When it came to the Nalan Clan, Xiao Yan's hatred was second only to that which he bore for the Hun Clan and Yunlan Sect. And this hatred wasn't solely because of Nalan Yanran—it was more deeply rooted in that old bastard, Nalan Jie.
During the Path of Reincarnation, Xiao Yan, under the guise of Yan Xiao, had once removed the branding poison from Nalan Jie's body. That old man had sworn solemnly afterward that he would surely repay the favor one day. But when the time came—when Yun Leng and others surrounded Xiao Yan at the Yunlan Sect—Nalan Jie did absolutely nothing.
He said one thing, but did another. Even the Xiao Yan of the Reincarnation Path held considerable resentment toward Nalan Jie. So how could the current him feel anything less?
Long before he set foot in the imperial capital, Xiao Yan had already placed Nalan Jie on his list of vengeance targets. Letting this old man destroy his own family with his own hands? That kind of poetic retribution—was nothing short of beautiful.
This time, Xiao Yan once again removed the poison from Nalan Jie's body. However, while removing the old poison, he had also surreptitiously injected a neurotoxin hidden within the Netherworld Ghost Flame into his body. Just now, when he snapped his fingers, he activated that toxin—resulting in the unforgettable scene of "righteous execution of kin."
Under the influence of the neurotoxin, Nalan Jie's vision was warped. In his eyes, those before him were executioners raising blades to butcher his family. The faster he killed them, the more he could save. But the truth? It was the exact opposite.
"Xiao Yan! What… what did you do to my grandfather?!"
Nalan Yanran, still looking like a decrepit old woman, watched in horror. She tried to stand and intervene, but had only just staggered a few steps before collapsing again. Powerless, she could only watch her grandfather slaughter the entire Nalan Clan with his own hands.
"I didn't do anything. And frankly, I'm not interested in doing anything to him," Xiao Yan said lightly. "Judging from the situation, I'd say the old man must have realized all the terrible things the Nalan Clan has done, and in order to preserve the family's honor… made the noble decision to execute them himself."
Watching Nalan Yanran's despair, Xiao Yan felt immense satisfaction. He especially enjoyed seeing his enemies stuck between life and death—desperate, but unable to escape.
While Nalan Jie continued his brutal execution, Xiao Yan forcibly anchored Nalan Yanran in place, making her watch the massacre unfold in its entirety. She would have rather died on the spot, but Xiao Yan wouldn't allow it. After all, she was the lead actress in today's grand performance.
Soon, all members of the Nalan Clan present had been thoroughly wiped out. The vast plaza was littered with corpses piled high before Nalan Jie. Many of them died with disbelief etched into their faces—unable to understand why their patriarch had suddenly gone mad and murdered them all.
The once-renowned Nalan Clan of the Jia Ma Empire had been reduced to just two people—an old man and a broken woman—in mere minutes. This nightmarish scene filled the spectators with unprecedented dread. They vowed on the spot to never cross Xiao Yan, because in comparison, death seemed like mercy.
"This guy… he's a demon incarnate," Jia Xingtian muttered inwardly.
Back when Yan Xiao had spoken to them in such a kind tone, they had considered him a promising youth—a future pillar of the empire. Looking back now, that kind persona had been nothing but a mask. If Xiao Yan had targeted the Jia Ma Empire instead of the Nalan Clan, then the royal family might have shared the same fate.
Even Hai Bodong was shocked. He had seen many ruthless sides of Xiao Yan during their time in the Black-Corner Region. Yes, Xiao Yan had been merciless before—wiping out clans, desecrating graves—but not to this degree. What he did to the Nalan Clan… this was a first.
"What on earth did the Nalan Clan do to deserve this level of hatred…?"
After Nalan Jie finally killed the last of his clan, Xiao Yan snapped his fingers again, deactivating the neurotoxin. Nalan Jie's senses returned.
The moment he saw the carnage before him, he froze. As if he simply couldn't believe what was happening.
Always eager to help and care for others, Xiao Yan decided to be extra thoughtful—he replayed everything Nalan Jie had done in vivid detail inside the old man's mind. Not only did he cure the old man's mental deterioration, he even delivered all the emotions—the despair, rage, and betrayal of the victims—directly into his soul.
Now fully aware of his actions, Nalan Jie stood there blankly. After a moment, the overwhelming grief exploded. His head tilted back as he vomited blood violently.
He turned toward Xiao Yan, his bloodshot eyes filled with disbelief and agony. He tried to raise a trembling finger and say something, but could only cough up more blood before he even got a word out.
"No need to thank me," Xiao Yan said cheerfully. "Helping others brings me great joy."
Then, as if remembering something, he added with a devilish grin, "You know, Nalan old man, your noble act of executing your own kin is truly admirable. But it's a shame—you should've left some descendants behind for the family name, right? How about this: I think you're still in good shape despite your age. Want me to find someone to help you take a new wife?"
"Puh!"
Nalan Jie spat blood from every orifice.
What truly made him snap was seeing Xiao Yan's eyes linger meaningfully on Nalan Yanran.
He had just slaughtered his entire clan with his own hands. He no longer had the dignity to keep living. But if Xiao Yan were to force him to do something else disgraceful—like remarry, or worse—he would become the world's laughingstock.
Heart wracked with despair, body weakened by the Netherworld Ghost Flame's corrosion, and driven to the brink by Xiao Yan's endless taunts, Nalan Jie collapsed backward.
Dead.
Dead from sheer fury.
"Grandfather!" Nalan Yanran screamed.
"He died? What a weak constitution," Xiao Yan said innocently.
He actually hadn't expected Nalan Jie to die so quickly. His plan had been to use him further—perhaps even have Nalan Jie kill Nalan Yanran in a twisted encore. But now the man had ruined that by dying early.
"What a pity… I had the next act all planned."
Xiao Yan sighed and shook his head, then slowly turned to look at the figures near Yun Yun.
"So then… have you prepared your final words, Yun Yun, Sect Master of Yunlan Sect?"
(End of Chapter)
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