Chapter 152: A wedding turned into a funeral! Shock!

"What?!"

Jiang Ye was slightly taken aback.

He lowered his eyes to look at Xu Qinghuan's glistening, watery eyes, a trace of subtle astonishment appearing on his face.

No way.

This woman.

Is her courage actually this great...?

Even though not long ago she just...

"Jin Hai's head is still right there beside us."

Jiang Ye gave a light cough.

Xu Qinghuan cast a casual glance at the severed head lying at her feet, took a deep breath, and lowered her voice until it was as thin as a mosquito's hum:

"Master Jiang..."

"Isn't this..."

"Even more exciting...?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ye was uncharacteristically silent.

He did not know how much time had passed.

"Ugh..."

Jin Yu, who had fainted on the ground, furrowed her brows, her eyelids fluttering slightly as she finally began to slowly wake up.

The moment she woke, her mind was a complete blank.

A look of confusion even flashed across her eyes as she muttered to herself: "Strange... why am I here...?"

The next instant.

Her gaze suddenly froze.

She saw Jin Hai's head not far away.

That dark, wide-eyed head, staring in death, lay quietly under the moonlight; the blood had already drained away, leaving only a dark red stain on the ground.

"Ah—!!!"

She let out another shrill scream that didn't sound human, the sound piercing the night sky and startling the birds roosting in the distance.

Her whole body trembled violently, her hands pushing against the ground as she scrambled backward, her legs kicking wildly, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

Immediately after, the previous scenes replayed in her mind...

The figure that had walked across the water, the golden blade crushed by those two fingers, the water dragon that devoured everything...

And that terrifying figure who called himself the 'Head-Chopping Demon'.

Her face was smeared with tears and snot.

She also saw a graceful figure lying limp not far away.

It was Xu Qinghuan!

Jin Yu didn't even dare to go forward to confirm if Xu Qinghuan was still alive.

Her body couldn't stop shaking, her face a mess of tears and snot, her mouth emitting incoherent whimpers.

She tremblingly twisted her bloated body, using both hands and feet like a frightened stray dog, crawling in a panic toward the direction of Jin Chen Peak, stumbling and nearly falling several times, yet not daring to look back even once.

Jin Chen Peak.

The residence of the inner-sect disciples.

Inside the guest hall, candles were burning bright, and wine cups were being exchanged.

The Jin family members were still drinking joyfully, their laughter, toasts, and flattery weaving together into a lively scene.

Especially Jin Hai's father, Jin Mo, who was drinking until his face was glowing red.

His dark face was now flushed with the alcohol, revealing a rare sense of pride and satisfaction.

He held his wine cup, squinting his eyes as he listened to the people around him offering constant flattery.

They said he had raised a good son, that Jin Hai was the strongest inner-sect disciple of the Profound Heaven Sect, and that the Jin family would surely rise to a higher level in the future. A smile grew even wider on Jin Mo's face, his satisfaction evident.

Just then, the sound of panicked footsteps came from outside the door, hurried and heavy, as if someone were running for their life.

Everyone looked toward the sound, and the person who appeared was actually Jin Yu.

At this moment, her face was full of terror, her body trembling, her hair disheveled, her dress stained with mud and grass, and her face streaked with tears and snot.

She looked indescribably wretched, no longer resembling the young lady of the Jin family at all.

Once inside the guest hall, Jin Yu seemed unable to hold herself up any longer; her legs went soft, and she fell heavily to the ground, her knees hitting the floor with a dull thud.

Jin Mo, who had been full of satisfaction, frowned slightly and said coldly: "Are you in such a rush to be reincarnated...? Making yourself look like this..."

Jin Yu tremblingly raised her head, her dark face covered in tear tracks, her lips quivering, her voice distorted: "Father!!! Something terrible has happened!!! My brother... he was killed by the 'Head-Chopping Demon'..."

As soon as these words were spoken.

"Clang—"

The wine cup in Jin Mo's hand dropped to the floor, shattering into pieces, the amber liquid splashing everywhere and reflecting a dull luster in the candlelight.

The previously noisy guest hall fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone's smiles froze on their faces, as if gripped by an invisible hand, even forgetting to breathe.

The clinking of cups, the toasts, and the flattery all came to an abrupt halt at this moment.

After a long while, Jin Mo finally snapped out of it as if waking from a dream.

His face was full of disbelief, his eyes, reddened by alcohol, wide open, his lips quivering as he said in a trembling voice:

"Yu'er, you... you must be joking with me..."

While speaking, he even reached out and pinched his own thigh hard, wanting to test if he had drunk too much and started dreaming.

Yet the sharp, clear pain reminded him like a needle prick—he was not dreaming.

"Father... I didn't..."

"I wasn't joking..."

"It's true, that 'Head-Chopping Demon' killed Big Brother for the sake of a True Yin Body..."

Jin Yu was streaming with tears, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, her eyes filled with terror—a terror even deeper than her tears, as if it had been carved into her bones.

The next instant, the entire guest hall was enveloped by a daunting, sharp aura.

That aura was as fierce as a blade and as cold as ice, pressing down on everyone until they could barely breathe.

A middle-aged man dressed in pale gold robes, tall and thin, naturally browless, with a cold and stern face, appeared at the entrance of the guest hall.

His eyebrows were so faint they were almost invisible, and his long, narrow eyes were filled with cold light, like two unsheathed sharp swords that made one afraid to look directly at them.

This person was none other than the Peak Master of Jin Chen Peak, Lu Xiao.

He took a step, and in an instant, he was before Jin Yu. His withered yet powerful hand shot out, grabbing her thick, fat neck and lifting her up with ease.

Jin Yu's feet left the ground, her bloated body dangling in the air, and a "he-he" sound came from her throat, but she could not utter a single word.

Lu Xiao's voice was like cold ice, enunciating every word:

"What did you just say?"

Jin Yu trembled all over, crying as she recounted that nightmare-like scene in fragments...

From the eerie figure on Tianqing Lake, to Jin Hai attacking and having his golden blade crushed by two fingers, to that water dragon that devoured everything, to the old man who called himself the "Head-Chopping Demon."

With every sentence she spoke, the cold light in Lu Xiao's eyes grew more intense, and that sharp aura became increasingly fierce, pressing down until the surrounding candle flames were almost extinguished.

A moment later, Lu Xiao grabbed Jin Yu with one hand, and his entire body transformed into a brilliant golden light, like an unsheathed sharp sword, as he suddenly charged out of the guest hall.

That golden light tore through the night, moving with astonishing speed, leaving behind only a faint golden trail.

The people in the guest hall were also horrified and followed in succession.

Jin Mo stumbled as he ran at the front, his dark face twisted, his eyes burning with monstrous rage.

Jin Mu was being supported by others, her legs weak, nearly falling several times, muttering incessantly: "It can't be... it can't be..."