Chapter 714: Do You Still Remember Xie Yinniang?

Jiang Feng heard Xie Zhennan's words, but did not Immediately answer.

He was just Standing There, his white robe fluttering lightly in the night wind, moonlight striking from behind, coating his outline with a silver‑white rim.

His face revealed no joy or anger, yet something was churning in those eyes.

It was neither anger nor murderous intent, but something that had been buried at the bottom of his heart for many years and now was almost unable to be suppressed.

He stared at Xie Zhennan like that, for a long time.

So long that the people on the ground who had tilted their heads to watch began to stir uneasily.

So long that Zheng Tianxiong and Jun Aoshan both vaguely sensed something wrong, and finally a genuine hint of unease rose in Xie Zhennan's murky old eyes.

Then Jiang Feng spoke.

His voice was not loud, yet it reached each person's ear clearly. That voice carried an extremely restrained Cold Smile, as if squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Xie Zhennan, you don't remember me... then you must remember a woman called Xie Yinniang, right?"

When he uttered the three words Xie Yinniang, the moonlight in the night sky seemed to dim for an instant.

Xie Zhennan's whole body froze.

It was as if an invisible hand clenched his throat, blocking all his words at the back of his throat.

On his gaunt, withered face, the crisscrossing wrinkles suddenly seemed to be pried open by something, revealing beneath a pale, bloodless Leather.

His Pupils snapped shut to the size of a needle tip.

Standing not far behind him, Jun Aoshan and Zheng Tianxiong both saw a scene they would never forget in their lifetimes.

Xie Zhennan, this old monster who, even as Mount Tai collapses before him, remains unchanged in color, now had his fingers Trembling.

It was not a slight tremor, but an uncontrollable Trembling.

Those hands, gaunt as old tree roots, hung at his sides, all ten fingers vibrating with a minuscule amplitude at a rapid frequency, like an elder frozen through in the bitter midwinter month.

"Xie... Xie Yinniang..."

Xie Zhennan's Mouth trembled for a while before he squeezed those words out of his throat.

His voice had completely changed.

No longer the calm, steady as a Mountain, still as an ancient well that he had just before, but a whisper drawn from deep within his soul, trembling and fearful.

He looked at Jiang Feng, at that young face, at those eyes calm yet as cold as Ten Thousand-year ice, and suddenly understood something.

Those eyes... whatever was in those eyes was too much like that person.

"You are..."

His voice choked, as if the words to follow were too heavy, heavy enough that his Mouth, which had lived so many years, could not open.

But he still managed to say it.

"Are you here for revenge?"

The moment that sentence left his lips, everyone on the ground froze.

And Xie Zhennan at this moment could no longer mind their gazes.

All his attention was locked onto Jiang Feng.

His Breath became rapid and erratic, his chest heaving violently, as if something pressed him and he could not breathe.

He had lived so many years, witnessed countless storms, slain countless people, yet never had any moment made cold seep out from the gaps in his bones as now.

Xie Yinniang.

That name had been buried in his Memory for nearly thirty years.

He thought he had long forgotten, thought the events of that rainy night had rotted into the earth with time.

But when those three words left Jiang Feng's Mouth, everything he had deliberately erased from his Memory was as if a knife had gouged them out from the deepest part.

He remembered that face. That stubborn, never‑bowing face.

He remembered that rainy night.

The sound of rain striking the eaves, the distant faint thunder, and her heart‑rending Cry.

He remembered everything.

Jiang Feng watched the ever‑changing expressions on Xie Zhennan's face...

From shock to fear, from fear to guilt, from guilt to a near‑Collapsing panic.

A hint of Cold Smile lifted at his Mouth corner.

The smile was faint, as faint as a sliver of cold light reflected off a blade.

Yet everyone felt from that smile a pressure colder than when he had just single‑handedly faced the two Great Martial Venerables.

It was not the oppression of power.

But a hatred buried for many years, now finally seeing the light of day.

"Revenge?"

Jiang Feng repeated those two words, his Tone flat as if stating an unimportant trivial matter. Yet that very flatness deepened the fear in Xie Zhennan's heart.

If the earlier Jiang Feng was a sword drawn from its sheath, sharp and flamboyant, then now he was a knife still hidden in its sheath.

You cannot see the blade, yet you can feel the chill emanating from the sheath, ten times colder than a sword drawn.

He took a step forward.

Just one step. Yet when that step pressed into the void, the entire night sky Trembled.

It was not an illusion, but a tangible vibration.

Moonlight flickered for an instant, as if stirred by something, and everyone on the ground felt a barely perceptible tremor under their Foot, like a prelude to an earthquake.

Xie Zhennan instinctively stepped back.

He had lived so many years, and never had anyone forced him to retreat this step.

But now he retreated.

Jiang Feng's gaze locked on his face, Mouth moved, and every word he uttered was like a nail driving into Xie Zhennan's Bone.

"Do you think... if I only came to take revenge..."

He paused.

"Do you even deserve to be alive, Standing until now?"

The moment the words fell, a white light burst from his body, illuminating the entire night sky.

That white light arrived too Suddenly, too violently, so that everyone on the ground instinctively raised their arms to shield their eyes.

Zheng Tianxiong and Jun Aoshan almost simultaneously triggered Protective True Qi, but found they could not block it at all. That white light pierced their True Qi Barrier, pierced their eyelids, and drove straight into the depths of their Awareness.

That was not light.

It was killing aura.

It was the killing aura that had been simmering for nearly thirty years, pressed at the deepest layer of a heart, and at this moment finally burst open.

When the white light faded, everyone saw a scene that would stay unforgettable for the rest of their lives.