Chapter 292: Battle Against Zheng

Accompanied by the three of them.

Xu Wanyun led the distracted Aqing back to the courtyard.

At the same time, several elderly men on the verge of death slowly walked over from afar.

The leader was none other than Zheng's Second Uncle Ancestor.

"Shen Dao Friend, do not blame us—it must be that our Zheng family failed to entertain properly, thus angering Lady Shen."

The Second Uncle Ancestor's smile was gentle, yet on his withered face, it somehow appeared chilling.

"Bring in the feast."

He entered the courtyard and sat across from Shen Yi: "Let the old man offer a token of apology."

Besides this Second Uncle Ancestor, under the pretext of escorting Xu Wanyun back, seven or eight figures had gathered outside the courtyard, their qi subtly radiating an extraordinary aura.

"..."

Shen Yi silently gazed at the "Lady" nearby, his expression growing even calmer.

Xu Wanyun's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly; her eyes finally regained their luster, then she glanced around with a hint of confusion.

As she gradually regained clarity, a thread of killing intent slowly rose in those pitch-black eyes.

As a Jinghunyuan Realm Master, no matter how inexperienced in worldly affairs, how could she not realize she had been ambushed?

She gripped Aqing's delicate hand tightly, until the girl nearly cried out in pain.

Only then did she temporarily suppress her emotional turmoil.

She returned silently and sat beside Shen Yi, each of them perfectly positioned to guard one side.

Such obvious vigilance.

Yet it did not move the Zheng family—they seemed not to perceive Xu Wanyun's intent, still smiling.

Soon, Zheng family disciples arrived carrying the already-prepared delicacies.

They then respectfully poured several cups of spirit tea.

The Zheng Second Uncle Ancestor casually distributed the tea cups to several people; this time, he no longer looked at Xu Wanyun or Aqing, his cloudy eyes fixed silently on Shen Yi.

He lifted the tea cup: "The old man has abstained from alcohol for years; today, I shall use tea in place of wine to apologize to Shen Dao Friend."

Saying this, the old man drained the cup in one gulp.

He then set down the teacup and stared at the cup before Shen Yi.

For a Jinghunyuan Realm Master to personally apologize to a Zhongjing Slain Hunyuan cultivator—no matter where, this alone would leave the other stunned with honor.

But Shen Yi paused, then returned the gaze with cold indifference.

Seeing this, the figures outside the courtyard took three or two slow steps forward; though silent, the atmosphere instantly grew tense.

"Shen Dao Friend, what is the meaning of this?"

The Zheng Second Uncle Ancestor remained unruffled, glancing sideways with a smile: "Does the old man not even merit this small courtesy?"

His tone carried the calm air of complete control over the situation.

Upon hearing this, Xu Wanyun realized the source of her earlier oddness.

She stared fixedly at the spirit tea, her hand quietly resting on her sword hilt.

There was only one Jinghunyuan before her; the others, though Slain Hunyuan, were not particularly high in cultivation—certainly not beyond what the Zheng family's public resources should allow.

If she were to break out alone, it should pose no problem.

But protecting Aqing and this youth? That would be difficult.

And her brief moment of mental lapse still filled her with dread; she quietly stabilized her spirit, avoiding another ambush.

Fortunately, Shen Yi appeared experienced—perhaps he could devise another way to hold these old dogs at bay.

"Small courtesy?"

Under everyone's gaze, Shen Yi finally stood up.

He reached out and lifted the cup of spirit tea.

Looking at the emerald-green liquid, a faint smile appeared on his face.

Seeing this, the Zheng family members also smiled.

Based on that test, the woman was already half-disabled.

With only a single Zhongjing Slain Hunyuan left, there was no need to pretend any longer.

The opponent could only choose between drinking the tea or perishing.

At that moment, the emerald-green tea splashed into the air—the porcelain cup shattered with a crack against the Second Uncle Ancestor's face, still frozen in his smile!

In an instant, the ink-clad youth transformed—he was no longer the same quiet, gentle man.

Thick, oppressive killing aura instantly engulfed the entire courtyard.

He kicked out with a thunderous blow, his boot pulverizing the stone table into dust, then struck the old man's chin at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Boom!

The old man's dark green robe suddenly swelled, then his entire body was blasted into the air.

A single kick had left his skin covered in fine cracks.

Then, like dried, brittle chunks, they peeled away with a rattling crash.

"Roar!"

Beneath the old man's skin, no Nascent Soul emerged—only rough, knotted tree vines.

They were still stained with moss.

He looked utterly bizarre, his eyes filled with fury and shock.

As if he could not believe the youth would dare launch such a sudden attack under these circumstances.

What the Zheng Second Uncle Ancestor had not anticipated was that the youth's casual kick had utterly destroyed his disguised body.

What kind of monster is this?

A Qing was frozen in place, terrified.

Xu Xu was not panicked, but she had indeed not expected Shen Yi to act so decisively.

She instantly drew her sword and looked up at the old man.

While the others stared at the monster, the Zheng family's experts were gazing at Shen Yi with the same expression.

They knew better than anyone that, with the Sui Mu's enhancement, their strength had long surpassed others of their realm.

But Shen Yi kicked them awake.

Is this the power a Mid-Realm Slain Hunyuan should have?

The next moment, as a towering aura of demonic energy surged upward, the black-robed youth rose into the air, violet-gold flames roaring from his body, turning the clouds and mists a pale purple.

His pale face showed no expression.

Yet it sent an instinctive chill through the heart of the Zheng family's Second Ancestor, who saw the black figure instantly magnify many times in his vision—a brutal fist, wreathed in violet-gold fire, slammed down from above his head.

That kick earlier wasn't an accident…

As the overwhelming force flooded into him, the Second Ancestor let out another inhuman roar.

Two thick vine arms shot up to meet it.

He was a Peak-Realm Slain Hunyuan, yet he used no technique, not even a trace of Nascent Soul energy.

But that didn't mean he had grown weak.

Quite the opposite—after connecting with the Sui Mu, his vine-and-wood body alone was enough to crush everything!

Crack—

The thick vine arms were smashed clean through by the fist.

Violet-gold flames clung to his body like a malignant sore, swiftly crawling upward.

The Second Ancestor fell helplessly toward the ground, dazed.

How is this possible…

How could a Slain Hunyuan Realm cultivator surpass the physical strength of one enhanced by the Sui Mu?

Shen Yi calmly glanced at the sky.

On the night Xu Wanyun had planned to leave, he had already sent Lady Qinghua the order to return at all costs, as fast as possible.

He had anticipated that this matter might cause some unexpected turn.

The Golden Body is not beside him now.

Shen Yi looked down at the falling figure, slowly clenching his fingers—he hadn't experienced a thrilling fight in a long time.

This familiar feeling…

He vanished from his spot, reappearing beneath the old man.

His hand brushed his waist; a three-foot blade fell into his grip.

A fierce expression crossed the youth's handsome face.

Like a woodcutter splitting firewood, he brutally slashed the Qian Yuan toward the old man's waist!

(End of Chapter)