117: Chapter 117 The Threat of the Spirit Sword Sect

Yang Zhenghua stood with his hands behind his back before the mountain gate, the half-smile at the corner of his mouth slowly fading as his gaze swept across Wang Yaozu's face, glanced past Wang Chongyang, and finally landed on the overlapping pavilions and towers within Lotus Pier.

When he spoke, his voice was not loud, yet it made the air before the mountain gate sink heavily.

"You still dare to quibble?" He withdrew his gaze and looked directly at Wang Yaozu, his eyes carrying a certainty that had long seen through everything.

"Both human and physical evidence are present. I had long heard that the Wang Family of Lotus Pier acts disregarding the rules of the Spirit Sword Sect; I originally thought it was just exaggeration by subordinates, but seeing it today—the courage of the Wang Family is even greater than I imagined."

As soon as these words were spoken, the air before the mountain gate suddenly stagnated.

The faces of several Shou-generation Disciples standing in the back row turned pale instantly, and someone instinctively took half a step back, stepping on half a withered leaf underfoot. The crisp sound was exceptionally piercing in this dead silence.

The eye sockets of the youngest female Disciple had turned slightly red, and she was tightly gripping her elder brother's sleeve, her finger joints clenched white.

She was one of those who followed to clean up the battlefield on the night of the Ning Family's annihilation. Although she was only responsible for transporting supplies, the scene of corpses everywhere and rivers of blood still appeared in her nightmares to this day.

Now that the people of the Spirit Sword Sect had come looking for them, her first thought was—it's over, what happened that night had been discovered.

Wang Yaozu still wore a respectful smile on his face, motionless as if he had just heard an innocuous piece of polite nonsense.

His right hand hung naturally at his side, but his fingertips trembled slightly with an extremely subtle amplitude—that was the agreed-upon signal between the direct bloodline members of the Wang Family.

Gather the women and children, and stand by at the array eye.

Wang Chongyang still maintained that expression of stagnant water without ripples, his hands folded in his sleeves, and his grayish-white eyebrows did not twitch even a bit.

However, deep within those eyes that had been turbid for most of his life, a gleam of sharp light had silently lit up.

He swept over the two withered-wood-like elders behind Yang Zhenghua from head to toe, swept over Yang Zhenghua himself from head to toe, and finally withdrew his gaze, as if he had finished looking at a pile of wood not worth spending too much thought on.

Wang Shouren stood behind his father, his gaze swiftly sweeping past the certain sneer on Yang Zhenghua's face, glancing across Hu Shan's face filled with hesitation, and finally landing on the pine forest outside the mountain gate that was shivering under the crushing Spiritual Pressure of Foundation Establishment.

Thoughts spun rapidly in his mind—both human and physical evidence are present; this statement has two possibilities.

First, the Wang Family's actions that night truly left some omissions; second, this Immortal Yang was bluffing them.

His gaze paused for a moment on the pine needles outside the mountain gate that were pressed flat against the ground by the Spiritual Pressure, and he already had a calculation in his heart.

If there truly were human and physical evidence, far more than just these four people would have come.

Long before stepping into the mountain gate, a large number of law enforcement Disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect should have surrounded Lotus Pier airtightly.

He slightly turned his head and met Wang Yaozu's gaze. Neither father nor son spoke, but they had already seen the same judgment in each other's eyes.

Wang Yaozu cupped his fists and said, "Immortal Yang exaggerates. My Wang Family has resided in Baishan County for generations, always abiding by the law and never daring to cross the line even by half a step.

Regarding the annihilation of the Ning Family, my Wang Family only learned the details from the county government's notice afterwards, and we still feel shocked to this day.

Since the Immortal says both human and physical evidence are present, this Wang dares to ask boldly—I wonder who this human witness is? And what is the physical evidence?

If there is truly evidence and proof, this Wang is willing to personally cooperate with the Immortal in investigating the case, and will never dare to shirk responsibility with even half a sentence."

Yang Zhenghua narrowed his eyes.

He originally thought that after this tactic of startling the snake by beating the grass, the family head before him who had just entered Foundation Establishment would show a bit of panic—even if just a trace.

Unfortunately, there was none.

He slowly released his hands from behind his back, placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and gently pushed his thumb against the crossguard, revealing a sliver of a snow-white blade.

That blade flashed with a faint blue cold light in the sunlight. Before the Sword Intent was even unleashed, the sword's hum arrived first, and an extremely subtle buzzing sound had already caused several fine cracks to split open on the stone steps before the mountain gate.

The two elders behind him still stood with their hands folded and expressionless, except that the Spiritual Pressure of the Foundation Establishment Stage of their whole bodies was released simultaneously, overlapping with Yang Zhenghua's Sword Intent to form an invisible barrier that tightly sealed off the entire mountain gate.

"Human and physical evidence—once they arrive, your Wang Family will never have a day of redemption."

The smile on Wang Yaozu's face also faded.

He slowly straightened up, no longer maintaining the posture of cupping his fists, put his hands behind his back, and looked at Yang Zhenghua. His gaze was as calm as water, but his tone no longer had the previous respect: "Is Immortal Yang planning to make an arrest?"

Yang Zhenghua did not answer, only pushing the blade out by another fraction.

The two Foundation Establishment elders behind him simultaneously pulled their hands out from their sleeves. One had faint firelight circulating in his palm, and the other had already condensed several wind blades between his fingers. Both were expressionless, but the Spiritual Pressure around their bodies was no longer restrained, and the might of the Foundation Establishment Stage crushed toward the members of the Wang Family like a mountain or a heavy ridge.

On the Wang Family's side, several Shou-generation Disciples had involuntarily pressed their hands onto their sword hilts, fine cold sweat oozing from their temples.

Wang Shouren stood in the crowd with an unchanged expression, except that his right hand hanging by his side was slightly curled, and extremely fine and faint crimson-gold electric arcs danced silently at his fingertips.

Wang Yaowu beside him had quietly untied the heavy sword from his back, propping the sword tip on the ground, waiting only for a signal.

"Family Head, if we really fight, we might not be opponents, let alone the fact that standing behind the other party is the Spirit Sword Sect."

Hearing the voice transmission from his clansman, Wang Yaozu's face turned extremely ugly.

Just at the moment when both sides were at loggerheads with daggers drawn and bows bent, a low buzzing sound suddenly came from the horizon.

That sound was extremely distant and muffled at first, like a swarm of bees flapping their wings deep in the clouds, but in a flash, it turned into a clearly audible sound of wind and thunder.

Everyone looked up in unison—a flying boat was breaking through the clouds from the northeast direction. The boat's body was cyan-black throughout, about three zhang long, and a wind-guiding lamp hung at the bow. Spiritual Power flowed endlessly within the lamp wick, propelling the flying boat to gallop towards the mountain gate of Lotus Pier at extreme speed.

The body of the boat was engraved with intricate wind-type array patterns, and several figures stood on each side of the gunwales, their robes snapping loudly in the high-altitude airflow.

The flying boat flew closer and closer, and one could already clearly see the silhouette of the person standing with hands behind his back at the bow, as well as the dozen or so figures with restrained and condensed auras behind him.

Wang Shouren narrowed his eyes, staring at the structure of that flying boat for a moment, and his brows suddenly twitched slightly.

He had seen the style of this flying boat before—not that he had seen this exact one, but he had seen blueprints of the same model.

Back then, when he won the qijia wolf puppet at Wanbao Pavilion, the Jade Slip gifted by Zhiyao contained a few pages of Wanbao Pavilion's product catalogs, among which were the diagrams for this kind of wind-type flying boat.

When his gaze swept from the array pattern layout of the flying boat to the gold-patterned decorations on the gunwales, he already had the answer in his heart.