Chapter 619: Refusing the Cold Hall

Linghu Xing's body flew backward, like a stone shot from a slingshot, crashing heavily into the wooden screen at the head of the bed.

The screen shattered into pieces, wood shavings flew everywhere, and fragments scattered across the floor.

She slipped down from the screen's wreckage, fell to sit in the corner, one hand propping the ground, the other hand covering her chest, spitting large gulps of blood from her mouth.

The room fell silent in an instant.

Linghu Xing's gaze held shock, fear, and a hint of disbelief.

Linghu Dongyuan was stunned for a moment, then rushed forward quickly.

"Ah Xing!"

He crouched beside Linghu Xing, reaching out to help her…

But Linghu Xing raised a hand to block, indicating she was fine.

Her eyes stared fixedly at Jiang Feng, her pupils trembling slightly, her lips moving as she spoke in a voice with a quiver.

"A Martial Saint-level expert… you… you are a Martial Saint!"

Linghu Dongyuan's hand froze in midair.

He subconsciously assumed Linghu Xing was just recovering from a serious illness, her strength not yet restored, so his judgment was wrong.

But when he turned his head toward Jiang Feng, he saw Jiang Feng's calm face.

Linghu Dongyuan's spine suddenly went cold.

He looked again at Linghu Xing, at her eyes still bearing fear and shock.

What kind of person is Linghu Xing?

Half-step Martial Ancestor, a strongman just one step away from entering the Wu Zun Realm.

Her perception is among the top in the Linghu Family, and what she judges is rarely wrong.

In other words, Jiang Feng truly is a Martial Saint.

A buzzing sound rang in Linghu Dongyuan's brain, and his whole body felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him from head to foot.

A few days earlier, when Jiang Feng disappeared from Jiangcheng, he was only a Half-step Martial Ancestor.

Linghu Dongyuan himself was also a Half-step Martial Ancestor, and he could sense Jiang Feng's aura.

He knew that the young man's cultivation, though top among his peers, still had a gap before reaching a true Martial Saint.

But now?

In just a few days, that young man crossed a chasm that countless strongmen could not cross in a lifetime, standing at a height that even he could not look up to.

Linghu Dongyuan opened his mouth to say something, but not a single word could come out.

The Linghu Family has only three Martial Ancestor Strongmen, each an elder ancestor who has lived for over a hundred years, and they can stride through Kyoto, a place teeming with strongmen.

And Jiang Feng? How old is he really?

Not yet thirty, yet he has already entered a realm that countless people spend their whole lives never reaching.

A terrifying thought flashed through Linghu Dongyuan's mind.

If Jiang Feng's palm just now was not a casual swing but used full force!

What would Linghu Xing look like now?

He dared not imagine.

Striking a Martial Saint is a grave disrespect.

In any faction, disrespecting a Martial Saint is a capital crime.

Moreover, facing such a young Martial Saint strongman, whose future achievements are incalculable, if Jiang Feng, in a fit of anger, truly decided to kill Linghu Xing, even the Linghu Family's elder ancestors intervening immediately could not stop it.

Furthermore, offending such a young Martial Saint strongman, even for an ancient clan like the Linghu Family, is an extremely terrifying matter.

Linghu Dongyuan inhaled deeply, turned, faced Jiang Feng, and bowed.

His waist bent so low it was almost ninety degrees.

His hands pressed against his thighs, his fingertips trembling slightly, his voice carrying an unprecedented reverence.

"Lord Martial Saint, please forgive Ah Xing's offense."

"The Linghu Family is willing to make full restitution, only asking the Lord Martial Saint to calm his anger."

Jiang Feng stood there, lowered his head to look at the bowing Linghu Dongyuan, and glanced at the corner where Linghu Xing leaned against the screen wreckage.

Her complexion remained pale, blood still dripping from the corner of her mouth, but her gaze had changed.

Jiang Feng withdrew his gaze and spoke lightly.

"This time I can spare her life."

His voice was soft, his tone even, yet each word bore an undeniable authority.

"But you must clearly tell her what the world is like now. Do not be arrogant; offending a strongman, you never know how you will die."

After saying this, he did not look at them again, turned and walked toward the doorway.

The room now contained only Linghu Dongyuan and Linghu Xing.

After a long quiet, Linghu Xing slowly sat up from the corner, leaning against the pile of screen wreckage.

Her breathing had steadied somewhat, but her complexion was still terrible. She raised her hand, used the back of it to wipe the blood from her mouth corner, then looked at Linghu Dongyuan, her gaze full of confusion.

"Elder Linghu Dongyuan..."

Her voice had recovered a bit compared to before, yet still sounded weak.

"What sort of figure is this Jiang Feng, the Martial Saint?"

Linghu Dongyuan straightened his posture, exhaled. He looked at Linghu Xing, then glanced toward the doorway, his expression becoming extremely solemn.

"Ah Xing, you have been unconscious for so long, unaware of what has happened outside. This Jiang Feng…"

He paused, as if weighing his words.

"Perhaps he is the greatest variable for our Linghu Family's future."

Linghu Xing's eyebrows furrowed even tighter.

"Variable?"

Linghu Dongyuan nodded, walked to her side, squatted down, and lowered his voice.

"His background is very mysterious; it is said he is a descendant of Kunlun. He practices the Divine Medical Art, and his cultivation is even unfathomably deep. The incident between Xue Yan and him was also a mishap, but strictly speaking, he is now, in name, the Linghu Family's son-in-law."

Linghu Xing's complexion changed slightly, but they said nothing.

Linghu Dongyuan continued, his voice growing lower, bearing a solemnity that only the two of them could hear clearly.

"However, besides him, you need to pay even more attention to another person."

Linghu Xing lifted their head, looking at him with confusion.

Linghu Dongyuan's gaze met hers, and he spoke word for word.

"Your daughter, Su Xueyan."

Linghu Xing's body stiffened slightly.

"The family has already taken notice of her."

Linghu Dongyuan's words were like a Stone, striking the lake of Linghu Xing's heart and sending ripple after ripple. Her Mouth moved, as if to say something, but Linghu Dongyuan gave her no chance to speak.

"And also..."

His voice became even deeper, so deep it was almost like a whisper.

"Han Dian."

At those words, Linghu Xing's eyes instantly turned cold.

"Elder Dongyuan, what do you mean? Back then the family gave me a Promise: as long as I never acknowledge my daughter for life, the family will not use her as a Chip to exchange benefits with Han Dian!"

Linghu Dongyuan let out a long sigh.

"You did indeed make an agreement with the family, but Han Dian—can he be a rule‑abiding being? It is said that the one of Han Dian has already entered the Wu Zun Realm; he seeks to breach the Void. Su Xueyan is your biological daughter, and you should know what she means to that one of Han Dian!"