275: Chapter 275 Who Killed My Great-Grandson!

His tone remained gentle, a complete contrast to the cold and ruthless figure who had just crushed an enemy with a single punch.

Upon hearing this, Lu Shiyin finally snapped out of her shock.

She recalled what Ye Changge had said earlier—

The other party's Elder was an Elder of the Lingxiao Sect.

A False Core Immortal Master.

Her heart immediately tightened as she realized the gravity of the situation.

The Lingxiao Sect was the superior Sect to which her own Family's Sect belonged!

If the killing of an Elder's direct grandson was exposed, not only would Ye Changge suffer, but the entire Ye Family of Longmai Mountain and even her own Lu Family of Qingmao Mountain could be implicated!

“Husband, let’s leave quickly!”

Lu Shiyin nodded hurriedly, her voice carrying a hint of urgency.

Ye Changge nodded and waved his hand, putting away the Grand Array.

The two didn't delay any longer, transforming into two streaks of light and speeding off into the distance.

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Within the escaping light, Ye Changge looked back one last time at the messy battlefield behind them.

Meng Zilang... grandson of a Lingxiao Sect Elder...

He sighed inwardly.

He had originally just wanted to come out for a stroll, never expecting to stir up such big trouble.

However—

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

If it happened again, he would still choose to take action.

Those who insult his wife must die.

This was his bottom line and his principle.

As for the subsequent trouble...

Soldiers will be blocked by generals, and water will be covered by earth; he would deal with it as it came.

At worst, he would wake the Fourth-Tier True Spirit Willow Tree ahead of schedule.

Though it might attract even greater trouble, it was better than waiting for death.

“Let’s go.”

Ye Changge withdrew his gaze and accelerated forward.

The two streaks of light, one following the other, soon disappeared at the end of the horizon.

Only a patch of broken earth remained, silently recounting the thrilling battle that had just occurred.

Meanwhile.

Lingxiao Sect, Elder Hall.

An elderly man with white hair and beard and a majestic countenance was sitting cross-legged on a prayer mat, eyes closed in cultivation.

Suddenly, he snapped his eyes open.

Two sharp glints of light shot out from those cloudy old eyes!

“Xiao Lang...”

The old man whispered, his voice carrying a hint of uncontrollable trembling.

He raised his hand to perform a divination, and his face instantly turned ashen.

“Xiao Lang’s Life Tablet... has shattered!”

The old man stood up abruptly, his Aura exploding outwards!

The terrifying Spiritual Pressure belonging to a False Core Immortal Master swept through the entire Elder Hall, causing the tables and chairs to tumble over with a piercing clatter.

“Who is it?! Who dares to kill the grandson of me, Outer Sect Elder Meng Tiande?!”

The old man roared, his voice like thunder echoing endlessly in the hall.

Outer Sect Elder Meng Tiande roared, his voice like thunder echoing endlessly in the hall.

His figure flickered and he instantly disappeared from the Elder Hall.

In the next moment, he appeared outside the Lingxiao Sect mountain gate, transforming into a streak of startled light as he sped toward the direction where his grandson's Life Tablet had last faded.

How terrifying was the speed of a False Core Immortal Master?

A streak of white light sliced through the sky, tearing the clouds in half wherever it passed and leaving a long white trail behind.

The Cultivators along the way looked up one after another, faces filled with horror at the sight of that astonishing streak of light.

“Which Senior is that? Such incredible speed!”

“Looking at the direction, they're heading south... Could something major have happened?”

“Shh, be quiet! An existence of that level is not for us to discuss.”

...

Outer Sect Elder Meng Tiande had no mind to pay attention to the ant-like gazes below.

His heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the pain making it almost impossible to breathe.

Xiao Lang... his grandson Xiao Lang...

That was the junior he loved most and placed the highest hopes upon!

He had already reached the Late Foundation Establishment Stage at a young age, and his sword talent was exceptional; the hope of him achieving Core Formation in the future was extremely high.

He had poured countless efforts into his training, teaching him the Earth Rank Medium Grade sword Cultivation Technique, the Qingyun Sword Manual, and bestowing many protective treasures upon him.

He had even used his personal connections to pave the way for his grandson within the Sect, only waiting for him to reach Foundation Establishment Great Perfection before recommending him for the Sect's Secret Realm to obtain Core Formation Spirit Items...

But now...

The Life Tablet was shattered!

He knew better than anyone what that meant.

A Foundation Establishment Cultivator's Life Tablet was linked to their natal Essence Blood. A shattered Life Tablet meant the Cultivator's Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, their life path coming to an end!

“Who is it?! Exactly who is it!”

Outer Sect Elder Meng Tiande's eyes were bloodshot as a low growl escaped his throat.

He pushed his flight to the limit, his speed reaching the extreme. In less than half an hour, he had crossed thousands of miles.

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Finally, he arrived at the location where the Life Tablet had last faded.

Below was a wilderness with undulating terrain and sparse vegetation.

Outer Sect Elder Meng Tiande lowered his light and landed on a flat area strewn with rubble.

He stood there, slowly surveying his surroundings.

The wilderness was lonely, the wind wailing.

Occasionally, a few unknown birds flew past in the distance, letting out several crisp cries.

Everything looked so peaceful, so... ordinary.

However—

Outer Sect Elder Meng Tiande closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly opened them again.

A deep sorrow flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

“It was right here.”

He murmured in a low voice, so raspy it was almost inaudible.

“The Aura... it last disappeared here.”

He squatted down, his withered fingers gently stroking the rough, stony ground as if he could feel the last trace left by his grandson before his death.

“This place is so close to the Lingxiao Market... and only a few thousand miles from the Sect...”

“How could my grandson have met with an accident here?!”

His voice carried confusion, anger, and even deeper grief.

The Lingxiao Market was a market directly under the Lingxiao Sect, and the surrounding areas were all under the Sect's control.

Logically, Lingxiao Sect Disciples should be safest in this region.

But of all things...

Outer Sect Elder Meng Tiande stood up abruptly, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

“I shall see for myself exactly who did this!”

He formed hand seals, and the spiritual energy around him surged violently!

A profound spell was cast from his hands, transforming into ripples of visible spiritual energy that spread out in all directions.

This was the Lingxiao Sect's secret technique, the 'Source-Tracing Shadow Art.' Although it couldn't truly reverse time to see past scenes, it could deduce the general situation of a battle through subtle traces like residual Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi fluctuations and spiritual energy trajectories.

This technique placed extremely high demands on the caster's Divine Sense and spiritual energy control; even for a False Core Immortal Master like him, performing it was quite strenuous.

However—

Fifteen minutes passed.

Thirty minutes passed.

Outer Sect Elder Meng Tiande's expression grew uglier and uglier.

He repeatedly performed the Source-Tracing Shadow Art, investigating every inch of land and every wisp of Spiritual Qi in the area over and over again.

But the result...

“This... this is impossible!”

Outer Sect Elder Meng Tiande cried out in shock, his eyes full of disbelief.

The scene was simply too clean!

So clean it was as if no conflict had ever occurred!

Although there were wisps of chaotic residual Spiritual Qi proving a battle had indeed taken place, those fluctuations were so weak they could almost be ignored.