ragginovel Chapter 77 Kill!
Chapter 77 Kill!
On the eve of the Lunar New Year, the snow cleared after a heavy snowfall.
Inside and outside the Huang family mansion, the lights shone brightly, and a joyous atmosphere prevailed. The offering table in the Huang family ancestral hall was laden with delicacies and offerings, as a grand family ceremony was underway.
After the sacrificial ceremony was completed, the stove in the large hall of the Huang family mansion was burning brightly, dispelling the cold of the winter night.
Sixteen mahogany tables were arranged on both sides, filled with members of the Huang clan.
Everyone's face was beaming with joy, and they were toasting and laughing together, creating a lively and festive atmosphere.
Maids and servants moved among them, serving up one dish of fine wine and delicacies after another.
Only the main table at the very top had a more solemn atmosphere.
Huang Yuanji, dressed in a brand-new brocade robe with auspicious and longevity patterns, sat in the center.
His face was ruddy, and a smile played on his lips as he basked in the compliments and admiration of his many descendants.
Although he was over ninety years old and had reached the Foundation Establishment stage, he looked no more than fifty. His enlightenment on Qingyun Mountain had given him a different perspective on his future cultivation path.
Huang Dehou, along with his close relatives Huang Taiji, Huang Wenyuan, and others, accompanied him on either side.
"Father, I offer you a toast. May your cultivation advance and may you soon attain the Golden Elixir!" Huang Dehou raised the cup with both hands, his expression respectful.
Huang Yuanji accepted the offer without hesitation, downed the wine in his cup, and laughed, "The path to the Golden Elixir is far beyond my reach. I only hope that you brothers will work together to pass on the Huang family's legacy from generation to generation. That would be enough for me."
"We must have a good New Year this year. After more than 130 years, Qingyun Mountain finally belongs to the Huang family. As your father, I have not let down our ancestors."
The crowd echoed this sentiment, praising the old man's extraordinary achievements as a blessing to the Huang family.
Huang Yuanji stroked his beard and laughed, feeling smug and self-satisfied.
His gaze swept over the room full of his children and grandchildren, and a surge of pride rose in his heart.
After more than 130 years of planning, it has finally come to fruition in his own hands.
Although the secret of that sound has not yet been deciphered, the mountain now bears the surname Huang, so there is plenty of time to ponder it slowly.
After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,
Huang Wenyuan stood up and clapped his hands.
A group of entertainers and singers who had been waiting entered in single file, and the sounds of string and wind instruments filled the air, bringing the atmosphere in the hall to a fever pitch.
Everyone's attention was drawn to the singing and dancing.
No one noticed that beneath the polished blue brick floor of the main hall, a murderous intent was gathering.
Shen Qing had arrived long ago.
Using the technique of earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of magic that allows one to escape from the earth), Shen Qing had already been lying in wait deep underground in the main hall.
As he listened to the sounds of clinking glasses above, Huang Yuanji's smug face was already etched in his mind.
Shen Qing showed no emotional fluctuations; his mind was calm, with only the spiritual energy in his dantian flowing through his meridians like a volcano about to erupt.
Shen Qing had been waiting for a long time; he needed to wait for a moment when everyone could relax.
At the climax of the music, the moment the performer's water sleeves fly.
"Now."
A cold glint flashed in Shen Qing's eyes.
The first sword!
There were no warning signs, no spiritual energy fluctuations.
The polished blue brick beneath Huang Yuanji's seat suddenly shattered!
A yellowish-brown sword aura, exuding a chilling killing intent, shot out from the ground, faster than anyone could react!
The sword energy was not aimed at Huang Yuanji's throat or heart, but rather at his dantian!
Huang Yuanji was, after all, a cultivator at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment. His experience of a hundred years of fighting made his hair stand on end the moment the sword energy broke through the ground and the killing intent approached!
"There are thorns—" The moment this thought flashed through his mind, a protective aura automatically appeared on his body.
But it's too slow!
This sword strike came far too hastily.
Shen Qing's sword energy, nurtured by the earth's veins for several days, had been building up for a long time. It was incredibly sharp and specifically designed to break through protective spiritual light!
"puff!"
A soft sound.
Huang Yuanji's smile froze instantly, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror.
He looked down and saw that his protective aura had been pierced, a bloody hole suddenly appeared in his lower abdomen, and violent sword energy exploded in his dantian.
"Ah—" A heart-wrenching scream instantly drowned out the music and laughter that filled the hall.
Huang Yuanji's spiritual power, accumulated over a hundred years of arduous cultivation, poured out wildly from the opening in his dantian.
His face aged visibly, and his once upright figure instantly became hunched over.
"Father!"
Just as Huang Yuanji's scream rang out and everyone was plunged into great horror, another sword aura burst forth from the ground!
This sword was aimed directly at Huang Yuanji's head, specifically at the Niwan Palace between his eyebrows!
Huang Yuanji's cultivation was completely destroyed, and he could hardly even move a finger at this moment, so how could he dodge?
He could only watch helplessly as the deadly sword light rapidly enlarged before his eyes.
"Noisy."
A cold voice rang out.
Huang Yuanji's head exploded like a watermelon, splattering red and white matter all over Huang Dehou, who had just stood up beside him.
The room was deathly silent.
The next moment, screams, cries, and the sound of shattering cups and plates erupted into chaos.
The entertainers, singers, maids, and servants were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, defecating and urinating incessantly.
The Huang family members were terrified. Some ran away, while the more clever ones drew their weapons and protected the main table in the center, looking around in panic.
"Who! Who is it?" Huang Wenyuan shouted sternly, though he was trembling uncontrollably.
Under everyone's gaze, a ripple appeared on the ground in front of the offering table in the center of the main hall, which was filled with offerings to the Huang family ancestors.
A young man dressed in a blue Taoist robe, with a tall and straight figure like a sword, slowly rose from the ground.
With sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, his face was as cold as frost, and his body was surrounded by a chilling sword aura.
His appearance seemed to cause the temperature inside the hall to drop several degrees.
Huang Dehou recognized the face; it was Mo Wentian, the former sword genius of Qingyun Sect!
Hasn't he been traveling far away for many years?!
"Mo...Mo Wentian?!"
Huang Dehou finally recovered from his shock, wiping the blood from his face, his eyes filled with terror. "You are Mo Wentian!"
Shen Qing swept his gaze across the entire room, and every member of the Huang family whose eyes fell upon him lowered his head, his entire body icy cold.
Shen Qing ignored everyone and focused his gaze on Huang Yuanji's headless corpse on the ground.
"Old dog, you've coveted my Qingyun Sect for over 130 years, and now it's all gone in one day. How does it feel?"
The dead cannot answer.
He then turned his gaze to Huang Dehou, who was trembling all over but stubbornly refusing to fall.
"Huang Dehou, when your father killed my senior brother, the Taoist Priest Fushan, did he ever imagine this day would come?"
These words sent shockwaves through the Huang family. The patriarch had actually killed the Taoist priest of Fushan?! This was an irreconcilable feud!
Huang Dehou's face was ashen; how could he not understand?
What happened today was no accident; it was a long-planned revenge!
His father is dead, and the Huang family's world has collapsed!
The person in front of me could silently sneak into the ground and kill my father, who was at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment, with one blow. Killing him, a cultivator who had just established his foundation, would be even easier for him!
Overwhelming fear instantly consumed his newly awakened desire for revenge.
He knelt down with a thud, crawling forward on his knees, tears streaming down his face as he kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Senior Mo! That was all my father's doing, it has nothing to do with me! I was deceived by him! Please, Senior, spare my life for the sake of us both being cultivators of Qinghe! The Huang family is willing to offer up all our wealth and submit to Qingyun Mountain, we only ask that Senior spare our lives!"
All ambitions and family lordships seem so ridiculous in the face of death.