Peng Yu was always playing around. He had tried to intervene before, but every time, all he got was perfunctory promises. Afterwards, she would go on with whatever she wanted without any delay or consideration.
Over time, he gave up trying to control her, too lazy to waste energy on the matter.
Later, Peng Yu often caused trouble, but in the end, she always paid for her own mistakes. After so many years without any major incidents, he gradually stopped caring.
Who could have guessed that now, a huge surprise had arrived. The entire Feng family came knocking at their door, but Peng Yu was nowhere to be found.
It felt like he was being roasted over an open flame.
At this moment, he had no choice but to brace himself and face the situation.
"Patriarch Peng, hand over Peng Yu immediately. She dared to kill a disciple of the Feng family. Does she not even have the courage to take responsibility?" Elder Wulan stepped forward, and at his feet, a sea of swords suddenly erupted. The overwhelming pressure surged forward like a fierce tide.
The Peng family disciples felt as if their skin was being sliced by knives. Their blood surged violently inside them, as if the blades were scraping their bones, causing unbearable pain.
Patriarch Peng straightened his chest and shook violently, pushing back the pressure with a golden light radiating and trembling over his chest.
"Daoyou, it is not that I am unwilling to hand over Peng Yu. The truth is, Peng Yu has not returned at all. If you had not come knocking, I wouldn't even know about this..."
He sighed, speaking honestly.
Peng Yu had killed someone outside. Why would she still stay in the Peng family?
"Patriarch Peng, if that is the case, then call Peng Yu back immediately!"
Feng Jinchuan cut off his attempt to shirk responsibility. This time, Peng Yu had crossed the line. Compensation alone would not solve the problem.
His expression was cold and indifferent, yet his gaze was sharp and unyielding.
These words darkened Patriarch Peng's face. He gave a forced smile and raised his eyelids before taking out a communication talisman. He spoke to it, "Peng Yu, return to the clan at once! There is an urgent matter!"
After sending the message, he expressionlessly put away the talisman.
"That should be enough, right? It is not that we don't care, it's that we truly have no control over this matter."
All of them were Divine Transformation cultivators. Who didn't understand this truth?
At this level, no family could control them at will. This was all he could do.
Seeing Patriarch Peng's lazy attitude, Song Wanníng lifted her sleeve, pushed through the crowd, and charged forward.
"Patriarch Peng, you mean to say this has nothing to do with your Peng family? Besides Peng Yu, your Peng family must also provide an explanation today! Otherwise, don't blame me if Feng Youming kicks your front door down!"
Feng Youming was always hot-blooded and attentive to clan matters, especially when a fight was involved. He would never stay silent. If he didn't stand up now, suspicion would fall on him.
Those nearby reacted quickly, rolling up their sleeves, ready to fight. They glared furiously at the Peng family members as their energies surged wildly.
Feng Jinchuan said nothing. Patriarch Peng squinted but made no move.
He stared at Feng Jinchuan and snorted coldly in his heart.
How much did these people really care about Feng Liuguang's death?
They were only here for compensation.
Still, this was truly Peng Yu's fault for breaking the rules. Knowing he couldn't smooth things over directly, he sighed helplessly after a long look at Feng Jinchuan.
"Please come inside."
He signaled his clan members to clear the way and reluctantly led the way into the residence.
The Feng family members quickly followed.
Song Wanníng was about to go in when suddenly a hand shot out from beside her, gripping her wrist.
The long, slender fingers were sharply defined and cold to the touch, sending a shiver through her skin.
She turned sharply and met Feng Jinchuan's gray eyes.
Within them was a vast smoke-like sea, as if it could swallow whoever it chose.
"Patriarch, why are you holding me? Are you afraid I'll beat them to a pulp?"
Almost instinctively, Song Wanníng frowned in displeasure. Her heart raced for only a moment before calming again.
At this moment, Feng Jinchuan's seemingly casual grip was actually probing her vital point.
He still doubted her!
Song Wanníng's mood sank. She had completely imitated Feng Youming's habits, so why did Feng Jinchuan still suspect her?
Feng Jinchuan stared coldly, his gaze deepening.
"If a fight breaks out later, you lead the charge."
He released her wrist and quickly strode inside.
The oppressive aura overhead gradually dissipated, but Song Wanníng's heart grew more alert.
Habits were easy to mimic, but spirit roots and techniques...
Feng Youming had a pure wind spirit root, while she was a fire spirit root cultivator. These were completely incompatible.
How could she fool everyone?
If she were exposed, even these people alone could shatter this clone to pieces.
What should she do?
Song Wanníng's expression grew grave, but her steps quickened. Soon the group entered the inner hall.
Meanwhile, inside the mountain cave, Bai Yang just awoke from meditation. He exhaled deeply, very pleased with the speed of his cultivation here.
The Secluded Land was rich in spiritual energy, allowing cultivation with twice the results and half the effort. He did not want to stop.
But his master had yet to send any news, which made him uneasy. The Secluded Land was full of dangers. Was his master safe outside?
Just as he worried, the formation plate at the cave entrance suddenly responded.
Someone was coming.
Bai Yang's heart jolted. He immediately stood and looked out. A figure was rushing toward the cave. It was not his master.
Alarm bells rang in his mind. He quickly took out a communication talisman and sent a message to his master, then drew his treasure to prepare for battle.
But the figure's aura was vast and overwhelming, likely also a Divine Transformation cultivator. He was only a Golden Core early stage. How could he stand a chance?
Cold sweat broke out in his palm.
What could he do?
Would his master arrive in time?
This was no longer about hiding. It was about survival.
Just when his heart burned with anxiety, Peng Yu stopped outside the cave, irritation and gloom flashing across her eyes.
"Damn it, since when did Feng Youming start using formation plates?"
Anger flared inside her. She had assumed a natural formation would be enough, but Feng Youming had even set up a formation plate here.
"This is just a broken mountain cave. Is that really necessary?"
Feng Youming was usually carefree and reckless. She hadn't expected him to be so cautious.
Peng Yu frowned, troubled by the formation. If she forced her way in, Feng Youming would almost certainly sense it. But she had very few places left to hide. For now, the only option was to see if she could break these formation plates.
Thinking it over, Peng Yu began studying the formation carefully. She paced back and forth around the formation plate, calculating rapidly in her mind.
At this moment, Bai Yang inside the formation instinctively held his breath. Through the formation, they were almost face to face. He could even make out the other's eyelashes clearly.
Thump... Thump...
His heart raced.
If the other broke the formation, it would not hold.
"Master, please come back soon!"