125: Chapter 125 The True Meaning of the Fierce Thunder

Wang Chongyang withdrew his gaze, looked around at all directions, his voice hoarse yet resonant, every single word clearly entering the ears of everyone present, as well as the ears of those Loose Cultivators in the mid-mountain market.

"Good. I, Wang Chongyang, take full responsibility for my own actions. Today, this old man shall stake this old life of mine to wash away the dirty water splashed onto my Wang Family."

He suddenly raised his right hand, his five fingers grasping into the empty air. Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong's Divine Soul had just been partially crushed, and at this moment, it was already so weak it was nearly transparent. That Face, which was usually always smiling, was now distorted into the most primitive outline of terror.

"Wang Chongyang! What are you going to do!" Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong's Divine Soul shrieked loudly, its voice so shrill and miserable that it didn't sound human.

Wang Chongyang did not reply, simply tossing that stream of Divine Soul into mid-air and turning his palm over. A wispy crimson Foundation Establishment True Fire surged up from his palm, enveloping Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong's Divine Soul within it.

Foundation Establishment True Fire was the inner true fire condensed by a Foundation Establishment Cultivator using their natal cultivation; anything it touched would instantly burn, and even the Divine Soul could not escape.

Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong's Divine Soul let out a non-human miserable scream within the true fire,

that miserable scream piercing through the mountain gate, piercing through the pine forest, and piercing the eardrums of everyone present.

Most of the people present had killed people, and quite a few had even killed many people; yet at this moment, even those bandit Cultivators whose hands were stained with blood couldn't help but avert their gazes.

The dignified head of the Yan Family, a Foundation Establishment Immortal Master, was actually being publicly roasted by someone using Foundation Establishment True Fire on his Divine Soul.

This way of dying was even more cruel than Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, and even more painful than being sliced a thousand times.

He never expected that one day he would fall to such a state.

Wang Chongyang's voice rang out amidst the crackling sounds of the true fire, neither high nor low, sounding as though he were trying an insignificant old case from the past.

"I ask a sentence, you answer a sentence. If there is even half a word of falsehood, I shall let your Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, never to be reincarnated for eternity."

"Okay, okay, okay! I will speak! I will speak!" Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong's voice trembled violently under the scorching of the true fire, every single word sounding as if it were forcefully squeezed out from his throat.

"Brother Chongyang, Brother Chongyang, you and I have no grievances or enmities, why must it be like this—"

"Shut up." Wang Chongyang's voice was as calm as water.

Yang Zhenghua exchanged glances with the two Foundation Establishment old men behind him, communicating secretly using sound transmission.

The old man who used fire spells spoke first: "Could it be that we truly wronged the Wang Family? The evidence that Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong just confessed to unconditionally doesn't look fake no matter how one looks at it."

The old man who used wind blades also frowned, pondering as he said,

"Before we set out, I personally inspected the evidence sent by Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong. The Ning Family was annihilated overnight; looking across the Three Counties, the only one that truly meets the conditions is the Wang Family.

Furthermore, before coming, I privately sought out several Loose Cultivators to sound out their opinions, and their accounts basically matched the clues provided by Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong, all saying that they indeed saw people from the Wang Family active near Xiaoshan County that night."

Yang Zhenghua was silent for a moment, his gaze sweeping over Wang Chongyang, and then sweeping past that group of Wang Family members behind the mountain gate whose Faces were as gloomy as water. A sneer slowly surfaced at the corner of his mouth; within that sneer was a mix of anger and embarrassment, and even more so a kind of unwillingness after having his Face brushed aside.

"Whether it's a wrongful accusation is still too early to say. This old thing is acting for us—acting out a bitter flesh strategy of sacrificing oneself to achieve benevolence.

He wants to use his own life to exchange for the Wang Family's innocence. Hmph, this seat refuses to let him have his way.

Let him try, let him ask; this seat wants to see what he can possibly extract from Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong's mouth.

In any case, since the Wang Family dared to offend this seat today, they will absolutely not have an easy time."

Wang Chongyang did not look at Yang Zhenghua, simply pulling back the true fire in his palm slightly, and said indifferently,

"You surnamed Yan, you keep claiming that my Wang Family annihilated the Ning Family, do you have evidence?"

Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong's Divine Soul trembled in terror within the true fire, its voice sharp and urgent.

"I'll speak! I'll speak! My Yan Family has a secret plant within the Ning Family! That secret plant has been lurking for over a dozen years, and all movements up and down the Ning Family were under my eyes.

The night the incident occurred, overnight, more than three hundred members of the Ning Family died completely, and my secret plant also died at your hands!

Wang Chongyang, looking across the Three Counties, apart from your heaven-covering bead which can isolate the transmission and aura of a place, what other Magical Artifact has this kind of ability! Do you dare say you didn't use the heaven-covering bead that night!"

Wang Chongyang was silent for a moment, slowly nodding, his tone so calm that everyone present was momentarily stunned.

"What you say makes sense, the heaven-covering bead can indeed accomplish this." He paused, his words suddenly taking a sharp turn.

"However, looking across the Yue State, although Magic Treasures that can isolate transmissions are not many, they are not limited to just the heaven-covering bead. This cannot be considered ironclad evidence, is there anything else?"

"There is!"

Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong's voice suddenly rose high, as if grasping a straw to save his life in despair.

"Apart from the secret plant, the Loose Cultivator informants my Yan Family deployed around the Ning Family that day also saw it! They saw it with their own eyes—the speed at which you broke the formation was astonishingly fast; the Ning Family's mountain-protecting array didn't even hold out for three breaths before being blasted into fragments.

Two Foundation Establishment! At least two Foundation Establishment Cultivators struck at the same time! Looking across the Three Counties, apart from you Wang Chongyang, only Wang Yaozu is a newly advanced Foundation Establishment!

Two Foundation Establishment joining hands, if it isn't your Wang Family, then who else could it be!"

Wang Chongyang slowly let out a breath in his heart.

The speed of breaking the formation—this was the hardest part of the plan to explain.

Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong had not seen it with his own eyes, only deducing it based on the informants' descriptions.

Deduction was not ironclad evidence.

The expression on his Face remained as calm as water, merely drawing back the true fire in his palm by a few more fractions: "Is there anything else?"

Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong completely cast all caution aside, shouting hoarsely: "There is! I have human witnesses! I also have physical evidence!"

He roared frantically towards the flying boat direction, "Chaoyang! Bring the people up!"

The cabin door of the Yan Family's flying boat was suddenly pushed open, and a young Cultivator strode out—precisely Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong's direct eldest son, Yan Chaoyang.

Tear tracks still lingered on his Face, yet his eyes were filled with venom. He beckoned towards the inside of the flying boat, and three people looking like Loose Cultivators were pushed out.

All three Loose Cultivators were at the Qi Refining Early Stage cultivation, wearing washed-out grey cloth short jackets. Their expressions were panicked, not daring to lift their heads. They were dragged by their arms by Yan Chaoyang and forcibly pulled to the edge of the flying boat's gunwale, pressed down by their heads to kneel.

Yan Chaoyang bowed respectfully towards Yang Zhenghua, his Face full of grief and indignation.

"May the Superior Sect Envoy please listen; these three are Loose Cultivators from Xiaoshan County. That day, they were the ones who personally saw the Wang Family's team returning to Lotus Pier carrying a large amount of wealth after the Ning Family's extermination.

Among them, someone even saw the Wang Family's Young Lord Wang Shouren walking at the very front of the team, holding a twelve-foot-long spear in his hand, with blood still dripping from the spear tip!"

"And this is the physical evidence!"

Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong's Divine Soul screamed in the true fire, a wisp of remnant soul power probing out from the Divine Soul, retrieving a video-recording bead and a pile of shattered Puppet remains from the Storage Pouch inside his Physical Body's bosom, scattering them with a clatter onto the stone courtyard.

Although those Puppet remains were already shattered and fragmented, their original appearance could still be vaguely discerned—the broken tail of a Puppet Rat, the shattered wings of a Puppet bird, and the formation pattern markings uniquely belonging to the Wang Family engraved at the joints.

"These Puppet remains were discovered within the ruins of the Ning Family that day! Puppets produced by the Wang Family have no second branch across the Three Counties!

And that video-recording bead is the footage secretly filmed by my Yan Family's Loose Cultivators beside the mountain path that night—it clearly captured the figures of the Wang Family's team!"

Wang Yaozu suddenly stepped forward, speaking in a stern voice. The anger and grievance in that voice were almost about to condense into substance.

"Impossible! This is simply impossible! My Wang Family didn't have any teams go out at all that night, where did this footage come from! This is clearly framing and entrapment!"

Yan Chaoyang sneered, holding the video-recording bead high and injecting magical power into it.

The video-recording bead projected a blurry curtain of light in mid-air. The image was filmed from an upward angle within a patch of grass, extremely low and extremely concealed.

The image shook violently, obviously caused by the person filming secretly being overly nervous, but dozens of figures flashing across the night sky could still be discerned.

Among them, one figure was wrapped in crimson-gold thunder light all over their body, shaped like lightning, flying very far away in an instant.

Looking at the figure, looking at the robes, looking at the color of that thunder light—they were identical to Wang Shouren in every way.

Yan Chaoyang pointed at that streak of crimson-gold thunder light in the image, his voice sharp and affirmative, his Face full of the ferocity of one who had victory in his grasp.

"Superior Sect Envoy, please look! This is Wang Shouren!"

"Fierce Thunder True Intent!"