Chapter 331

Killed by a junior?

Are these juniors all so promising nowadays?

Liu Junyan asked, "Where was the Yellow Immortal killed?"

"At the border between Jiangcheng and Huicheng, my uncle has already rushed there, and he sent me to report to the pawnshop." Dou Jinsuo said, "It is said that the White Immortal wants to break with the Yellow Immortal on this side; the Yellow Immortal secretly sent people to seal the Mei Lin Frost, while also colluding with the Huicheng side. He originally intended to go seek refuge……"

Having said that, Dou Jinsuo glanced at Liu Junyan furtively, then fell silent.

No need to say the rest; we all understand.

The Yellow Immortal went to seek refuge with Second Master Liu.

Second Master Liu was originally one of the Five Blessings Immortals, but after Liu Junyan took over the pawnshop, he directly sidelined him, so he could only retreat to Wangting Mountain and band together with his father, Liu Zhengfeng.

Not long ago, Fang Chuanzo told us that Mao Jingxuan's move was a risky ploy, and it was due to Liu Zhengfeng's seduction.

Liu Zhengfeng is no law-abiding character; he has always had someone behind him, and that person…… is very likely Liu Junyan's biological father.

Otherwise, how could Liu Mu have been placed among the snake clan of Wangting Mountain back then?

How could Liu Zhengfeng willingly raise someone else's son?

Knowing he would not be taken back by the pawnshop, the Yellow Immortal resorted to desperate measures.

But circumstances are unpredictable; we hadn't yet freed our hands to deal with him, yet the juniors of the Yellow Immortal Hall could not stand it and jumped out to clean house.

This also indirectly helped us a great deal.

After all, the incident occurred within the Yellow Immortal Hall; if the clan handles it internally, it's a cleanup, but if outsiders intervene, it becomes a massacre, incurring heavy karmic debt.

I asked, "Āyàn, want to go have a look?"

Liu Junyan shook his head: "Let's wait and see for now."

Li Qingying had Dou Jinsuo called in, asked him to wait in the guest room of the rear house, and poured him a cup of hot tea.

Dou Jinsuo held the tea cup, glancing at us now and then, then looking outside, appearing somewhat uneasy.

I then asked, "How is the Mei Lin Frost side?"

"'I heard that junior first went to the main hall, slew the ritual practitioner, then pursued the Yellow Immortal,' Dou Jinsuo said, 'My uncle said he has both courage and strategy.'"

I glanced at Liu Junyan; I actually wanted to ask, what is his opinion of this junior?

But for now we only have Dou Jinsuo's one-sided account; we haven't yet clarified the true situation, nor seen the principal himself, so it's not appropriate to pass judgment.

Whether this junior is killing kin for righteousness or harboring great ambition still needs investigation.

The Yellow Immortal is dead, but the Yellow Immortal Hall remains; whether anyone in the hall is qualified to take the position of a Five Blessings Immortal also needs careful consideration.

All of this must be decided by Liu Junyan.

At four in the morning, Dou Zhile returned alone, the large opium pot having been burned dry, his whole body reeking of smoke.

Dou Jinsuo asked, "Second Uncle, where is the person?"

"'That kid went berserk, I couldn't hold him back.' Dou Zhile seemed regretful, but the excitement in his eyes could not be concealed, 'I never expected the old Huang family to produce such a hot-blooded child; it's practically the ancestral grave sprouting green smoke.'"

I asked, "What is this junior's name? How does he have such a strong killing aura?"

"'He is called Huang Fan; by seniority, he is a fifth‑generation offshoot of the Yellow Immortal line, usually an inconspicuous child.' Dou Zhile said, 'Over a hundred years ago, his father met with mishap while serving the Yellow Immortal, leaving them as orphaned widow and child depending on each other; soon after, his mother was defiled by the Yellow Immortal's second son and followed his father to death.'"

He was adopted by his uncle to make a living, painstakingly cultivating; now he is just over two hundred years old, yet he secretly mustered one‑third of the Yellow Immortal Hall's manpower and tonight blood‑washed the hall—this kid is the sort who gets things done quietly.

After Dou Zhile finished speaking, he suddenly reached out and tapped Dou Jinsuo's head with his large opium pipe, exasperatedly saying, "You brat, learn from others—you spent half a month learning to make a plum‑blossom coffin and still came up with this twisted mess, good for nothing!"

Dou Jinsuo muttered resentfully, "Second Uncle, what anger are you taking out on me? I can't compare to Huang Fan; you should keep urging our Fifth Lord, the Gray Immortal Hall already has his descendants to inherit, I just need to guard our family's coffin shop."

Dou Zhile waved his hand: "The Fifth Lord keeps saying he's died out, can't have children; how dare I urge him?"

Dou Jinsuo dared to be angry but not speak, curling up in the sofa corner to stew in silence.

Just as those words fell, Hui Moqiong rushed in from outside, startling Dou Zhile to squeeze over toward Dou Jinsuo.

Even though the sofa is large, the uncle and nephew are squeezed into one corner, looking pitiful.

Hui Moqiong paid them no mind, only asking what major matter had occurred with the Yellow Immortal.

Dou Zhile then recounted the whole story again.

After hearing it, Hui Moqiong slapped his thigh and said, "I've long disliked that old brat; evil gets its due—serves him right!"

At four-thirty, a rustling sound suddenly came from outside the pawnshop.

In the early summer dawn, at this time the horizon already showed a fish‑belly white.

On the street outside the pawnshop door stood a tall, large figure, his whole body exuding killing and blood energy; at his feet lay a pile of weasel corpses, their fur generally whitened.

On the roof behind him, more than a dozen pairs of weasel eyes glowed green, staring fixedly at the pawnshop entrance.

In places we cannot see, who knows how many more are hidden.

This posture…… is it about to fight?

But when Liu Junyan stepped over the threshold, the figure on the street suddenly stepped forward, clasped his fists and bowed, his voice booming: "Seventh Lord, Huang Fan avenges his parents, having slaughtered the Yellow Immortal, one of the Five Blessings Immortals, and thirty‑one lives of his main line; tonight's events were solely my doing, unrelated to others. Huang Fan comes to plead guilty, submitting to the Seventh Lord's judgment."

Dou Zhile opened his mouth to speak in support, but Hui Moqiong grabbed him and gave him an imperceptible shake of the head.

Liu Junyan said, "Since you admit your guilt without reservation, I will punish you on behalf of the Yellow Immortal according to the Five Blessings Immortals' clan rules. Moqiong, first detain the offender Huang Fan for interrogation; after clarifying the facts, we will decide on conviction and punishment."

Hui Moqiong immediately stepped forward and subdued Huang Fan.

Huang Fan offered no resistance, but the dozen or so weasels behind him moved, each arching its body to lunge forward.

Huang Fan waved his hand, and those weasels retreated one by one, then left with three backward glances, full of reluctance.

On the mountain where the Dou family ancestral graves lie, it is originally Hui Moqiong's territory; it not only hosts many of his disciples and descendants, but also possesses a complete detention and interrogation system.

Hui Moqiong escorted Huang Fan there, and indeed he was locked up under strict guard.

Once everything was arranged, the day had already grown bright.

Dou Zhile was anxious; he dared not plead with Liu Junyan, so he could only circle Hui Moqiong, constantly interceding for Huang Fan, patting his own face and saying, "Fifth Lord, my own Fifth Lord, could you, for the sake of this old face of mine, ask the Seventh Lord for leniency? That boy is not a bad person…"

He hadn't finished speaking when Hui Moqiong cut him off, retorting, "Does your old face carry that much weight?"

Dou Zhile was petrified.

I felt he was going to be angered to death by his own Immortal Clan, he left with his hands behind his back and pouting.

I quietly asked Liu Junyan: "Do we really have to kill Huang Fan?"