Published: March 2, 2025
Chapter 68: Legacy
Liu Yu and his group waited for a while until all the buildings had turned to ashes, and the flames naturally extinguished after having nothing left to burn. Only then did they cautiously move forward.
Stopping twenty zhang away from the milky-white shield, the group of sixteen faced off against the members of the Feng Family.
Liu Yu’s gaze sharpened as he looked into the shield under the flickering lights of the scattered flames.
The sporadic firelight illuminated his face, making it flicker like a death reaper hunting for souls, causing the remaining members of the Feng Family to feel immense fear and hatred.
At that moment, the Feng Family finally lost their composure, and someone spoke up:
"Liu Daoyou, why do you come to our Feng Family? If there are any wrongdoings on our part, feel free to point them out, and we will rectify them immediately!"
Although Feng Guangyou was grieving deeply due to the heavy losses of his family, at this critical moment for their clan, he had to force a ghastly smile in an attempt to defuse the impending disaster.
"The Feng Family has always kept to themselves, and the offerings every year have never decreased. Daoyou Liu, do you think there might be some misunderstanding here?"
At this moment, Feng Tianwei spoke up. The protective formation of the ancestral hall had stabilized, allowing him to momentarily withdraw his attention.
He stepped to the edge of the formation, looking at the group gathered around Liu Yu, guessing that this was the representative stationed by Yuan Yang Sect, and he cupped his hands, trying to appease him.
Feng Tianwei was remarkably gifted, leading the Feng Family to rise from the bottom out of the three families to become the strongest in this area. He was not lacking in strategies or cultivation, and had his own pride. Yet now, for the survival of his family, he put aside his pride and lowered his head.
"Keeping to themselves?"
Liu Yu scoffed inwardly. If even colluding with cultivators of the Heavenly Harmony Sect could be considered keeping to themselves, then nothing was out of line. The Feng Family was still trying to quibble at this moment, truly not seeing the coffin until they shed tears.
But before Liu Yu could speak, someone grew impatient and interrupted.
"Keeping to themselves, is it? Does colluding with cultivators of the Heavenly Harmony Sect to stir chaos in Qingzhou also count as keeping to themselves?"
"Currently, there’s irrefutable evidence. We have come under orders from the sect to eliminate the unlawful, and you Feng Family still dare to argue?"
Gongsun Cang’s face was filled with hatred. The grudge of having his son killed and the pain of losing him twisted his features. The son who was killed was his best one with a powerful spiritual root, intended to be groomed as the heir. At this moment, the rage and hatred in his heart were reignited; he only wanted to see the Feng Family wiped out!
"Thanks to Daoyou Liu’s keen insight, your schemes did not succeed this time!"
"Hurry and surrender, confess everything, and perhaps Daoyou Liu, in his mercy, will leave you a few lives!"
Hou Yanze, dressed in white, waved a black folding fan lightly, imposing and aggressive, while also not forgetting to flatter Liu Yu a few times.
The three families had deeply entrenched grievances over the competition for resources in cultivating immortality. At this moment, the Hou Family and Gongsun Family wanted to eliminate the Feng Family even more than Liu Yu did.
"Daoyou Liu, don’t be misled by the incitement from these two families; there must be some misunderstanding in this!"
"As long as you can retreat now, feel free to make any demands, and the Feng Family will definitely meet them with all our might!"
Feng Tianwei, leading the rise of the Feng Family, could be considered a hero. At this moment, however, he still maintained a composed demeanor while looking at Liu Yu, offering excuses for the Feng Family and promising a slew of benefits.
"Daoyou Guangyou, who would have thought that after parting at the Pavilion in the Heart of the Lake, we would meet again so soon? Who knew that a mere jest would turn prophetic."