two maidservants carrying trays with a wine pot and cups.

Both maidservants were about sixteen or seventeen years old.

They wore pink dresses and kept their heads bowed, not daring to look at Fang Hansu.

Wu Hao waved his hand; the two maidservants set down the trays and withdrew, closing the door behind them.

Only he and Fang Hansu remained in the room.

Wu Hao's gaze fell upon the red figure on the edge of the bed, the lewdness in his eyes deepening.

He walked over slowly, each step seemingly treading on Fang Hansu's heart.

His leather shoes clicked against the blue brick floor, the "tap-tap" sound exceptionally clear in the quiet room.