485: Chapter 485 Counterattack

"Old Taoist Kun wouldn't go back on his word, would he?"

"Probably not."

"That old Taoist isn't the kind of person who is completely shameless."

"He'll show some appreciation, one way or another."

"It's worth looking forward to."

"Old Taoist Kun has been cultivating on Zhongnan Mountain for so many years, and judging by his Dharma name, he is part of the Quanzhen lineage; he should have some family assets and connections, so he wouldn't be unable to produce anything."

"Besides, even if he doesn't have money or external objects like a dharma instrument, don't they still have the beautiful Hua Zhenzhen?"

"Hua Zhenzhen did make a promise to give herself to him."

"Would Old Taoist Kun go back on his word along with his disciple?"

"I doubt it."

"Ahem."

"He isn't a lecherous person."

"Absolutely not."

"He just purely likes Hua Zhenzhen's innocence and liveliness."

"However, this matter cannot be rushed."

"An expert must have the demeanor of an expert; he can't look like someone who has never seen a woman before."

"First, I'll head down the mountain and help Liu Tingting handle the funeral arrangements."

"And all those messy affairs."

"After everything is handled, I'll come back to say goodbye to the master and disciple before I leave. By then, they surely won't be embarrassed to continue reneging on their debt, right?"

Han Jingyang headed down the mountain.

He moved with swift, flying steps.

It was as if he were walking on flat ground.

His body was as light as a swallow.

With the support of these three skills, his speed down the mountain was even faster. Sometimes, to take a shortcut, he would jump directly off cliffs—ten-meter-high cliffs, jumping whenever he pleased. When he landed, he could barely feel any impact; it was even more realistic than the light-body techniques in martial arts movies.

Down the mountain.

He headed straight for the funeral home.

When he arrived, he saw Liu Tingting crying her heart out, Liu Tingting's grandfather Liu Jinming with tears streaming down his old face, and some busy people who were likely Liu Tingting's relatives.

This was his first time in a funeral home in his life; he had no experience, and his status wasn't something he could easily present, so he could only go through the motions and then stand to the side.

Until Liu Jinming found him: "Han Jingyang, what on earth happened to Tingting's parents?"

Han Jingyang frowned inwardly.

The old man's attitude wasn't good.

It wasn't like this three years ago.

However, he could understand.

It was normal to be in a bad mood when an older person has to bury a younger one.

But how was he supposed to answer this question?

There was no way to answer.

It couldn't be explained clearly.

The more he said, the harder it would be to explain, and it might even invite more trouble.

He wasn't afraid, but Liu Jinming and Liu Tingting, this grandfather and granddaughter pair, had absolutely no ability to resist risk.

So he shook his head directly: "I'm sorry, I don't know the specific situation either, and I don't have the ability to investigate these matters. It's best to wait for the official investigation and announcement."

Liu Jinming roared in a deep voice: "You know! You know everything! Tingting already told me!"

Han Jingyang was stunned.

He knew everything?

Liu Tingting had told him?

Since he already knew, what was there to be angry about?

There was even less reason to lose his temper at him.

This wasn't his fault, was it?

On the contrary, if there was really any fault, it was the fault of the murderer and Liu Tingting's parents.

Why lose his temper at him?

Was this old man shocked into stupidity?

But thinking of the old man's plight, he still patiently said: "Since you already know, what else is there to say?"

"Nothing to say?" Liu Jinming was shaking with rage, his eyes bulging red: "You, you, you murderer—"

As he spoke, he lunged at Han Jingyang and raised his hand to strike.

Han Jingyang took two steps back, dodging Liu Jinming's attack, and frowned: "How could I be the murderer? Did you misunderstand something?"

Liu Jinming was even more frantic: "You still dare to quibble!"

At this moment, Liu Tingting's other relatives also gathered around, staring at Han Jingyang with unkind gazes.

"You surnamed Han, how can you be so vicious?"

"How could you do such a thing at such a young age?"

"You look like a human but don't do human things?"

"A life for a life!"

"That's right, a life for a life!"

"And hand over the stolen antiques!"

"Surround him, don't let him run!"

"..."

Han Jingyang was even more stunned.

A life for a life?

Stolen antiques?

Where did this come from?

Liu Tingting's parents weren't killed by him.

That purple-gold copper Bagua plaque wasn't stolen by him either; it was his to begin with.

Why did these people say that?

What was their motive?

The words of the others could be ignored.

But Liu Jinming's words definitely came from his heart; after all, his son and daughter-in-law had died, so he definitely had no mind to engage in such messy nonsense at this time.

Therefore, had he listened to some people's lies?

Where did these lies come from?

What was the purpose?

Were there any follow-up measures?

Han Jingyang immediately raised his vigilance.

He looked around, but didn't find any suspicious people, yet he was even more certain that someone was fanning the flames behind the scenes.

In all likelihood, it was that same group of people.

But why involve ordinary people?

Even if they completely ruined his reputation, these ordinary people couldn't cause him even the slightest harm; at most, it would just make him feel uncomfortable for a little while.

Or perhaps... was it just done in passing?

Or were they forcing him to make a mistake?

There were too many possibilities.

The enemy was hiding in the shadows, and he couldn't even infer the enemy's style of operation.

There was no way to take direct action either.

He could only passively take the hits.

No!

He had to change this situation; he couldn't be led by the nose everywhere, otherwise, something would happen sooner or later.

This time it was Liu Tingting.

Who would be next?

Han Jingyang took a deep breath.

He had to cut through the mess with a sharp blade!

Interrupt the enemy's rhythm.

Take back the initiative.

Want to hide in the shadows and stir up trouble?

In your dreams!

This was Xian, not Quancheng, not his home turf—that was true.

But that didn't mean he had to be timid and careful just because he was on away ground.

He could turn the away ground into his own home turf.

Thinking of this, he slowly raised his head, his eyes gradually becoming cold and stern. He locked onto Liu Jinming, staring fixedly into his angry eyes, and asked in a cold voice: "Who told you I am the murderer?"

Liu Jinming spat angrily: "You are the murderer! A life for a life, you surnamed Han, go to hell!"

He didn't change his expression, but his eyes became even colder: "Last chance, I'm asking you, who told you these things and made you think I am the murderer who kills for treasure?"

"I don't need anyone to tell me, I just know!"

"You won't shed tears until you see the coffin," Han Jingyang shouted lightly: "Liu Jing, grab her!"

Liu Jing, who was on the side, didn't even think about it; she dragged Liu Tingting, who was crying until she was almost fainting, and rushed to Han Jingyang's side: "How should I handle her?"

"Draw your blade!"

Liu Jing drew her combat blade with a "clang," glaring fiercely at the circle of men, women, and children around them.

"Cut off her hand!"

Liu Jing didn't even hesitate and swung the blade; the sharp, heavy combat blade whistled down, straight for Liu Tingting's wrist.

Given Liu Jing's strength and the sharpness of the combat blade, cutting through gold or chopping iron would be a piece of cake, let alone Liu Tingting's delicate arm.

One strike down, it would definitely be severed.

Liu Jinming cried out in extreme terror: "Stop—"

Liu Jing was unmoved and continued to swing the blade down.

Until Han Jingyang spoke: "Wait."

Liu Jing stopped, the sharp edge of the combat blade only half a centimeter away from Liu Tingting's wrist.

Liu Jinming panted heavily, wiping sweat as he gasped, clearly terrified.

The other relatives of the Liu family were also still fearful, but soon they began to attack Han Jingyang verbally again.

"You beast! How could you bring yourself to do that?"

"You animal, you're not a human!"

"Tingting even spoke up for you, and this is how you treat her?"

"You're really not a thing!"

"You heartless, ungrateful thing, damn it!"

"If he dares to attack Tingting, he definitely dared to attack Tingting's parents."

"That's right, he really is the murderer!"

"A life for a life!"

In an instant, the atmosphere became intense again.

A group of people surrounded Han Jingyang, verbally attacking him, their spittle spraying right in front of Han Jingyang.

But Han Jingyang suddenly smiled.