246: The truth! The collapse of Wen Lingyun, the head of the Wen family!

Inside the dim room, the bright candlelight flickered gently in the breeze.

The seemingly refined man wore a light-colored, evergreen long gown.

The man's face held an undisguised ferocity, and he was none other than Wen Mo Chen, the once infinitely glorious imperial son-in-law and husband of Princess Xingyue, during the reign of the former emperor.

As a prominent aristocratic Family in the Eastern Region, the Wen Family was inherently a profound existence.

And the Wen Family's Old Ancestor, Wen Fengyuan, was an even more extraordinary being.

Wen Fengyuan was once the Head of the Great Xia Academy.

At the same time, Wen Fengyuan also concurrently held the official position of Supervisor of the Great Xia Imperial College, truly a dual Peak figure in the Great Xia Dynasty and Martial Dao.

His influence had even permeated the Great Xia Imperial court; at least one-fifth of the officials in the Great Xia Dynasty had intricate connections with Wen Fengyuan.

Whether they were his disciples or old friends, this vast network of relationships ensured the Wen Family's prominent position in the Great Xia Dynasty was as stable as Mount Tai.

As for his Martial Dao cultivation, Wen Fengyuan's Martial Dao Realm was even more unfathomable.

More than ten years ago, when the former emperor was still alive, he was already a Martial Artist at the Major Achievement of the Divine Palace Realm, a Nascent Soul True Person, truly a towering giant of a region.

Finally, the former emperor highly recognized Wen Fengyuan's achievements, and when he retired to his hometown, he personally issued an imperial decree bestowing upon him the title of Duke Rong of Great Xia.

This Duke Rong Title title not only symbolized Wen Fengyuan's personal merits but also represented the Wen Family's standing in the heart of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Because the Duke Rong was one of the highest titles in the Imperial Dynasty, only generations of prominent, meritorious imperial relatives or old officials could receive this honor.

Therefore, even though Wen Fengyuan had already retired to his hometown, his prestige could still awe all directions.

And ten years ago, after Wen Mo Chen, the eldest son of the Wen Family, became the imperial son-in-law of the Great Xia Dynasty.

The reputation of the Wen Family, a prominent Family in the Eastern Region, reached its Peak, holding a position second only to the Eight Great Families in the entire Great Xia Dynasty.

In this Eastern Region, the Wen Family's power was at its zenith; even most State Dukes of the various states in the Eastern Region had to defer to the Wen Family.

Take the State Duke of Wen Tai State, for example; as a high-ranking official governing a state, the State Duke of Wen Tai State still had to personally visit every now and then.

He would humbly and respectfully greet Duke Rong Wen Fengyuan, adopting an extremely low posture, fearing even the slightest offense or neglect.

Therefore, Wen Mo Chen, as the eldest legitimate son of the Wen Family and the future heir of the Wen Family, naturally received immense attention.

He not only carried the Family's expectations but also, under the importance placed on him by the Wen Family's Old Ancestor Wen Fengyuan, enjoyed supreme glory and Martial Dao resources.

Currently, Wen Mo Chen, at merely around thirty years old, had already cultivated to the Perfection of the Inner Qi Realm.

This was still due to Wen Mo Chen's own slightly insufficient Martial Dao talent.

Otherwise, with the help of the Wen Family's vast resources, he could have long ago aspired to the Martial Dao Grandmaster Realm.

“You harlot, just stay here obediently!”

Wen Mo Chen's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, chillingly cold, every word wrapped in intense hatred.

His venomous gaze shot directly at the woman on the bed, that one look as if he would dismember her into a thousand pieces in the next second.

“By half a year from now, the Wen Family will become the new Eight Great Families.”

“Those few Families have already agreed to grant our Wen Family that legendary item once the great deed is accomplished.”

“A ten-pattern sun relic!”

A ten-pattern sun relic!

As the future Family Head of the Wen Family, Wen Mo Chen naturally knew some important secrets within the Great Xia Dynasty.

The ten-pattern sun-grade sacrificial artifact was the ultimate power of the Great Xia Dynasty, without parallel.

The Great Xia Dynasty, the Eight Great Families, and the Five Transcendent Forces could stand at the pinnacle of the Great Xia Dynasty all by relying on the vast power of the ten-pattern sun relic!

If their Wen Family successfully obtained this legendary ten-pattern sun-grade sacrificial artifact.

By that time, the Wen Family's Old Ancestor Wen Fengyuan could use the power of the ten-pattern sun relic to completely stand at the Peak of the Great Xia Dynasty's Martial Artists.

And he, as the future Family Head of the Wen Family, might also be able to glimpse the power of that ten-pattern sun relic in the future.

Wen Mo Chen sketched in his mind the illusion of him wielding the ten-pattern sun relic, and the more he thought about it, the more engrossed he became, his eyes instantly igniting with greedy desire.

Following that, Wen Mo Chen threw his sleeve back and burst into wild laughter, his laughter sharp and unrestrained, echoing ceaselessly in the silent room.

After laughing, Wen Mo Chen abruptly flicked his sleeve and strode away rapidly.

Wen Mo Chen's extremely wild laughter had not yet completely dissipated.

At the doorway, a blurry figure, like a ghost, silently appeared.

That tall figure stood indifferently before Wen Mo Chen without any warning.

All of this happened too suddenly; Wen Mo Chen didn't even have time to react.

The next second, a slap containing infinite power, accompanied by the whistling of wind, fiercely landed on his face.

“Boom!”

A loud bang erupted, this crisp sound seemingly tearing through one's eardrums.

Wen Mo Chen's entire body, under the impact of this powerful force, flew backward uncontrollably like a launched cannonball.

The residual force of that terrifying slap was unstoppable; wherever Wen Mo Chen's body went, obstacles along the way were sent flying aside.

Finally, Wen Mo Chen's body, near a pillar by the wall, bounced back abruptly and fell heavily onto the ground.

Wen Mo Chen lay on the ground like a dead dog, twitching in pain, enduring the severe pain throughout his body.

On his originally somewhat handsome, pale face, a red, almost bone-deep palm print now clearly appeared.

That palm print was like a branding iron, conspicuous and glaring.

At the same time, a thick line of blood slowly flowed from the corner of Wen Mo Chen's mouth.

This line of fresh blood dripped onto the clean and tidy ground, forming shocking bloodstains.

Wen Mo Chen, lying on the ground, slowly raised his head, his originally angry eyes instantly widened, filled with disbelief.

Only because the figure standing outside the door was someone he was all too familiar with.

“Father!” Wen Mo Chen's voice sounded a bit shaky, with a hint of disbelief.

“What are you doing?!”

At this moment, Wen Mo Chen was full of confusion and grievance, completely unaware of why his father would be so ruthless towards him.

The middle-aged man standing at the doorway was Wen Mo Chen's biological father, Wen Lingyun, the current Family Head of the Wen Family.

Wen Lingyun's eyes revealed a cold glint, killing intent surged, and his face was so gloomy it seemed water could drip from it.

With each step into the room, Wen Lingyun carried a chilling Aura around him.

Until Wen Lingyun walked in front of Wen Mo Chen, his hands unconsciously clenched tightly into fists.

The invisible, terrifying power around him, at this moment, seemed to materialize into white liquid, spreading in circles, making the air heavy and oppressive.

In the blink of an eye, Wen Lingyun's eyes widened in fury, as if they were about to burst, and the veins on his forehead bulged, like winding, undulating snakes.

He stepped forward, suddenly grabbed Wen Mo Chen's collar, and pulled him up fiercely.

This distance was almost pressed against Wen Mo Chen's face.

However, Wen Lingyun didn't pay attention to these details now and directly roared in a sharp voice.

“You little beast!”

“Do you know what you're doing?!”

Wen Lingyun's furious, tearing roar was like rolling thunder.

It exploded in Wen Mo Chen's ears, making his eardrums ache, his mind blank, and him utterly bewildered.

At this moment, Wen Mo Chen, although a Martial Artist at the Perfection of the Inner Qi Realm.

But in front of the furious Wen Lingyun, he was like an ant, utterly powerless to resist.

He could only let Wen Lingyun's overwhelming rage vent freely.

Wen Lingyun saw that his son, Wen Mo Chen, did not respond to him.

His chest rose and fell violently again as he tried to suppress his almost out-of-control emotions, yet he still couldn't hide his fury and continued to roar.

“Who allowed you to do this?”

“Also, who else was involved in this matter?”

Wen Lingyun's voice was low and cold, as if from the Nine Nether Hell, every word wrapped in a biting chill that seemed to freeze the air.

“How could I have given birth to such a wicked son?!”

Wen Lingyun laughed in extreme anger, a hint of determination and ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

“Fine, since you are so audacious, as your father, I will send you, this little beast, to meet that audacious harlot of yours!”

As soon as his words fell, Wen Lingyun's Aura surged, and killing intent spread like a tangible substance.

The “audacious harlot” Wen Lingyun referred to was none other than Wen Mo Chen's biological mother, the current Mistress of the Wen Family, who was Wen Lingyun's lawfully wedded wife back then.

It was clear that Wen Lingyun believed Wen Mo Chen's actions were all instigated by his biological mother.

Therefore, Wen Lingyun blamed all the wrongdoing on his own wife.

On his way here, Wen Lingyun had already made a sudden move against his wife of many years in his own room.

With just one palm strike, Wen Lingyun mercilessly killed his wife.

It turned out that when Wen Mo Chen was acting recklessly, Wen Lingyun, as the Family Head of the Wen Family, happened to be away from Wen Tai State to meet some old friends.

During this period, he was completely unaware of outside affairs, only knowing that a heaven-grade anomaly had appeared in Haoran Prefecture.

Yesterday, after receiving the news, Wen Lingyun rushed back to Wen Tai State.

He didn't even have a moment to rest and immediately hurried towards the Family's evacuation location—Mingxin Prefecture.

Just after returning to the mansion, his trusted subordinate rushed to find him and secretly reported Wen Mo Chen's actions.

He was told everything that had happened, including the causes and effects, in detail.

Wen Mo Chen, that wicked son, was truly insane!

He actually captured the playmate maid who had accompanied Princess Xingyue since childhood, wantonly toyed with her, and tormented her to death.

And then, this wicked son, fearing that Princess Xingyue would complain to the one in Heaven Capital.

So, Wen Mo Chen took advantage of her unpreparedness, struck ruthlessly, and brutally murdered Princess Xingyue.

Princess Xingyue's Martial Dao cultivation was not only completely ruined, but her limbs were also cruelly broken.

At this moment, Princess Xingyue was barely breathing, hanging by a thread, on the verge of death.

Wen Mo Chen's eyes were bloodshot, widened to the point of almost bursting.

His body was already restrained by an unknown force, so he could only watch helplessly.

He watched as his father Wen Lingyun's palm, imbued with terrifying Gale Force, swiftly and mercilessly swept towards his forehead like an eagle seizing a rabbit.

In this world, no one knew his father's strength better than Wen Mo Chen.

Wen Lingyun, a Martial Artist at Minor Achievement of Outer Strength Grandmaster, his power was already infinitely close to the Major Achievement of Outer Strength Grandmaster Realm.

And he, at present, was merely a small Martial Artist at the Perfection of the Inner Qi Realm.

Therefore, facing such a fierce strike from a nearly Outer Strength Grandmaster Major Achievement expert.

Wen Mo Chen knew deep down that he would only have one outcome: certain death, with no possibility of survival.

Just as Wen Mo Chen was filled with despair and closed his eyes, awaiting death.

A hunched figure, at some unknown moment, had quietly appeared outside the door.

Then, the old man slowly moved his steps, one by one, unhurriedly walking in.

Immediately after, under Wen Lingyun's gaze of utter shock and horror.

The slightly hunched old man simply extended one finger.

He gently pressed against Wen Lingyun's palm, which contained immense power and was forcefully sweeping towards Wen Mo Chen's forehead.

In an instant, Wen Lingyun's originally unstoppable right palm seemed to have been cast with a freezing spell.

At this moment, Wen Lingyun's right hand completely stopped mid-air, no matter how much he exerted force, he could not advance an inch further.

At the same time, a faint, yet heart-palpitating, mysterious pressure emanated from the old man's seemingly frail body.

This mysterious pressure, like a gentle spring breeze, softly yet irresistibly calmed all chaotic signs in the room.

“Lingyun, wait!”

The old man finally spoke, his voice not loud, but it seemed to carry a kind of authority that Wen Lingyun could not defy.

“Old Ancestor!”

Wen Lingyun recognized the hunched old man before him at a glance; he suppressed the shock in his heart and did not hesitate in the slightest.

After a “thud,” Wen Lingyun had already knelt down, respectfully kneeling at the old man's feet.

“Lingyun greets Old Ancestor!”

Wen Lingyun's previous ruthlessness was gone, his tone filled with awe.

Wen Mo Chen, who had escaped death, felt his legs go weak, and he collapsed onto the ground like a puddle of mud.

After a while, he managed to support himself with difficulty, scrambling and crawling to the old man's feet.

Wen Mo Chen grabbed the old man's brocade boots tightly, as if clutching his last straw of hope.

“Old Ancestor!”

“Help!”

Wen Mo Chen was in tears, his voice full of fear and despair, “He not only killed my mother, but now he wants my life too!”

The identity of this old man before them was self-evident, ready to be revealed; he was precisely the Wen Family's Old Ancestor, Wen Fengyuan.

Wen Fengyuan's gaze was deep and steady as he looked down at the kneeling Wen Lingyun and slowly spoke.

“Lingyun, I have my own arrangements for this matter.”

“You have been traveling and are tired, so go and rest for a few days.”

“Three days later, you will accompany me to meet the guests from those places!”

After a moment, Wen Lingyun suddenly looked up, his face pale and discomposed.

Just now, the Old Ancestor had quietly revealed the identities of those people to him with his Primordial Spirit power.

What Wen Lingyun had never expected was that the people the Old Ancestor spoke of were actually from the Eight Great Families and those few Transcendent Forces.

At this moment, Wen Lingyun looked dejected, his body slowly tilting backward as he slumped powerlessly onto the floor.

He was now filled with bitterness, his thoughts a tangled mess, yet the answer in his mind gradually became clear.

Wen Lingyun finally understood; it turned out that the manipulator behind all of this was none other than his own Old Ancestor.

Why!

Why exactly is this happening?!