Chapter 76: How Did You Know?

The disciples of the three-clan alliance, who had been scared out of their wits and had no will to fight, were like docile lambs in front of the Ji Clan disciples, whose eyes were all red with killing intent. Xia Daoming only killed three or four people casually.

The remaining disciples of the three-clan alliance were hacked to the ground one by one by the sorrowful and indignant Ji Clan disciples.

Some were even hacked until there wasn't an inch of complete skin on their bodies.

In the rain, one Ji Clan disciple after another knelt to the ground, tears and rainwater rolling down their faces together.

"Many..." Ji Yuanzhen struggled to walk toward Xia Daoming with his extremely weak body.

But before Ji Yuanzhen could finish his words, Xia Daoming had already rushed forward, supporting him, and said self-reproachfully: "Old man, I'm sorry, I came late."

"You..." Ji Yuanzhen's frail body trembled slightly, his turbid old eyes staring at Xia Daoming in surprise.

"Grandfather, he is my Big Brother Xia. When we left Li Cheng, he just happened to be on a long journey." At this time, Ji Wenyue stepped forward, supporting Ji Yuanzhen's other arm, and whispered in his ear.

"What?" Ji Yuanzhen's body shook again, and then he suddenly burst into loud laughter.

"Haha! Good, good, good!" Ji Yuanzhen's old tears streamed down, and his whole body suddenly swayed. If it weren't for Ji Wenyue and Xia Daoming supporting him, he probably would have been unable to stand and would have fallen to the ground.

It turned out that at this moment, the giant stone that had been pressing on Ji Yuanzhen's heart, the breath he had been holding, was finally released.

At this moment, his whole body suddenly became extremely weak.

"Grandfather, it's raining hard outside, I'll help you into the house." Ji Wenyue looked at Ji Yuanzhen, who looked terminally ill, and said with great concern.

"No need! I still have a few words to say to Elder Ding Bangning!" Ji Yuanzhen shook off Ji Wenyue's hand, looked at Xia Daoming again, and patted the back of his hand.

"Benefactor, from now on, the lives of everyone in the Ji Clan belong to you. I won't say thanks for this great kindness, but now I want to go and have a few words with that old guy."

"Old man, you are too kind." Xia Daoming hurriedly said, loosening his hand, his gaze looking at Ji Yuanzhen with awe as he used his long saber to support himself and walked step by step toward Ding Bangning, who was lying in the blood.

"Brother Bangning, one cannot be too ruthless in life! If you had left a way for our Ji Clan to survive, it wouldn't have ended up like this!" Ji Yuanzhen looked at Ding Bangning, his old tears streaming down.

"Yes, it's too late to regret now. But things are unpredictable. Brother Yuanzhen, don't be too proud. The four clans that hunted you down tonight didn't return; none of our four clans will let this go!" Ding Bangning said, his eyes revealing a vicious look.

"Proud? With so many disciples dead, what do I have to be proud of!" Ji Yuanzhen shook his head with a sad face.

"Hmph, a person like you truly deserves to die!" Xia Daoming saw the two old men, one grieving for the dead clansmen without a trace of victory's pride, and the other having caused so many disciples to lose their lives, yet still thinking about killing and revenge, letting more people lose their lives, and couldn't help but say coldly.

"You are very powerful, but it's a pity you are not a Grandmaster. One hand cannot fight two fists, and the Xu Clan has a Grandmaster, and our Ding Clan... they will definitely kill you!" Ding Bangning looked at Xia Daoming with bone-deep hatred in his eyes.

"What does your Ding Clan have? Could it be that you think I don't know?" Xia Daoming's heart was shocked, but on the surface, a cold smile of knowing appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Ding Bangning looked at Xia Daoming quietly, with a contemptuous sneer.

"Looking for death!" Ji Wennan, who had an impulsive personality, saw this and rushed up, raising his saber to kill Ding Bangning.

"Wait, drag him back to the ancestral hall; I have something to say to him." Xia Daoming saw this and raised his hand.

"Yes!" Ji Wennan immediately put down his saber, grabbed Ding Bangning's leg, and dragged him toward the ancestral hall like a dead dog.

"Let go of this old man, if you have the guts, give this old man a quick death!" Ding Bangning was dragged along, not only feeling pain as if his whole body had fallen apart, but the rainwater soaking into his wounds made his facial muscles twist together in stinging pain.

"Old bastard, you killed so many people in our Ji Clan, you want a quick death? Keep dreaming!" Ji Wennan turned his head and sneered.

"Ji Yuanzhen, you have always prided yourself on being upright and honest; could it be that you also want to perform cruel and petty acts?" Ding Bangning shouted.

Ji Yuanzhen, supported by Ji Wenyue, walked toward the ancestral hall in silence.

Entered the ancestral hall.

Xia Daoming invited Ji Clan head Ji Shouli and whispered a few words in his ear.

Ji Shouli's eyes widened, but he nodded quickly and walked out of the ancestral hall toward the back mountain.

After Ji Shouli left, Xia Daoming asked Ji Wenyue to find an eyebrow pencil and a piece of paper from the women, and also asked the Ji Clan people to arrange a separate room in the back hall.

Although the ancestral hall was dilapidated, it still vaguely maintained the layout of three entrances.

There was a front hall, a main hall, and a back hall.

Soon, Xia Daoming dragged Ding Bangning into a separate, dilapidated room in the back hall.

Only Ji Yuanzhen and Ji Wenyue followed into the room.

"Elder Bangning, you were hesitant to speak just now; you wanted to say that your Ding Clan has this person, right? He is not simple!" After dragging Ding Bangning into the dilapidated single room, Xia Daoming recalled slightly and quickly drew a rough portrait of a head.

A kidney-shaped face, garlic nose, squinty eyes—it was so ugly, yet he dared to wear white clothes and ride a white horse, and even dared to stare at his Lian'er. Xia Daoming found it hard not to remember him clearly.

Of course, his aura also left a deep impression on Xia Daoming.

Especially after experiencing the Plowing Mountain incident, it gave Xia Daoming some more guesses about that ugly man in white.

Just now, he didn't kill Ding Bangning immediately, but severed his hand and foot tendons, leaving him alive. At first, he didn't know why he did this.

It wasn't until Ding Bangning accidentally let something slip just now that Xia Daoming's heart stirred, and he understood that he had never forgotten that ugly man in white.

Leaving Ding Bangning alive was a subconscious act.

Because Ding Bangning also had a kidney-shaped face, and there was even a vague similarity between his charm and that ugly man in white.

"You, how did you know?" Ding Bangning's face changed drastically, and his gaze toward Xia Daoming was like seeing a ghost, finally revealing deep fear.

Ding Chushan practicing in the Spirit Blade Sect and stepping onto the path of immortality was a matter that even he, as an elder, had always been unaware of, until Ding Chushan returned and the three clans officially joined forces to take action. Only then, as a core elder of the Ding Clan and Ding Chushan's own grand-uncle, did he know this most important secret of the family.

Seeing Ding Bangning's surprise and fear, Xia Daoming was also shocked, but on the surface, he remained calm and said lightly: "You guess?"

"Could it be that you are also a culti... Impossible!" Ding Bangning blurted out, but changed his words halfway through.

"Why is it impossible?" Xia Daoming's heart stirred, and he asked.

He knew too little about cultivators.

It was rare that the Ding Clan had produced a cultivator, so he naturally wanted to learn more.

PS: There will be another update in the afternoon.