222: Let's talk about something else.

Jiang Qingfeng looked at Han Qing's emotionless eyes, and his heart turned cold.

He had no doubt that if he dared to say a single "no"...

In the next second, his head would be placed right next to his grandson's funeral portrait.

After a long silence, he finally lowered his head in defeat.

"The so-called Hundred Families Alliance sounds grand, but it's actually just a loose pile of sand."

"The ones who truly call the shots are only the top ten families. Aside from them, the rest are just dogs barking along."

He said bitterly, "As far as this old man knows, there are three main families that clearly initiated the suppression of the Four Seas Immortal Alliance's business and even secretly sent assassins."

"The Li Family, ranked seventh, and the Gao Family, ranked fifth."

"And the Zhang Family, ranked second, who is also the main mastermind behind this incident."

Hearing the Zhang Family, Han Qing's gaze instantly turned cold and sinister.

It seemed that useless waste Jiang Shan hadn't told the whole truth.

Zhang Lingfeng was likely not as simple as just a Disciple of the Qingxuan Sect.

"Very well."

Han Qing nodded, the chill on his face slowly receding.

"The information you provided is enough to buy your life."

Hearing this, Jiang Qingfeng breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling as if he were about to collapse.

However, Han Qing's next words instantly brought his heart back to his throat.

"But while the death penalty is waived, punishment is still unavoidable."

"Your Jiang Family aided a villain and intended to cause chaos in my Tianxuan Domain. This debt cannot be settled just like that."

"Within three days, your entire Jiang Family must kneel before the mountain gate of my Four Seas Immortal Alliance for three days to atone for the souls of the deceased."

"After that, get out of the Tianxuan Domain and never set foot here again."

"Only then can you avoid death."

"You..."

Jiang Qingfeng's face turned the color of pig liver.

Making the entire Jiang Family kneel before the Four Seas Immortal Alliance and being driven out of the ancestral land they had operated for thousands of years...

This was more painful than killing him.

This was simply pressing the Jiang Family's face into the ground, grinding it, and then spitting on it.

Just then, Wind and Fire walked in from outside.

They respectfully cupped their fists toward Han Qing: "Reporting to the Master, everything has been settled."

"By the way, we killed a small fry hiding in the shadows. I think he was called Jiang Fei?"

Hearing the name Jiang Fei, Jiang Qingfeng's head felt like it exploded.

Jiang Fei was one of the only two remaining Spirit Transformation Realm Old Ancestors of his Jiang Family, and yet he was dead.

Just like that, silently, he was slaughtered like a small fry?

At this moment, the last bit of resistance in Jiang Qingfeng's heart was crushed.

He took a deep breath, instantly appearing decades older, and his originally straight back completely slumped.

He bowed deeply to Han Qing, his forehead almost touching the ground.

"This old man agrees."

Hearing the answer squeezed through his teeth, a hint of a satisfied smile appeared on Han Qing's face.

He stepped forward and lightly patted Jiang Qingfeng's shoulder.

"Head of the Jiang Family, you will be glad for the choice you made today."

...After dealing with the Jiang Family, Han Qing was in a good mood.

He did not return to the Four Seas Immortal Alliance immediately; with a flash of his body, he arrived at the Dream Returning Small Abode villa again.

Some grudges needed a resolution.

Han Qing's figure appeared in the courtyard again. Gu Xiaomeng, who was pacing uneasily in the yard, stiffened.

Her eyes were filled with complex emotions.

There was fear and resentment, but more than that, there was despair.

"Mr. Han."

She forced herself to calm down and welcomed Han Qing into the house.

Gu Xiaomeng brewed a pot of Spiritual Tea for Han Qing again, but this time, her hand holding the teacup was trembling slightly.

"No need."

Han Qing did not take the tea she offered. He sat down in a chair and asked directly.

"Have you made up your mind? When is Zhang Lingfeng coming over?"

Gu Xiaomeng's heart sank to the bottom.

She knew she had no way out.

But her maternal instincts drove her to make one last effort.

With a thud, she knelt before Han Qing, pleading with tearful eyes.

"Mr. Han, I beg of you, please let Ling'er go."

"He is still young and was just momentarily confused."

"I will take responsibility for all the mistakes he made."

"You can have my life, or make me do anything, just please let him go."

As she spoke, she kowtowed to Han Qing.

Han Qing's eyes didn't flicker in the slightest.

"I refuse. It's not up for discussion."

These words were like ice blades, piercing through Gu Xiaomeng's final line of defense.

She slowly raised her head, the look of pleading gradually fading.

"Fine."

She stood up from the ground: "I will send him a message right now."

Gu Xiaomeng picked up the cup of tea again and offered it to Han Qing with both hands.

"Please have some tea to moisten your throat first. I will go and prepare the Magical Artifact for the message."

Han Qing looked at the tea, which shimmered with a strange hue under the moonlight, and a meaningful smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

He took the teacup and, under Gu Xiaomeng's nervous and expectant gaze, drank the tea in one gulp.

Seeing Han Qing drink the tea, a flash of wild joy appeared in Gu Xiaomeng's eyes.

She hurriedly stepped back a few paces, distancing herself from Han Qing.

"Boom!"

A loud bang sounded, and wood chips flew everywhere.

The doors and windows of the room were shattered simultaneously by a massive force from the outside.

Moonlight and Killing Intent poured in together.

Several dark figures burst through the windows, instantly blocking all exits.

They surrounded Han Qing, who was sitting calmly in his chair, making it impossible for him to escape.

The leader was a burly man as sturdy as an iron tower.

The Spiritual Pressure on his body...

...had actually reached the Soul Transformation realm.

This person was Zhuang Fan, the leader left here by the Qingxuan Sect to protect Gu Xiaomeng.

"Madam."

Zhuang Fan strode in. Seeing that Gu Xiaomeng was unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Zhuang Fan."

Gu Xiaomeng tore off all her disguises and pointed at the still-seated Han Qing.

"Kill him quickly! He wants to use me to blackmail Ling'er."

However, the gravity she expected did not appear on Zhuang Fan's face.

His mouth curled into a strange grin.

"Madam, why the panic?"

He jerked his chin toward the empty teacup in front of Han Qing.

"The taste of the tea you personally served him must have been quite good."

"Inside it, you personally added our Qingxuan Sect's unique poison, the Bone Dissolving Pill."

"This poison is colorless and odorless. Once it enters the body, no matter how heaven-defying your cultivation is, your spiritual power will dissolve like snow under the scorching sun, and your bones and muscles will turn to mush inch by inch."

"Not to mention him, even a Void Refining Heavenly Venerate would obediently turn into a useless person after drinking this."

Zhuang Fan's voice was filled with pleasure: "So, you can rest assured. Right now, he doesn't even have the strength to move a pinky finger."

"Bone Dissolving Pill?"

Gu Xiaomeng was completely stunned.

Zhuang Fan approached Gu Xiaomeng step by step, his eyes burning with undisguised fire.

"Now, we can talk about something else."