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Hearing the words of the newcomers, the people of Chidi Palace were bewildered: What was going on? How had their patriarch offended these people?

Yun Jingdan, sensing things were amiss, said, "Fellow Daoists, this is all a misunderstanding! The situation was dire at the time, and I feared the ancestral treasure might be lost, so I resorted to this desperate measure. I beg your forgiveness!"

Xuanjing replied, "Patriarch Yun, do not twist words. You clearly struck the old monk with your palm—was that, too, for fear the treasure would be lost?"

Yun Jingdan was momentarily speechless. "I admit my mistake. Perhaps I acted out of haste and unintentionally injured the master. I ask for your pardon!"

Xuanjing was silent for a long moment before slowly saying, "Amitabha, monks are compassionate... The sea of suffering has no bounds; turn back and you will reach the shore. I hope you will conduct yourself well, Daoist Yun."

Yun Jingdan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Fellow Daoists, please come into the palace for a chat. The matter of the treasure can be discussed later. But this young man has injured my Yun family’s junior—he cannot be allowed to go unpunished!"

The demon cultivator said angrily, "You caused the death of Qin’s companion. Do you think others will let you go?"

The group was arguing incessantly when suddenly, from the horizon, a mass of cultivators swept in like a dark cloud, numbering a thousand strong. Each was tall and imposing, with fierce expressions. They arrived without a word, faces solemn. Two among them approached Qin Yue, lowered themselves to one knee, and declared, "Grin and Claw pay respects to our Lord!" The rest knelt in unison, shouting, "Greetings, Lord!"

Qin Yue remained motionless, standing quietly.

Everyone was confused by the scene: Lord? What sect was this? How had they never heard of it?

Xuanjing asked, "Daoist Qin, what is the meaning of this?"

Qin Yue replied coolly, "Extermination."

With these words, the crowd truly began to panic: This cultivator was not joking—he had brought so many people!

Those who had little or no connection to the Yun family started slipping away, thinking, "Blades and swords know no mercy; life is precious. What if a real fight breaks out?" Some hesitated, worried, "Is it okay to leave now? If the Yun family wins, will they ever take me back?" Seeing many had already fled, they decided their own lives were most important and left as well.

In a flash, the entrance to Chidi Palace was a sea of fleeing heads; all those who worked odd jobs for the Yun family to earn spirit stones vanished instantly.

Some timid Yun family members tried to sneak away with the crowd, only to be dragged back and beaten by their furious kin: "The family is in crisis—how can you run? If we die, we die together!"

Xuanjing, upon hearing Qin Yue’s words, was horrified. "Daoist Qin, you must not! This would violate the heavenly order—the Yun family disciples are innocent. How can you take lives for no reason?"

Qin Yue asked, "Was Xiao Yu guilty?"

Xuanjing earnestly replied, "Amitabha, this was the patriarch’s wrongdoing. Daoist Qin, settle matters with him alone—do not harm the innocent."

Qin Yue was silent for a moment. "The incense stick’s time has passed. Grin, Claw, surround the area and prepare to capture everyone alive. Let none escape."

Grin and Claw responded together, "Your orders, Lord!"

A band of fierce subordinates, once notorious criminals, received their Lord’s command and surrounded Chidi Palace menacingly.

Yun Jingdan sneered, "You think you can destroy my Yun clan with just these Foundation Stage cultivators?"

Qin Yue replied calmly, "Whether we can or not, we’ll soon see."

With that, the golden dragon behind him soared and spiraled upward, transforming high in the clouds into a tiny golden bullet, spinning and accelerating, streaking toward the grand array like lightning. The bullet struck the barrier, erupting in a burst of white light that left everyone dizzy. As their vision cleared, they saw the array had been forcibly destroyed.

The Yun clan disciples were deeply alarmed, hastily forming defensive formations. The Heaven-defying Palace disciples surged in with the broken barrier, unleashing their ferocity—killing and arson were their former specialties. Though they’d been restrained by the young mistress, their combat skills had only improved. Now, under their Lord’s indulgence, they acted with ruthless confidence, like wolves among sheep; yet, with orders to capture alive, they held back somewhat. The two sides clashed fiercely. Each captured Yun disciple had their meridians sealed and was tossed onto a pile to prevent self-destruction.

The fleeing laborers didn’t get far and gathered outside, anxiously watching the chaos. Once, they’d envied the Yun family; now, they secretly rejoiced—being born into a great sect carried its own dangers!

Yun Jingdan’s nearby cultivators, seeing their juniors falter, snorted and pressed their magical tools to help. Before they could take a few steps, a shadow flashed before their eyes, and a cold, merciless voice sounded beside them: "Where do you think you’re going?"

Yun Jingdan roared, "You wretch! Today, all who offend the Yun clan shall be slain by my hand!" With a thought, his magic treasure struck at Qin Yue. His treasure was a firebox refined with fire essence, containing the “True Flame of Chidi” nurtured by the Yun clan for a thousand years—a true offensive flame, but due to Chidi Palace’s impure spiritual energy, it was weaker than the Supreme Yang True Flame.

As the firebox neared Qin Yue, he sensed its power, dodged lightly, and nodded, "So this is your reliance... Not bad. After my Supreme Yang True Flame devours it, I’ll have even more."

Yun Jingdan was furious. "Arrogant brat! Just a mere early Golden Core, and you think to claim my precious treasure!" He didn’t know that the youth before him had slain Golden Core cultivators wielding true flames while still at the Foundation Stage, and now could even contend with Nascent Soul elders.

Qin Yue said nothing more. With a thought, his golden dragon attacked the firebox, which erupted in red flames, transforming into a scarlet dragon. The two dragons tangled, biting and resisting, like twin dragons playing with a pearl, creating a spectacular scene for the crowd. Qin Yue, while controlling the golden dragon, transformed his palm into a blade, layered with crimson gold, and streaked toward Yun Jingdan like lightning. Yun Jingdan hadn’t expected a mere early-stage cultivator to have spare strength while dueling him, forcing him into a frantic defense. The scarlet dragon slowed, and the golden dragon seized the firebox.

Yun Jingdan felt a stifling pain in his chest and spat blood—the destruction of his treasure caused severe internal injuries. Qin Yue snorted coldly and, ghost-like, instantly sealed Yun Jingdan’s meridians and spiritual consciousness—Qin Yue’s spiritual sense now surpassed ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators, leaving Yun Jingdan with no resistance. The scarlet dragon, now uncontrolled, froze in midair and was devoured by the golden dragon, becoming a ball of flame returning to Qin Yue’s body for refining.

The remaining three Golden Core cultivators of the Yun clan were terrified: Who was this person, wielding such vast powers? What should they do?

One hesitated, face clouded, then gritted his teeth, turned on his magical tool, and tried to flee. Qin Yue snorted, and the man’s body froze, stumbling on his tool and falling—upon inspection, he was already unconscious. A gray-green flame then engulfed him, erasing him from existence.

This scene horrified everyone: If this man wanted to kill them, it would be as easy as plucking petals from a flower.

One Yun cultivator pondered for a moment, then said, "Your powers are vast; I am powerless to fight. The grievances between you and the patriarch are yours to resolve. The Yun clan disciples are innocent—please spare them!"

Qin Yue’s expression was icy, as if he hadn’t heard.

Another, seeing his demeanor, shouted angrily, "You fiend! Ruthless and cruel! I’ll fight you to the death!" He surged his spiritual power, intending to self-destruct. Qin Yue sensed the pressure and instantly retreated, casting a ball of ghostly blood poison flame that incinerated the man completely.

By now, the ground battle was over; all Yun disciples had their meridians sealed and were piled together. The Heaven-defying Palace disciples stood in orderly formation, awaiting orders.

Qin Yue looked coldly at the last Golden Core cultivator. "Will you make me act, or end yourself?"

The cultivator’s face was filled with grief and indignation. "You seek vengeance, but do you know that the dead cannot be revived? We knew nothing of this matter—what good does killing us do? Would those who have passed wish to see this?"

Qin Yue was silent for a moment, then replied coldly, "It seems you require me to act." With a flash, he subdued the man and dragged him into Chidi Palace.

Grin stepped forward. "Lord, all have been seized!"

Qin Yue seated himself in the main hall, voice chilling. "Find the Yun family genealogy and verify everyone. If anyone is missing, capture them immediately!"

Grin replied, "As you command!"

Xuanjing, anxious, stepped forward. "Daoist Qin, this is not the way. I beg you to show compassion and avoid further bloodshed. You care deeply for young Luo, surely you are not without feelings. Do you realize that among the Yun disciples, there may be others as pure and kind as Luo? How can you bear to harm them?"

Qin Yue stared coldly at Xuanjing, his gaze devoid of warmth, as if his soul had changed—no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness. Even if the world were destroyed, it would not stir a shred of pity in him.

"Master... do not compare Xiao Yu with anyone else before me." His tone was calm and steady, but carried a chill that penetrated to the bone.

Xuanjing shivered inwardly: Qin Daoist has clearly fallen into madness...

At that moment, Yun Jingdan shouted from below, "You devil! Heartless lunatic! May you die a miserable death!"

Qin Yue replied coolly, "There’s a modern saying: ‘When you pull the trigger, you must be prepared to be shot.’ As a senior, when you kill, you should expect a day like this."

Yun Jingdan spat, "This was all my doing—I alone bear the consequences!"

Qin Yue shook his head. "To receive but not reciprocate is against propriety. You took from me what I cherished—I will take from you all that you cherish. This is the ancient teaching: ‘Repay a gushing spring with a gushing spring.’"

At that moment, Grin flashed forward, kneeling, and reported, "Lord! The Yun family genealogy has been found and verified! There are 1,832 members, not a single one missing. All are present! How shall we proceed?"

Author’s note: kilyou2004 threw a landmine

Mwahahaha~~~!!! So happy, another landmine! Thank you! I’m so delighted!

Qin the little attacker has gone dark! What should I do?! Will he incur the wrath of everyone?!

By the way, begging for a book review!

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