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Just as this oppressive atmosphere was about to reach its peak, a commotion broke out on the dock.
It's Deng Baichuan! Deng Gong is back!
This chief minister of the four great families, the most loyal and hardworking man of the Murong clan, seemed to have aged twenty years in an instant.
His face, which always carried a hint of seriousness and composure, was now etched with sorrow and exhaustion.
Behind him, a woman dressed entirely in white mourning clothes and with her face veiled in white gauze was being supported.
Deng Baichuan ignored everyone's questions, his face grim, and led Wang Yuyan straight towards the council hall that symbolized the highest power of the Murong clan—"Xingfu Hall."
The news spread throughout the entire village immediately.
A moment later, the Xingfu Hall was brightly lit.
Several elders from the collateral branches of the Murong clan, along with the core members who remained in the manor, all gathered here.
Their faces were grim as they looked at Deng Baichuan, who stood in the center of the hall, and the white-clad woman beside him who seemed to be teetering on the brink of collapse, like a candle in the wind.
"Deng Gong!"
An elderly uncle with a white beard, the most senior member of the clan, spoke in a dry voice, "You're back."
The head of the family..."
Deng Baichuan's lips trembled a few times.
Two streams of murky tears streamed down that weathered old face.
Finally, it could no longer control itself and rolled down.
He suddenly turned around and faced the plaque hanging high in the hall that read "The Legacy of the Great Yan Dynasty." His knees buckled, and he knelt down heavily!
"This old servant is incompetent!"
He pounded his head on the ground and let out a heart-wrenching howl like a wounded old wolf: "This old servant... failed to protect the young master!"
"My lord...he...he has...died in battle!"
"what?"
These words were like a bolt from the blue, striking everyone in the hall so hard they were scorched and bruised!
The entire hall fell into a deathly silence in an instant.
Immediately, an even bigger uproar erupted, filled with shock and disbelief!
"impossible!
"Young Master's 'Shifting Stars' divine skill has reached the Innate Realm; who in the Jiangnan region can harm him?"
"Deng Baichuan!"
Explain yourself to me!
what is going on!"
Amidst this chaos, Wang Yuyan made her move.
She slowly removed the white veil from her face, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face, now streaked with tears and filled with endless sorrow.
Her almond-shaped eyes, which should have been clear and bright, were now red and swollen, filled with a sorrow that could break the heart of any man with a heart of stone.
"Dear uncles and elders..."
Her voice was soft and trembling, as if it would dissipate with a gust of wind, yet it was clear and overpowered all the noise.
She took two steps forward, her body frail and boneless.
It swayed, as if it might collapse at any moment.
Deng Baichuan quickly got up and helped her up.
She leaned against Deng Baichuan's arm, as delicate as a white camellia ravaged by a storm, her voice trembling with sobs as she recounted the conflict that had occurred in the Langhuan Jade Cave in a carefully crafted manner, filled with blood, tears, and humiliation.
In her narrative, Murong Fu is no longer a loser who suffers a crushing defeat due to inferior skills, but a tragic hero who single-handedly confronts a peerless demon in order to protect his family's honor.
"That...that man named Wang Meng, he's not even human!"
Wang Yuyan's body trembled violently, as if she had returned to that unbearable scene: "He...he is a demon in human skin!"
My cousin's "shifting stars" is so ingenious.
But in that person's eyes, it was like a child's trick.
Her voice was filled with fear; every word was like a small hammer, striking the hearts of all the Murong clan members present.
"That wasn't a fight at all!"
She suddenly raised her head, her red, tearful eyes fixed on the elders in the hall whose faces were growing increasingly grim: "That was a massacre!"
A deliberate and vicious act of humiliation directed at my cousin!
She stretched out her slender, snow-white finger and pointed to her cheek, her voice shrill and desperate.
"He...he even humiliated me in front of everyone...he said...he said my cousin was dead...I...from now on, I'm just his plaything!"
He said he would raze our Canhe Village to the ground and sink Yanziwu to the bottom of the lake completely..."
"shut up!"
The eldest uncle in the clan was so angry that he was trembling all over.
His old face turned a deep, purplish-red.
He slammed his hand on the table beside him, and a clear crack appeared in the hard mahogany!
"This is too much!
This is absolutely outrageous!
"If we do not avenge the murder of my patriarch, how can the Murong clan stand between heaven and earth?"
In an instant, the entire Xingfu Hall was completely ignited by a violent, humiliating rage!
All the clansmen, young and old, stood up, their eyes bloodshot and veins bulging, eager to draw their swords and charge towards Mantuo Manor to fight that so-called demon to the death!
Looking at the scene she had successfully stirred up, a cold, triumphant glint flashed quickly in the depths of Wang Yuyan's tearful eyes beneath her lowered eyelids.
It became.
The first step has been taken.
She has firmly bound this group of fools from the Murong family to the chariot of revenge.
"Everyone, please quiet down!"
Deng Baichuan stepped forward, his old face also filled with grief and indignation, but his voice remained steady and powerful: "Now that our young master has just passed away, our family cannot be without a leader for even a day!"
In my humble opinion, the most urgent task is to immediately invite an elder from the clan to take charge of the situation!
Then, let us gather all the forces at our disposal to avenge this blood feud for our lord!
His words were like a bucket of cold water, calming down the tribesmen who were blinded by anger.
Yes, Murong Fu is dead, who will run the family now?
Just as everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, and the atmosphere became strange and heavy once again.
An old, hoarse voice, as if it hadn't spoken for many years, suddenly rang out from the deepest shadows of the hall.
"What a... demon in human skin."
The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling quality that seemed to freeze one's very soul.
Everyone stared in horror toward the direction from which the sound came.
Beneath the high-hanging plaque, a figure had silently appeared, unnoticed at some point.
It was an old man dressed in gray cloth, his figure withered, like a withered bamboo in the wind, with long gray and white hair casually draped over his shoulders.
He looked like an ordinary, old man on his deathbed.
But when he raised his head and revealed his eyes, everyone present, including Deng Baichuan, couldn't help but take a big step back!
The temperature in the entire Xingfu Hall seemed to drop to freezing point in an instant.
The raging anger and the deafening clamor were extinguished instantly, as if by a sudden blizzard.
"father……"
A trembling murmur, as soft as a mosquito's buzz and filled with disbelief, escaped from the mouth of an elder nearing sixty.
"father?"
"Impossible...it's...it's the old master of the manor?"
As soon as this statement came out, the whole hall was shocked!
All the members of the Murong clan in the hall wore expressions a hundred times more horrified than when they first heard the news of Murong Fu's death, as if they had seen a vengeful ghost in broad daylight!
Murong Long!
Murong Bo's father, Murong Fu's grandfather!
Even Deng Baichuan, who had been kneeling on the ground, suddenly raised his head, his old face filled with a complex expression of shock and ecstasy.
A tremendous storm raged in Wang Yuyan's heart!
For the first time, her brilliant mind, which had always believed it could manipulate everyone, felt an uncontrollable, icy chill.
All her schemes and inflammatory words were based on the premise that "Murong Fu is dead and the Murong family is leaderless."
But the old man who suddenly appeared before her, who should have been dead, was an enormous variable that completely exceeded her calculations!
Ignoring the shock of the crowd, Murong Long slowly swept his lifeless eyes across the faces of his trembling clansmen.
Finally, the image settled on Wang Yuyan's breathtakingly beautiful face, as she was being supported by Deng Baichuan.
He was not moved in the slightest by her beauty or her pitiful appearance.
His gaze was sharp, like two invisible scalpels, as if he wanted to dissect her flesh, her bones, and her internal organs layer by layer.
Examine her soul carefully to see if there are any lies or impurities hidden within.
Wang Yuyan felt as if, in that instant, she was being watched intently by a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.
For the first time, a subtle, undisguised stiffness appeared on her meticulously rehearsed, flawless expression of sorrow.