CHAPTER 455: CHAPTER 278: THE AWKWARD MEETING THE PARENTS SESSION_2

The swarm of Gu worms in the sky didn’t directly pounce on Yin Xue; instead, it circled around and filled the surroundings, with the insects arriving before the people. Watching the spectacular scene, Jiang Feng couldn’t help but lean closer to Cen Yueyue and lower his voice.

"Yue Yue, aren’t we being a bit unfair?"

"Oh? What’s unfair about it?"

The young and haughty lady had no burden on her mind and instead seemed rather proud, exemplifying the saying, ’a dog flaunting its power because of its master’s influence,’ to the fullest.

"Weren’t we supposed to let the young ones spar? Yin Xue seems to be at the early Nascent Soul stage, right? Although I don’t know how that evil cultivator ended up like this, wasn’t this supposed to be about honing us...?"

"Hmph, who told her to shamelessly act first?"

The girl just shook her head dismissively and said with disdain, "What business does an old witch in the Body Integration Realm have bullying us by lowering her cultivation level? The family only told us to practice more, not to send us to our deaths."

"If it were a regular early Nascent Soul, they wouldn’t care, and I wouldn’t have called for help myself. Losing would just mean I’m not capable enough. But what does this old witch count for?"

"That shameless old hag even used the Blood Demon Curse! It’s a high-grade Earth Rank technique, infinitely close to Heaven Rank. What, do you plan to have a go at her?"

Jiang Feng shook his head like a rattle drum.

Upon hearing the words ’infinitely close to Heaven Rank,’ he immediately became compliant.

The last time they had a head-on clash with an Earth Rank magic treasure, it nearly wiped out all four of them from the Purple Cloud Palace. If he hadn’t gone crazy and with the help of his senior sister, they’d probably already be three feet under.

Though he’s confident, he isn’t foolish.

"You disciples from the Central Plains, especially those from reputable sects, probably haven’t had much contact with evil cultivators. It’s different for us in the Southern Border. Hmph, there are always a few dishonest families scheming to get their hands on evil cultivation techniques. This wicked woman has been gone for years; who knows which family she’s hiding with to recuperate?"

Jiang Feng furrowed his brows.

Evil cultivation is considered the bottom line in the Cultivation World; generally, anyone who uses human lives for artifact refining or cultivation will be met with a group assault.

He just didn’t expect that some families in the Southern Border would set their sights on such things. No wonder this girl holds such a grudge against her own forces, preferring to ally with cultivators from the Central Plains or even the Northern Territory than seek help locally in the Southern Border.

"The Blood Refining Technique is one that, once used, will certainly provoke cultivators worldwide to attack in unison. According to our Cen Family Village records, this old witch was wreaking havoc and treating human lives as weeds in the Southern Border two hundred years ago, refining at least five or six cities worth of lives."

"Later, during border conflicts, with countless deaths and injuries, all the bodies mysteriously disappeared. Her Blood Demon Curse reached minor success, claiming at least hundreds of thousands of lives on her hands."

"Ha, just where do you think all that shattered blood and flesh came from during our fight?"

"Regardless of what she’s done or her repulsive technique, this witch deserves to die a million times over. If we get sidetracked in battle and let this monster escape to harm the common folk, will you take responsibility?"

"Would you let this witch escape just to save face?"

Cen Yueyue’s expression carried a hint of a cold smile, her tone rarely tinged with reprimand. Yet, these words sent shivers down Jiang Feng’s spine, making him immediately realize his mistake.

His primary identity now is that of a cultivator.

Only secondly is he a sect disciple.

Jiang Feng was fixated on his senior sister’s instructions to use this time for more practice, used to his senior sister’s indifference. However, the practicalities of the Cultivation World are much more complicated. Any rules can be relaxed when facing evil cultivators.

Even if it weren’t Cen Yueyue’s grandfather here today, but his own senior sister, just a shout of ’evil cultivator’ would have her come charging in with her sword to slay the witch on the spot.

Any mistakes they make could lead to irreversible consequences. If an evil cultivator escapes from their grasp, what scene would it be when cities are massacred?

Whose head would the lives lost be on? Even if it were unintentional, he might never forgive himself for letting the evil escape.

As he was speaking, the black mist approaching from afar slowly condensed into a human form.

An old man with a cane in one hand and his left hand behind his back walked leisurely across the chaotic battlefield.

He was still wearing those dark blue clothes paired with a black vest, and his head wrap looked dirty and worn, colors signifying age and seniority, with more wrinkles than a fly could be trapped between, seeming like nothing more than a simple old man from the Southern Border, devoid of any aura. Yet, Jiang Feng noticed the surrounding Gu worms, which were wriggling just moments ago, starting to come to a halt.

They solidified, like walls, unmoving.

His heart filled with shock, revealing terrifying control, though the most terrifying aspect was yet to come.

As the old man passed by his granddaughter, his cloudy eyes swept over Jiang Feng.

"Old, old senior... good, good evening."

It was done.

The façade broke.

Anyone would have a similar expression the first time they meet someone’s parents, even if it hadn’t been the case in his past life!

"Hmph."

A cold snort.

The action and sound were slightly familiar; there seemed to be a lineage in the way the grandfather and granddaughter snorted coldly, as he surveyed the wild boar nudging his family’s cabbage...

"True Sword Immortal disciples, nothing impressive."

Jiang Feng merely wiped away his nonexistent sweat, keeping a groveling smile and obediently taking the scolding.

However, Cen Yueyue wouldn’t sit idly by, her small hand directly hugging her grandfather’s withered arm. Though Cen Yueyue wasn’t as striking as Liu Tangxi or Bai Yu, she still ranked high among Southern Border women.

Even taller than her elderly grandfather, she pointed to the little girl with pigtails trapped in the distance.

"Grandfather, it’s she who bullies your granddaughter!"

"She’s pretending to be a child at her age to deceive others. Zhuang Zhuang was hurt by her, and your granddaughter’s sweetheart was nearly killed by her. No matter what, you have to get justice for me."

"If she gets away, what if your granddaughter gets targeted in the future? She’ll definitely pin her debts on our Cen Family Village. Grandfather, you must ensure she’s obliterated and never reborn."

"Otherwise... otherwise, I’ll run off with him to the Purple Cloud Palace!"

Crack!

The old hand, like dried bark, swollen with veins, clutched the cane tightly, making a creaking sound, scaring Jiang Feng into a tremble, his legs practically giving out beneath him.

Don’t, don’t involve me when you’re bargaining with your old man! I’m innocent here, just because the old man can’t bear to hit you doesn’t mean he won’t hit me!

Surprisingly, Yin Xue seemed unfazed in this situation, a sneer emerging as she looked at the old man, even taking the initiative to speak.

"Old fool, I didn’t expect you to grow so frail in just two hundred years. Your power hasn’t increased and has instead declined; it never took you this long to set up the Obscuring Sky Array before."

Indeed, they were old acquaintances; she wasn’t boasting.

Yet Cen Yongsheng only calmly inserted his cane into the ground, both hands gripping it.

"To deal with a cowardly scoundrel like you, it’s more than sufficient. And you? After two hundred years, your cultivation has regressed to a low-grade Nascent Soul. You’re something else."

"Hehehe, unlike you old bones, I don’t wait for death. Regret not cooperating back then? If you hadn’t rejected learning my Blood Cultivation Technique, would you be so old now?"

"You think everyone is as afraid of death as you? Saying things like ’no destruction, no construction,’ with your abilities, even if you infiltrated the Phoenix Heavenly Cave, you’d probably die at the hands of future generations."

Yin Xue originally intended to say more, but the old man merely shook his head, eyes devoid of sorrow or joy, raising his cane to leave just one word.

"Die!"