Chapter 1762: Don't You Interfere in This Matter

"She..." Before this subordinate could answer, another subordinate rushed in: "Sir, something has happened. One-third of the direct descendants of the family have been killed."

"What did you say?" Songyi Chi was shocked.

One-third, direct descendants? One must know that the Songyi Family is one of the top three families here in Fusang.

The strength within the family is extremely formidable; not to mention the direct descendants, even the collateral branches are heavily protected by bodyguards whenever they go out.

Now, nearly half of their family's direct descendants have suddenly been lost?

That must mean their family has encountered some incredible enemy, but in Fusang, who could possibly have such formidable strength to be able to kill nearly half of the Songyi Family's direct descendants in one fell swoop?

"The family head has already urgently recalled the clansmen from all over; we have definitely encountered a powerful enemy."

"Investigate, go investigate for me immediately. You must find out exactly who is working against our Songyi Family. If I manage to find out who he is, I will tear him into ten thousand pieces." Songyi Chi was furious. Their Songyi Family had never been provoked by an outsider before; this matter absolutely could not be tolerated, otherwise, in the future, just anyone would be able to ride on the neck of his Songyi Family.

"But the old family head asked me to come and ask you... exactly who did you offend?" The subordinate cautiously raised his eyes to look at Songyi Chi; he knew that what he was saying would definitely enrage Songyi Chi.

Because the guy in front of him was the same as his grandfather, having killed countless people. Previously, a group of terrorists held nearly a hundred hostages, and Songyi Chi received the mission to rescue them.

But he, cold and ruthless, dealt with the hijackers and the hostages at the same time, leaving not a single survivor.

"Who did I offend? Does this matter have anything to do with me?" Songyi Chi was stunned for a moment, and then a look of anger appeared on his face.

"Ye... yes, because before the other party killed, he told the victims in our family that it was you who offended him." The subordinate cautiously said the second half of the sentence.

"Bastard..." Songyi Chi was dazed for a long time before he finally remembered Chen Yu. He slammed his fist heavily onto the table and then paced back and forth in the room, fuming with rage.

"It's him, that guy Chen Yu, he... really dares to take action against our Songyi Family? Where does he get the confidence? He is just a Huaxia person, a cowardly guy."

"Sir Songyi, regardless of what Chen Yu's status is, he has indeed declared war on our family now, and our direct descendants have already lost nearly half." Just then, an old man with white hair walked out.

Yagyu Heiichi, the old butler of the Songyi Family, and also a Sword Dao expert in Fusang. He was famous in the jianghu when he was young, but he has not made a move for nearly thirty years now.

He has entered the Dao through martial arts, his strength is formidable, and he is also one of the top three experts in the country of Fusang.

Such an existence who has already realized the ultimate principles of the Heavenly Dao is absolutely a great killing weapon. Moreover, he has been hiding in the Songyi Family, in closed-door cultivation for decades. Now, when he walks, he is half an inch off the ground, and his feet are unstained by dust; it is clear he has reached a realm comparable to the gods.

"Mr. Yagyu." Songyi Chi hurriedly stood up and bowed his head respectfully to the other party.

He could be disrespectful to others, but he could not be disrespectful to the person in front of him. After all, this person in front of him was from the same era as his grandfather. He is already one hundred and twenty years old this year, and is likely the longest-living old man in Fusang.

Moreover, everyone feels that he has already broken through the limits of the Heavenly Dao; otherwise, it cannot be explained why he has lived to such an old age without the slightest sign of decline.

"Your father has already sensed the crisis of the family, so he let me come out of seclusion to settle this matter." Yagyu Heiichi looked deeply at Songyi Chi: "I watched you grow up, but I feel you shouldn't have made these mistakes."

"I... do not think I have made any mistakes." Songyi Chi gritted his teeth: "My grandfather's iron armor once trampled over that land, and Chen Yu is a person born and raised in that place. I don't think he can stir up much of a storm."

"This arrogance in your bones is not like your grandfather's at all." Yagyu Heiichi stared at Songyi Chi, his eyes flashing with sharp light: "Although he was arrogant, he relatively respected his opponents."

"Yes." Songyi Chi felt a bit discouraged. He hurriedly bowed slowly, and then said with some resentment: "But Chen Yu... has moved against the direct descendants of our Songyi Family. He must die."

"The Dharma Cultivators of Huaxia, I saw them as early as seventy years ago." Yagyu Heiichi's eyes flashed with a hint of sharp light: "They are indeed powerful, but seventy years have passed, and I have reached a height that no one in the world can match. I should have the strength to fight them now."

"Mr. Yagyu, I will listen to everything you say. What should we do next?" Songyi Chi took a deep breath. Now he put away his arrogant expression; he only wanted to hear the opinion of the old man in front of him.

"Return to the old mansion in the suburbs, gather all the people and all the power together for self-defense. I will go and meet Chen Yu now; I want to see exactly what kind of sacred being he is." Yagyu Heiichi gave a light snort.

"Yes, I will go do it now." Songyi Chi bowed deeply and retreated.

And Yagyu Heiichi's eyes revealed a hint of fighting spirit. He slowly drew a Samurai Sword and wiped the blade. It had been seventy years. In that battle seventy years ago, he was beaten back step by step by a certain Dharma Cultivator from Huaxia.

And now, he has practiced for another sixty-plus years, and his strength is even a notch stronger than the Dharma Cultivator he met back then. At this time, killing a Dharma Cultivator, then going to take a turn on that land of Huaxia.

At the place where Wu Bo worked before he died, Chen Yu and Zhao Ping set up a copper pot, only in the place where Wu Bo should have sat, there was now an extra pair of chopsticks.

Although it had not been many days since the last time they ate from the copper pot, things had changed and people were no longer the same.

"This cup, to Wu Bo." Chen Yu poured two cups of wine, raised them together with Zhao Ping, and poured them onto the ground.

Then the two filled them up again. This time, they signaled to each other, and then drank it in one gulp.

"How is it? Have you adapted to Wu Bo's work?" Chen Yu asked.

"I've already adapted to it, it's quite tedious." Zhao Ping smiled and said: "But this kind of thing, after all, someone has to do it. The more I understand this work, the more I feel Wu Bo's greatness, because these tasks, if changed to someone else, definitely couldn't be done."

"Yes." Chen Yu said: "Enduring loneliness, bearing the pain of separation from loved ones, and in all likelihood, having to be lonely for a lifetime. But you don't have to do that; you should marry a wife when you should, and have children when you should."

"If I meet the right one, of course I'll get married." Zhao Ping smiled sheepishly and said: "I don't want to be a monk; getting married and having children is still necessary."