The Song family disciples were pushed to their limits, their eyes burning with fierce determination as they threw caution to the wind. Each one put aside thoughts of life and death, holding only one resolve in their hearts.
The young miss had sacrificed everything for the Song family, handing over every treasure.
The good days they enjoyed were all thanks to her. If they faltered and caused the young miss to fall into danger, even if they survived, they would never forgive themselves.
Neither would the rest of the Song family.
Seeing the disciples fight as if their lives meant nothing warmed Song Qingyun's heart.
Song Huai and the others had red eyes, tightly clenching their fists.
"True child of the Song family," Song Qingyun shouted with pride, then called out loudly to the He family patriarch, "See this? Our Song disciples are no cowards. Don't think you can use that to threaten us! I said, if you want to enter the courtyard, you'll have to step over our dead bodies!"
"Yes, step over our dead bodies!"
The disciples joined the shouts, their voices deafening. Even Ning family patriarch's expression changed. The onlooking cultivators were moved and silently cheered for the Song disciples.
"These families are shameless, openly robbing and bullying the weak with their numbers!"
"Tch, so this is the 'grandeur' of the big families. The three great families are nothing more than common bandits!"
"Shh, keep your voice down. If they hear you, they'll kill you too. Their Yuányīng Zhēnjūn don't even spare Qi Refinement cultivators…"
Whispers spread, shattering the mysterious halo surrounding the three great families.
Now it was clear: these so-called top families were no different from common robbers, ruthless in pursuit of their goals.
Noticing the glances from the crowd, the faces of the family patriarchs darkened.
"Enough talk. Let's charge in first!"
Ning family patriarch grew anxious. The dragon's roar had long since ceased, and no one knew if something had changed. His curiosity about the Song family's secret rise was nearly unbearable.
"Charge!"
The Divine Transformation cultivators knew Song Qingyun would not back down. A ruthless gleam flashed in their eyes. If that was the case, they would show no mercy.
Exchanging looks, they unleashed their killing intent and attacked Song Qingyun and his three companions.
Below, the Nascent Soul cultivators renewed their battle.
Song family elders fought desperately to protect the disciples, shielding them at all costs. At this moment, everyone was fighting to protect the Song family.
This scene deeply stabbed at the He family patriarch's eyes. Could the He family match such unity?
He reflected honestly—he had invested much in his own family, but faced with this question, he found no answer. Deep down, something told him his disciples could never match that. Everyone had their own motives. When facing death, not everyone would fall selflessly for the family.
"If you insist on seeking death, then so be it!"
The He family patriarch's eyes flashed cold as he raised his sword and swung at the Song disciples.
"You shameless bastard!"
A Song family Nascent Soul elder roared in fury and charged to intercept, only to be stopped by another Nascent Soul cultivator.
Watching the sword strike down, the elder's eyes filled with rage.
"No—"
A cry escaped him as he spat a mouthful of blood.
The He family patriarch sneered and increased his spirit energy output.
If the sword struck, at least ten disciples would die.
Ha ha ha!
Silent laughter escaped the He family patriarch. His jealousy over these days had twisted his heart beyond repair. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction. As long as Song Qingyun suffered, he felt comforted.
Yet just as the sword was about to fall on the disciples, a gust of wind swept through.
In an instant, the Song disciples vanished from their spot.
Boom—
The sword struck the ground, missing completely.
All of this happened in a flash, too fast for the He family patriarch to wipe the smile from his face. By the time he reacted, the Song disciples had already been transported hundreds of meters away, near the street.
Then a red figure appeared in the crowd, radiating killing intent.
"Young miss?"
"Young miss!!!"
The disciples, who had thought death was imminent and had prepared themselves, were unexpectedly saved by the young miss. They stared at Song Wanníng with tears silently welling in their eyes.
Song Wanníng's anger burned inside, but her expression remained calm.
"You've done well. I will go avenge you. Just watch."
A fierce light flashed across her cold face as she looked toward the enemy.
"Hmph."
For treasure, these people were shameless to this extent. The hatred inside her boiled, blood-soaked memories from a past life flooding back.
Song Wanníng leapt forward, dashing toward the gate.
The disciples watched her silhouette, their hearts surging. Though outnumbered, the young miss said she would settle the score. There was no escape now. This was their unshakable trust in Song Wanníng. More than that, it was almost a form of faith.
"Wanníng!"
Song Qingyun and the others saw Song Wanníng return safely and their faces lit with joy. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The dark cloud hanging over them finally dispersed.
As long as Wanníng was safe, all was well.
"Song Wanníng…"
Others' expressions shifted when they saw her.
Song Wanníng was the Song family's most promising junior. She had advanced to Divine Transformation at a young age and was a formidable fighter.
She was a true force to be reckoned with.
But even her appearance could not change the overall situation. Five Divine Transformation cultivators still meant an overwhelming threat.
The real danger would come when reinforcements arrived.
Ning family patriarch's eyes flickered oddly, just as he prepared to order an attack.
He Xiao suddenly spoke, "Song Wanníng, you were the one in the courtyard earlier, weren't you? You're also the one who lured the dragon's roar out, right?"
He Xiao squinted, hatred pouring from his eyes. This woman had caused him to lose his proud sect leader status and become a laughingstock. That hatred had only grown with time. Now that he had caught his chance, he was determined to drag her down and make her die here.
His words immediately drew everyone's attention.
Song Wanníng had indeed just come out of the courtyard.
Had she just arrived through the teleportation formation, or had she been hiding inside all along?
Everyone's hearts filled with suspicion. The gazes falling on Song Wanníng subtly changed.