250: Chapter 250 Murder Needs No Reason

"Second Uncle Sun is too polite," Zhou Tianchen said, cupping his fists in return.

After a few pleasantries, Sun Heting proposed returning to the Sun Family first to talk further, mentioning he had brought several jars of fine wine from the Northern Territory, just in time for Sun Mingcheng to try.

Sun Mingcheng looked at Lu Jinghan, who nodded slightly. The four of them then stood up together with Sun Heting and walked south along the street opposite Laifu Inn.

Just as they stood up, Zheng Lingfeng on the second floor of the teahouse also put down the teacup in his hand.

His gaze closely followed those figures, and his right hand pulled out a dark red message jade Talisman from his bosom, his fingertips gently tapping the flame patterns on the surface of the Talisman.

An extremely subtle fluctuation of spiritual power surged from the jade Talisman, silently sinking into the Void Realm and transmitting toward the second floor of Laifu Inn.

In a guest room on the second floor of the inn, the jade Talisman in the palm of Valley Master Qin Cangyan grew slightly warm.

He lowered his head to glance at the fleeting spiritual light on the surface of the jade Talisman, a trace of a cold smile curving the corners of his mouth.

He put away the jade Talisman and turned to look at the three Protectors in the room.

"Make your move."

Before his voice fell, his figure had already disappeared by the window.

The three Protectors closely followed behind. The four figures passed through the inn corridor like ghosts, silently sweeping out from the street-facing window, and landed on the street directly facing Laifu Inn.

Lu Jinghan had only walked a few steps when his figure suddenly paused.

At that instant, his perception captured an extremely fierce aura rapidly closing in from the side.

Without looking back, he reversed his hand to pinch out a light-yellow Talisman from his sleeve. Spiritual light flashed at his fingertips, and the Talisman spontaneously ignited in the wind, transforming into a transparent Qi wall that stretched across behind the four of them.

At the same time, the palm of Valley Master Qin Cangyan had already struck out a dark cyan palm print. Encompassing the majestic spiritual power of a Mahayana Stage Cultivator, the palm print was like a cyan pillar of lightning descending from the sky, directly bombarding the positions of Sun Mingcheng and Sun Heting.

That palm print landed on the Qi wall transformed by the Talisman thrown out by Lu Jinghan, producing a muffled, thunderous roar.

The Qi wall trembled violently for an instant, yet before shattering, it completely deflected the force of the palm print, turning into an invisible ripple that spread out in all directions.

The bluestone slabs on the street were cracked inch by inch by that aftershock, and the wooden signs of the shops on both sides shook noisily, but Sun Mingcheng and Sun Heting stood in place, completely unharmed.

Sun Mingcheng's complexion turned pale white in that instant, able to clearly feel the killing intent contained within that palm print just now.

Had that Qi wall not blocked in front of them, he and Second Uncle Sun would already be corpses by now.

Sun Heting's expression changed as well. He abruptly turned around, his gaze falling upon the four figures slowly landing on the side of the street, his voice carrying undisguised shock and anger: "Mahayana Stage! Valley Master Qin Cangyan? Why must you kill my Sun Family?"

Valley Master Qin Cangyan stood in the center of the street, his dark red robe snapping loudly in the lingering wind of that previous strike.

His gaze passed over Sun Heting and landed on Lu Jinghan, his expression growing a bit gloomier.

He recognized the aura emitted by that Talisman just now; it was Kunlun's exclusive protective Talisman.

His voice was as cold and hard as iron, every word seeming squeezed out from between his teeth: "You are a Kunlun Disciple, so I won't make things difficult for you. But as for the Sun Family's affairs, you had best not meddle."

Those passersby on the street who were originally hurrying along or stopping finally came to their senses at this moment.

Everything just now happened too fast; from Valley Master Qin Cangyan's strike to the shattering of the Qi wall, it was merely two or three breaths of time.

Some screamed as they retreated, some turned and fled, and some hid behind shop door panels, sticking out half their heads to look around.

Lu Jinghan withdrew his hand and looked calmly at Valley Master Qin Cangyan, his tone calm: "Sun Mingcheng can be considered my friend. If you want to kill him, it is impossible for me to stand by and watch."

Valley Master Qin Cangyan's gaze lingered on Lu Jinghan for a moment, a trace of apprehension flashing through his eyes.

He could sense that the cultivation of the young man before him was merely at the Void Refinement Stage, yet the grade of that Talisman just now was extremely high.

If Lu Jinghan stubbornly insisted on blocking him, he wouldn't be able to succeed in a short time, and Young Master Mu Mingfeng hadn't given them that much time.

Valley Master Qin Cangyan glanced at the three Protectors beside him, and the three nodded slightly at the same time. Their gazes met silently, instantly reaching a certain tacit understanding.

Without saying more, his figure abruptly pressed forward once again, and the pale cyan spiritual power rolled like a surging torrent, crushing toward Lu Jinghan's direction.

At the same time, the three Protectors attacked simultaneously from three different directions. Their target was not Lu Jinghan, but rather the three of Sun Mingcheng and Sun Heting whom he shielded behind him, attempting to tear open a gap in Lu Jinghan's defense with scattered offenses.

However, right at this moment, several hurried sounds of breaking wind rang out simultaneously from both ends of the street. Figures swept over from different directions like streaks of light, landing on the rooftops, in front of shops, and at alley entrances on both sides of the street, tightly surrounding this area.

The leading person stood on the flying eaves of a tavern on the east side of the street, dressed in a dark red official robe with a majestic countenance. The aura around his body was as thick and solid as a mountain, which was unexpectedly the cultivation of the Peak of the Body Integration Stage—Huaiyang City Lord Wu Zhengyuan.

Behind him followed several guards wearing uniformly styled armor, every single one of them possessing a cultivation above the Void Refinement Stage, standing at full alert.

On the west side of the street, a lean-figured elder was striding out from a courtyard gate. Although his face was aged, his steps were steady and forceful, and a strong aura of medicinal herbs emanated from his entire body. His gaze crossed the crowd, landing on Valley Master Qin Cangyan with an extremely unsightly expression.

Behind the elder, a figure dressed in black martial attire landed silently. That person was not tall, but the aura around his body was as fierce as a blade. He stood with his hands behind his back at an inconspicuous shadow on the edge of the street, evidently observing the development of the situation.

Further away on a green-brick courtyard wall, a middle-aged man in a purple robe stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze falling upon Lu Jinghan as he narrowed his eyes slightly, unsure of what he was plotting.

Sun Family Clan Head Sun Henian also rushed over at this moment, an expression of shock and fury upon his face. He stood firm in front of Sun Mingcheng and Sun Heting, looking toward Valley Master Qin Cangyan, his voice hoarse and suppressed: "My Sun Family has always had no grievances with Your Excellency. Why must Your Excellency commit such a vicious act against my son?"

Valley Master Qin Cangyan swept a glance at the figures arriving successively around them, a mocking smile surfacing at the corners of his mouth, and his tone carrying an undisguised haughtiness: "When Cangyan Valley kills people, what reason is needed?"

Before his words had even finished falling, his figure moved once more.

This time he paid no mind to Lu Jinghan, nor did he care about the various factions gathering around. His figure, like a pale cyan streak of light, straightly swept across a distance of several zhang, his right hand with five fingers pressed together like a blade, slashing toward Sun Mingcheng's throat.