Chapter 523: Suicide!

Inside Hong Chengshi's villa, the living room's lighting was somewhat dim.

Hong Chengshi led the two inside and sat down on the sofa.

Jiang Yan and Jiang Feng also sat down.

Before Jiang Yan could speak, Hong Chengshi spoke first.

He looked at Jiang Yan, his eyes full of guilt, his lips trembling, his voice hoarse.

"Xiao Jiang, I'm sorry, it was the teacher who betrayed you."

The words made Jiang Yan collapse instantly.

Her tears surged out at once, streaming down her cheek.

She looked at Hong Chengshi, her eyes full of disbelief and pain, her voice trembling.

"Why? The teacher? Why?"

Her voice was loud, tinged with sobs, echoing through the living room.

"All these years you've been so good to me, like family. Why would you do this?"

Hong Chengshi lowered his head, unwilling to meet Jiang Yan's eyes.

He remained silent for a long time, as if gathering his words, then spoke slowly, his voice calm—so calm it chilled the heart.

"Since you and this young friend found this place, it proves you've already met those people from Kyoto."

He paused, then continued.

"In fact... I was also working for them."

Jiang Feng sat beside him, his expression calm, his gaze sharp as a blade.

He stared at Hong Chengshi and said lightly.

"Are you a member of the Eastern Family?"

The words caused Hong Chengshi's expression to change abruptly.

His pupils contracted briefly, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen.

He hadn't expected this youngster to know the Eastern Family!

The Eastern Family is one of Kyoto's Four Great Top-tier Clans, a lofty existence that ordinary people have never even heard the name of.

Yet this youngster not only knows it, but can instantly state his relationship with the Eastern Family.

Hong Chengshi's gaze at Jiang Feng changed.

He offered no rebuttal, merely nodded and gave a wry smile.

"That's right."

He leaned back on the sofa and let out a long sigh.

"It's not just me; many domestic experts in this field are employed by the Eastern Family. They fund our research, provide us with the best conditions, and the sole condition is that any valuable Ancient Script material we uncover must be handed over to them immediately."

Hong Chengshi, upon saying that, glanced at Jiang Yan, his eyes full of remorse.

"The reason I came to Jiangnan for work is also to find this information. Ninghai University may not be as renowned as Capital University, but it has its own strengths in Ancient Script research. I came here to access more local documents and excavated data."

He paused again, his voice dropping lower.

"So when you, Xiao Yan, first came to me with those photos, I knew I was close to completing the mission."

Jiang Yan's tears flowed even more fiercely; she bit her lip, trying hard not to cry out.

She finally understood that the teacher's kindness and care might have been partly genuine, but mostly for those photos.

All these years, she had regarded Hong Chengshi as her mentor, as family.

But in the end, she was merely a pawn in the teacher's mission.

Jiang Feng's expression darkened at the words; he hadn't expected the Eastern Family to have begun scheming to find these many years ago.

It wasn't just about inheriting the temporal-spatial law; there must be a larger plot behind it.

He asked immediately.

"What else do you know? Why is the Eastern Family searching for these? Have they already found something?"

Hong Chengshi's complexion grew paler, fine beads of sweat seeping onto his forehead.

His lips trembled, his eyes flickered, as if making a difficult decision.

He opened his mouth, about to speak.

In the next instant, the corner of his mouth twitched sharply, and his whole body shuddered violently.

A mouthful of black blood spewed from his mouth, splashing onto the coffee table, the dark blood staining the surface, a shocking sight.

Jiang Yan, seeing this, paled, leapt from her chair, and rushed to support Hong Chengshi.

She shouted urgently, her voice full of panic.

"Teacher! Teacher! What's wrong with you?"

Hong Chengshi's face was as pale as paper, his lips violet, his body collapsed on the sofa, trembling all over.

His breathing became rapid and weak, as if it could stop at any moment.

He forced his last ounce of strength, looked at Jiang Yan, his eyes full of guilt and reluctance.

His voice was so faint it was barely audible, yet each word seemed to exhaust his whole being.

"Xiao Yan, I'm... I'm sorry..."

He gasped, then continued.

"Don't fight them... you can't win..."

After saying that, Hong Chengshi's eyes slowly closed.

He tilted his head, his body collapsing on the sofa, motionless.

Jiang Yan held him, tears streaming down her face, shouting loudly.

"Teacher! Teacher! Wake up! You can't die!"

Jiang Feng also stepped forward, reached out and felt Hong Chengshi's pulse.

His eyebrows knit tightly, his complexion grew solemn.

"He should have a Poison Fang in his mouth, and just now he broke the Poison Fang."

Jiang Feng's voice was cold, as cold as winter wind.

"Poison has already entered the blood, spreading very quickly."

Jiang Yan lifted her head, looked at Jiang Feng, her eyes full of Despair and pleading.

"What should we do? Jiang Feng, save him! Please, you save him!"

Her voice trembled, Tears fell drop by drop onto Hong Chengshi's clothing.

Jiang Feng looked at Hong Chengshi, his expression calm, but a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Don't worry."

His voice was not loud, but each word was firm.

"I, Jiang Feng, decide who lives; even the King of Hell cannot take his life!"

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Feng acted.

He brought his right index and middle Fingers together, pointed at Hong Chengshi's chest, a gentle flow of Inner Force surged from his Fingers into Hong Chengshi's body, spreading rapidly along the Meridians.

That Inner Force was like a warm river, flowing through Hong Chengshi's body, pushing his internal toxins bit by bit toward his throat.

Hong Chengshi's complexion changed from ashen white to grayish, then from grayish to waxen yellow, and finally slowly gained a hint of blood color.

His Breath went from Weak to steady, and his heartbeat changed from erratic to regular.

Jiang Feng withdrew his Fingers, gently pressing at Hong Chengshi's throat.

Hong Chengshi's Mouth opened, a stream of black blood spurted from his Mouth onto the sofa, emitting a pungent fishy smell.

Jiang Feng glanced at the black blood, said lightly.

"Poison has already been forced out, the person is fine now. But he is old, his body is very Weakness, and needs proper recuperation."

Jiang Yan watched Hong Chengshi's complexion slowly recover, his Breath become steady, and the great weight in her heart finally settled.

She wiped her Tears, looked at Jiang Feng, her eyes full of gratitude.

"Thank you, Jiang Feng."

Jiang Feng shook his head, saying nothing.

He glanced at the unconscious Hong Chengshi, then at Jiang Yan, and said.

"When he wakes up, ask again whether there is any information."

Jiang Yan nodded.

Jiang Feng stood up, walked to the Window, looked at the campus outside the Window, his expression calm, but his Brain was racing.

"The Eastern family, not simple."