Chapter 824

Hearing Tang Luo's words, Grandmother Jia's horrified expression changed, and her mouth snapped shut.

But she couldn't hold back, and opened it again, spitting out a large mouthful of old blood on the spot.

Tang Luo stepped aside, avoiding Grandmother Jia's "hidden weapon."

Meanwhile, Wang Xifeng was bold enough, daring to act at this moment, slapping a palm toward Tang Luo.

The palm wind howled fiercely, the palm shadows flickered, and it was indeed imposing.

But compared to Tang Luo's casual yet heaven-reversing grab and release just now, it was worlds apart.

Tang Luo casually dodged Wang Xifeng's palm, then flicked his finger.

Wang Xifeng, as if struck by lightning, recoiled and sat back down in her chair, unable to stand again.

"All show, no real skill," Tang Luo glanced at Wang Xifeng and commented.

That palm strike just now could have been better, fiercer, with a more tricky angle—for example, a sneak attack from behind.

Although Wang Xifeng is a fourth-rank martial artist, she is also not skilled in combat.

This is normal; those good at fighting are not trained, but forged in battle and killing.

After Wang Xifeng married, she only occasionally went out—where would she get the chance to fight to the death?

Fortunately, the Rongguo Mansion is large enough, with indeed many secluded places suitable for martial practice; otherwise, she might not even have a place to train.

"All be silent and stand properly!"

Grandmother Jia shouted angrily, silencing everyone's screams in the room.

She also made the steps of several alert maids and servant women freeze in place.

They did not know how terrifying Tang Luo was.

But Grandmother Jia was perfectly clear—there was no need for these martial-ignorant maids and servant women to go report and seek help; even if Wang Xifeng were determined to flee,

the person before her could be killed in a single breath.

If he wished, a mere gesture could turn the entire hall into "a hall full of red," effortlessly, with no survivors.

Even if I sacrificed my old life and gave my all, I could not stop this from happening.

What's more, even if I could run to report?

Who could I find?

By the time the other grandmasters in the imperial city arrived, the yellow flowers would be cold.

Rash action means death!

Grandmother Jia saw clearly; her sharp gaze swept over the people in the hall, pausing slightly on Jia Baoyu and Jia Huan (Ao Yulie).

It wasn't because of the two young men.

But because these two behaved unusually.

The people in the hall, the timid trembled with fear, the bold stared angrily at "Jia Rong."

Only these two were exceptions.

Jia Huan narrowed his eyes; though startled and angry, he remained quite composed, completely unlike his former self who despised dogs and hated cats.

This exceeded Grandmother Jia's expectations.

The other, Jia Baoyu, as one of the only three capable fighters in the hall, now sat slumped on the ground, mouth slightly open, saliva nearly dripping, as if suffering from hysteria.

His performance was far worse than even the servant women, making Grandmother Jia both pained and somewhat disappointed.

Actually, Jia Baoyu is not truly incapable to this extent; he is also unlucky.

When Tang Luo made his move, he was leaning against Grandmother Jia's side.

Others merely watched Tang Luo's grab, but Jia Baoyu and Grandmother Jia were the first to bear the brunt.

Grandmother Jia is a grandmaster, so naturally unharmed, but Jia Baoyu is merely an eighth-rank martial artist, and moreover, one who was force-fed.

How could he withstand it? Thus he became like this.

Fortunately, he is not injured; waking him up would be fine.

At this moment, Grandmother Jia had no leisure to worry about her precious grandson.

She first turned to Wang Xifeng and said: "Miss Feng, do not act rashly again."

Wang Xifeng, upon hearing this, finally stopped struggling.

How could she hide her fourth-rank martial artist identity under Grandmother Jia's very nose?

Because she never hid it—she is actually Grandmother Jia's disciple.

As both ancestor and teacher, Grandmother Jia's words, Wang Xifeng naturally would not disobey.

Grandmother Jia turned her gaze back to Tang Luo, speaking word by word: "Who are you?"

Though injured, her aura remained undiminished, like a tigress guarding her cubs, awe-inspiring.

Tang Luo was naturally unaffected, smiling as he said: "I am naturally Jia Rong."

Grandmother Jia merely coldly snorted.

"If the ancestor doesn't believe, why not check for any disguise traces?" Tang Luo stepped closer two paces, bringing his face near.

Grandmother Jia narrowed her eyes, examined him closely, even directly reaching out to test his neck.

Indeed, there was no trace of any human skin mask or disguise.

The person before her was truly Jia Rong—whether in appearance or stature, there was no difference.

To be honest, Grandmother Jia and Jia Rong have not met often.

The Ningguo and Rongguo Mansions are divided into two households; they usually have contact, but not constantly together.

But Grandmother Jia, as a grandmaster, has astonishing eyesight—let alone the legitimate son of the Ningguo Mansion, Jia Rong; even if it were a maid or servant woman of the mansion, if one had looked several times and formed an impression, one could distinguish identity.

She would absolutely not make the mistake of being deceived by someone extremely similar without noticing.

The person before her is indeed Jia Rong.

This put Lady Jia in a difficult spot — not a disguise, not an impersonation — what on earth was going on?

"Rong'er hid so deeply that even this old woman's eyes were deceived." Lady Jia said after confirming Tang Luo's identity.

Tang Luo casually walked to a chair at the side and sat down, saying: "It's only natural for the Old Ancestor to have doubts; allow me to dispel them for you."

"Oh, I'd like to hear how you dispel them."

"Actually, at the age of three I cultivated a supreme divine art — well, actually it's a supreme demonic art, the remnant volume of the 'Six Desires Apportioning Demons Scripture'." Tang Luo spoke glibly.

"Six Desires Apportioning Demons Scripture?" Lady Jia pondered, indicating she had never heard of such a martial art.

Tang Luo spoke at length: "Yes, the Six Desires Apportioning Demons Scripture is a supreme method that enhances one's power by splitting the spirit. It can duplicate and split one's own personality, then cultivate these personalities, and at the critical moment re-devour the cultivated personalities to strengthen one's own strength."

Lady Jia listened with her brows tightly knitted; some of the terms from her grandson Jia Rong's mouth were things she was hearing for the first time.

But that did not hinder her understanding.

In just a few sentences, the demonic nature of that Apportioning Demons Scripture came rushing at her face.

Splitting oneself, then devouring oneself.

If that's not a demonic art, what is?

"You mean you ate the original Rong'er?" Lady Jia said.

"You could put it that way." Tang Luo smiled, carrying a trace of grim intent, "The Apportioning Demons Scripture I cultivate is only a remnant volume, so I could only split out one person. At the time I was young, and what I obtained was a remnant volume; I practiced blindly on my own, and unexpectedly let the split-off false thing seize the initiative, usurp the position, and gradually become the good-for-nothing Jia Rong."

"..."

Hearing Tang Luo call Jia Rong a good-for-nothing.

Everyone felt a sense of absurdity — does this count as scolding himself?

And three years old — isn't that young?

"All these years the false thing was outside, I was inside, until last night..." pausing, Tang Luo sneered, "Jia Zhen kicked the door in the night; that false good-for-nothing was humiliated and resentful yet dared not resist, but finally gave me the opportunity to devour him in one stroke, the remnant volume reached completion, achieving the Grandmaster realm."

As he spoke, Tang Luo spread his hand; his palm held nothing, yet the surrounding air was completely twisted.

As if pinching a cluster of invisible flames, inspiring dread at first sight.

"This wretch actually dared!" Lady Jia revealed an angry expression, angered by Jia Zhen's conduct.

If this matter got out, how could Ningguo Mansion still hold its head up?

It would disgrace the entire Jia clan.

"Old Ancestor need not be angry." Tang Luo instead laughed lightly, "Jia Zhen was drunk and walked without looking where he was going, went to the wrong place, and fell hard; he has already fallen unconscious and probably won't wake for a short time."

Lady Jia's expression changed repeatedly.

With a Grandmaster's ability, making someone fall into a coma, neither dead nor alive, is not an impossible thing.

Moreover, this Jia Rong who has cultivated a demonic art that makes one's whole body run cold just hearing of it.

Lady Jia believed Tang Luo's words.

Even if she didn't believe the Six Desires Apportioning Demons Scripture business, she also confirmed the person before her was Jia Rong.

And she knew there are some special martial arts in the world that, once cultivated, drastically change one's disposition.

"That's just as well." Lady Jia squeezed out a smile, "That wretch these years has acted perversely, and nearly committed such a heinous, conscience-less deed. Even without Rong'er striking, this old woman, now that she knows, would certainly make things bad for him."

Tang Luo smiled faintly and did not respond.

"Then now Rong'er has taken charge of that side as well?" Lady Jia deliberately brought up the address "Rong'er" for the second time.

Tang Luo nodded: "Naturally. Old Ancestor, rest assured. Although these years the false thing was outside and many matters I only have vague impressions of, whatever the case, I am a Jia clan member and will have no other intentions."

Hearing this, Lady Jia immediately revealed a smile: "Right, right. If Rong'er had any other intentions, he wouldn't have come here today."

She laid it out plainly.

If a Grandmaster wanted to hide, she absolutely could not discover it.

Now that Jia Rong openly revealed his identity, it was instead a good thing — at least the other party wouldn't scheme in the dark to dispose of her, the Jia clan's treasured one.

As for Ningguo Mansion's side, authority originally ought to belong to Jia Rong.

Whether it was the previous timid, somewhat twisted Jia Rong, or the current Grandmaster Jia Rong, it's the same.

Speaking of the latter — Lady Jia closed her eyes, then opened them again, already having made a decision.

"Rong'er's sudden visit shouldn't be to test this old woman, right?" Lady Jia smiled, the atmosphere already relaxing.

"The Old Ancestor worried I wasn't Jia Rong; I naturally also worried the Old Ancestor wasn't the Old Ancestor." Tang Luo said, "Hence I made a move; please forgive me, Old Ancestor."

Everyone hiding it together — the elder brother shouldn't speak of the younger brother.

By comparison, Tang Luo's reason stands even firmer — he was passive.

"What are you saying. Our Jia clan appears to be blazing oil on fire, but in reality is treading on thin ice; being a little careful is as it should be." Lady Jia said, "Now that the misunderstanding is resolved, that is naturally best."

Tang Luo nodded: "Only I didn't expect the Jia clan to have withered to this extent."

A fierce gaze swept over Jia Baoyu, startling the hysterical him awake, then he gave a loud cry and fainted.

Lady Jia's face darkened then she reined it in: "Only blame my excessive indulgence, letting these children..." yet she took the responsibility onto herself.

Afraid Tang Luo would strike to discipline him; as a Grandmaster, and the heir to Ningguo Mansion's title, the clan head position is inevitable.

Even if he reached out to chastise the elder Jia Baoyu, others could say nothing.

A Grandmaster — can do as he pleases.

"What is the Old Ancestor saying. As a Jia clan descendant, being useless oneself yet burdening the Old Ancestor." Tang Luo pushed lightly, then looked at Ao Yulie, "You're not bad, hmm — you're Jia Huan?"

"Yes." Ao Yulie stepped forward, head held high.

Lady Jia's expression changed again, then she reined it in.

Normally she would never change expression like this.

But facing a Grandmaster, and being injured, and truly loving Jia Baoyu to the bone, she really couldn't conceal her altered color.

Fortunately Tang Luo stopped at the right point, waved his hand to let Ao Yulie withdraw, and did not further provoke Lady Jia.

If she truly provoked this real Old Ancestor into a frenzy, the Jia clan might just scatter.

When it comes down to it, Tang Luo came to help the Jia family — his methods were just a bit intense.