Chapter 170 If you're drunk, get out! Are you still waiting to stay for dinner?

Just as Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan was secretly rejoicing, a cyan Sword Qi several zhang long suddenly appeared out of thin air and slashed vertically down toward the Teng Family residence.

"Boom!" The Teng Family's pride and joy, their clan-protecting Formation, shook violently. Crisscrossing cracks instantly erupted across the surface of the dark golden light barrier.

Three breaths later, the Formation shattered with a deafening roar.

Violent waves of spiritual Qi swept through the surroundings, overturning rows of green-tiled roofs below and causing large sections of courtyard walls to collapse.

"Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan, get out here and die!" A delicate shout exploded in the sky.

Ye Qingwan hovered in mid-air.

She gripped the Yunxiao Sword, her Middle Stage Nascent Soul spiritual power fluctuations pouring out without reservation.

Deep within the underground palace, Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan suddenly opened his eyes, a flicker of shock appearing on his sinister Face.

"A Nascent Soul Cultivator? And so young?"

Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan's figure flashed, and he immediately shot into the sky.

He was draped in a dark, wide robe, his body wreathed in thick black Qi.

With the help of the Qi Gathering Formation, his cultivation had been forcibly pushed to the Late Nascent Soul Stage.

Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan stood in the air, stopping twenty meters in front of Ye Qingwan.

He did not know if the other party was truly this young or some old monster with a technique for preserving youth.

But regardless of which it was, offending a Nascent Soul Cultivator of unknown origin was ultimately not a wise move.

"This old man does not know how I have offended you, young friend." Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan cupped his hands, his tone softening.

"If my Teng Family clansmen acted recklessly outside and provoked you, I apologize on their behalf and am willing to offer compensation."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingwan let out a cold sneer.

She gripped the Yunxiao Sword tighter, the tip pointing directly at Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan.

"Apologize?" Ye Qingwan's voice was cold and clear, permeated with bone-chilling killing intent. "If you want to apologize, then use the lives of your entire Teng Family to make up for it!"

Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan's expression darkened.

He lowered his hands, a fierce light exposing itself in his eyes.

In this remote corner, his Teng Family was the local emperor; when had they ever suffered such humiliation?

Just then, nine powerful auras rose from thin air, lining up on either side of Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan.

These nine people were none other than Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan's nine sons.

With the help of the Qi Gathering Formation, they had all stepped into the Nascent Soul Stage.

Among them, Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan's eldest son, the current Teng Family head, Teng Yi, had even reached the Middle Stage Nascent Soul.

Teng Yi wore a purple-gold python robe, his Face rugged with thick, sword-like eyebrows.

A hideous scar at the corner of his eye revealed a sense of ruthlessness and arrogance.

Teng Yi held a large ring-blade, its edge shimmering with spiritual light.

He patted his shoulder with the back of the blade, looking at Ye Qingwan with disdain.

"Where did this yellow-haired girl come from, daring to run wild in my Teng Family!"

"Do you really think the nine sons of the Teng Family are just for show?"

"I don't care which faction you come from; if you insist on pushing us, my Teng Family won't give you any Face!"

As soon as Teng Yi finished speaking, ripples suddenly appeared in the sky.

A figure in white stepped out of the Void Realm and was slowly walking toward this place.

The newcomer had a tall, upright figure and an ethereal temperament.

This person had his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, looking as if he were taking a leisurely stroll.

Yet with every step he took, the space in front of him would fold on its own.

A thousand miles in a single step, shrinking the earth into an inch!

The nine sons of the Teng Family all revealed looks of shock.

Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan's youngest son, Teng Nine, seeing someone dare to interfere in Teng Family affairs, immediately shouted angrily:

"You thing playing god and ghost, get out of here for me..."

"Slap!"

Before Teng Nine could finish cursing, he was slapped by Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan, spinning like a top.

He was forced to spin several times before he could barely steady his figure.

Teng Nine clutched his swollen right cheek, his Face full of grievance and confusion.

Before he could ask for the reason, he saw a scene he would never forget in his life.

He saw his father, who had always been arrogant and looked down on everyone.

At this moment, he was actually like a humble old dog, hunched over, bowing deeply to the man in white.

"This old man greets the Saint!"

"Saint... Saint?" Except for Teng Yi, the other eight who had not seen Lin Xiao were all terrified and hurriedly followed suit to bow.

Lin Xiao stopped beside Ye Qingwan, looking down at Teng Yi from above.

"The Teng Family is truly impressive." Lin Xiao's tone was flat, revealing no joy or anger. "Do you not even hold my Primordial Holy Land in your eyes anymore?"

This light sentence was as heavy as Mount Tai, pressing down on the Teng Family members until they couldn't catch their breath.

Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan's forehead broke out in cold sweat as he hurriedly squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Saint, please forgive me!"

"My dog of a son had too much to drink last night and was spouting nonsense. There was absolutely no intention to offend!"

Lin Xiao did not pay attention to the Teng Family members. Instead, he withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Ye Qingwan beside him.

"Junior Sister, please continue."

Seeing Lin Xiao call the young girl in front of him Junior Sister, Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan felt as if he had been struck by lightning, freezing in place.

The Saint's Junior Sister? A Personal Disciple of the Primordial Holy Land?

When did his Teng Family offend such a formidable woman?

Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan looked puzzled and hurriedly asked:

"Young friend, if my Teng Family has done anything to wrong you, please feel free to speak."

"As long as we can make up for the mistake, my Teng Family is willing to provide compensation, and we will absolutely not shirk responsibility!"

Ye Qingwan gripped her long sword tightly with her right hand, her voice icy:

"Compensation?"

"My Ye Family has two hundred and sixteen lives; what does your Teng Family have to compensate with!"

"Ye Family?" Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan muttered, then exclaimed in shock, "You, you are the remnants of the Ye Family!"

Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan couldn't understand how the Ye Family could still have such a Prodigy.

When he saw "Ye Bufan" at the Lanyun Sect, he was already somewhat afraid.

Now, another such Prodigy of the Ye Family had suddenly appeared, and her status was even a direct disciple of the Primordial Holy Land.

Could it be that Heaven truly wants to destroy my Teng Family?

Ye Qingwan couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense. The Yunxiao Sword in her hand let out a clear sword chime, and in the blink of an eye, three Sword Qi slashes were unleashed, heading straight for Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan's Face.

As the current head of the Family, Teng Yi naturally could not retreat in front of the whole clan.

"You arrogant brat!" Teng Yi shouted, gripping the large black ring-blade with both hands and slashing down with force to meet the three Sword Qi strikes.

The large rings on the blade rattled, and a massive, overwhelming force caused the web of Teng Yi's hand to split open.

Seeing this, the other eight sons of the Teng Family immediately intended to swarm up.

"All of you, stand down!" Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan suddenly raised his hand, sternly ordering everyone to retreat.

He bowed slightly to Lin Xiao again, but his voice carried a hint of coldness.

"Saint, my Teng Family and the Ye Family, when it comes down to it, are just Family grievances."

"When the Ye Family was wiped out back then, no clansmen had joined the Primordial Holy Land!"

"The Primordial Holy Land is known as the leader of the Eastern Region, and every word and action is watched by Cultivators under the Heavens."

"Now the Saint has come here in person to interfere in the old grievances of secular families."

"By bullying the weak with your strength like this, are you not afraid of being laughed at by the major factions?"

Lin Xiao lowered his eyelids slightly, and the terrifying pressure of the Soul Transformation Stage suddenly erupted.

Several people immediately fell to the ground like dumplings.

Together with countless Teng Family members, they lay on the ground, unable to rise.

Lin Xiao frowned slightly, his voice majestic:

"If my Holy Land wanted to destroy your Teng Family, would it even require me, the Saint, to make a move personally?"