314: Chapter 314 Using a borrowed knife to kill

"That's true. Although that brat Zeng Ziyu is conceited, he never does stupid things. Once he knows he cannot handle something, he definitely won't fight to the bitter end," a middle-aged man laughed. He was Zeng Ziyu's father, Zeng Suran.

Afterwards, the eight of them split into two teams. Four of them ran to wait at Zeng Ziyu's Immortal Cave, taking the opportunity to recover their mana to cope with tomorrow's battle, while the other four continued searching.

This time, the entire Zeng Family with eighty-nine Qi Refining Cultivators came to the Chen Family to seek refuge, but the Chen Family only gave them resting quarters at the foot of the mountain and did not arrange any Immortal Caves for them to Cultivate.

However, they dared not harbor any complaints, even though the Chen Family was only willing to let them in to utilize them in fighting against the sea monsters together.

However, out of the twenty-six people they sent into battle this time, seven died in combat. Among the remaining nineteen, most were injured, and only these eight were luckier and uninjured, though it was hard to say for tomorrow.

The four people searching for Zeng Ziyu outside each went to a different place to look.

Before long, one person from the Zeng Family inquired about Zeng Ziyu's whereabouts.

That person had once received help from the Zeng Family, and taking the initiative to speak up this time was also to repay their favor.

"Fellow Daoist Qu, do you really know the whereabouts of our Ziyu?" the White-haired Elder asked excitedly.

"Fellow Daoist Zeng, you don't need to be so polite. I suppose as you walked all the way here, you also found that some people knew Zeng Ziyu's whereabouts, but were unwilling to tell you, right?" Qu Zhuangwu said with implied meaning.

"Mm, isn't that normal? To be frank with Fellow Daoist Qu, although that grand-nephew of mine has a proud temperament, both his talent and strength have truly reached a point where even this old man can only gaze in awe. It is completely normal for others to be jealous that my Zeng Family has such a Genius, and I can understand why they are unwilling to speak," the White-haired Elder said, his tone full of arrogance.

"What Fellow Daoist Zeng says is indeed true. Unfortunately, that Genius of yours is already dead," Qu Zhuangwu explained with a hint of oddness in his eyes.

He found that the people of the Zeng Family didn't seem modest at all; could it be that because they produced a Zeng Ziyu, they thought they were invincible under heaven?

"What?" The White-haired Elder and the fifth brother beside him thought they had heard wrong.

"Fellow Daoist, do not hoax our Zeng Family. Whenever our Ziyu encounters trouble, he will definitely not stubbornly rush to his death," Zeng Suran, who had hurried over, rebuked before the White-haired Elder and the other could speak.

"So it is Brother Zeng," Qu Zhuangwu greeted.

"Brother Qu, you must not hoax us. How could our Ziyu die so easily?" Zeng Suran's tone was somewhat impatient.

Meanwhile, the White-haired Elder and the fifth brother at the side fell somewhat silent.

"Fellow Daoist Qu, please tell the truth, and my Zeng Family will be endlessly grateful," the White-haired Elder asked, his tone somewhat low.

He hoped this wasn't true, yet Qu Zhuangwu didn't seem to be deceiving them.

"Grand-uncle, how could Ziyu possibly die? Even if all the Qi Refining Cultivators here die, he wouldn't—"

"Shut your mouth! Fellow Daoist Qu, please do not blame him; this nephew of mine is merely too worried, which is why he uttered some nonsense."

"It's fine, several of you. That Genius of yours is indeed extraordinary, but what if he was facing someone from the Chen Family?" Qu Zhuangwu's tone was somewhat flat, yet his eyes contained an inexplicable meaning.

Starting today, he felt he should stay further away from the people of the Zeng Family and avoid being contaminated by the bad luck of these fools.

"Fellow Daoist Qu, what do you mean by that?" The White-haired Elder involuntarily swallowed hard. Even Zeng Suran, upon hearing the word Chen Family, did not dare to continue raging.

"That Genius of your Zeng Family is truly something else. Feeling that the people of the Chen Family were all trash, he actually went to provoke the Chen Family and even made a wager with someone," Qu Zhuangwu stated.

"The crucial point is that not only did he lose the wager in the end, but he also wanted to secretly harm a Cultivator of the Chen Family. You had better think about how your Zeng Family will survive from now on!" After saying this, Qu Zhuangwu wanted to stay far away from the Zeng Family members; he did not want to have any involvement with them.

But Zeng Suran did not want to let him go. "Fellow Daoist Qu, my Zeng Family helped you a lot back then. It's one thing that you didn't look after my son, but you actually allowed him to provoke the Chen Family. Tell me, did you and the Chen Family set up a scheme together because you were afraid my son would become a Foundation Establishment Cultivator and wanted to finish him off here?"

"Let go of me! If it weren't for your past kindness, I wouldn't even waste time with you here," Qu Zhuangwu angrily said.

"Let go," the White-haired Elder shouted at Zeng Suran.

"But—" Zeng Suran was somewhat dumbfounded by this shout. Even though his own grand-uncle was not standing on his side, he still didn't want to let go.

"Let go!" the White-haired Elder shouted again.

Only this time did Zeng Suran finally let go, though he felt somewhat aggrieved.

"Hmph!" Qu Zhuangwu turned around and left, completely unwilling to waste any more time here.

"Grand-uncle, they must have teamed up to deal with Ziyu. The Chen Family is definitely worried that our Zeng Family—" Zeng Suran wailed tearfully.

"Shut up. From today onwards, we will treat Ziyu as dead, regardless of who made the move, and regardless of right or wrong." A trace of profundity filled the White-haired Elder's gaze.

It wasn't that he didn't want revenge, but he knew they couldn't get revenge.

If Zeng Ziyu died, then he died. Even if the Chen Family killed him, so what?

They were currently in the Chen Family's territory after all, and the Chen Family had Foundation Establishment Cultivators, more than one at that. How could they take revenge in this situation?

Could it be that they should lead the entire Family to rush to their deaths together?

They could only bury today's hatred deep in their hearts and wait for another day in the future.

Zeng Suran wanted to take revenge on the Chen Family right now, but he himself knew very well that they were no match for the Chen Family.

Finally, supported by his fifth uncle, he walked back to their quarters together.

...

After they left, the Chen Family's Cultivators appeared. Aside from them, there were also experts from seven other Qi Refining Families.

There were around a dozen people, and all of them were in the Late Qi Refining Stage.

When the three Zeng Family members left, after calling back the last person, they headed toward their quarters together. However, when they left, the road was not as lively as when they came; not even a single person was spotted, and they had no idea where everyone had gone.

When they turned back, the few Cultivators originally behind them had also disappeared, as if they hadn't just run into them a moment ago.

"Not good, run!" The White-haired Elder was the first to react, shouting to the few people beside him.

Except for that fifth brother who also reacted, the other two had completely failed to react.

Accompanied by a series of piercing sounds through the air, the two people, including Zeng Suran who remained dumbfounded in place, were instantly killed. Before Zeng Suran died, his eyes still held bewilderment.

However, Cultivators were also lying in ambush in the direction where the White-haired Elder and the fifth brother fled.

"Hmph, people of the Chen Family, must you drive us to absolute ruin?" the White-haired Elder angrily said.

"Hehe! You sure reacted quickly. Don't bother saying begging words; that way I can at least grant you a decent way to die. I will handle him myself, and as for the rest of the Zeng Family, I'll trouble you all. Kill them," Chen Changqi laughed.

As the head of the Chen Family, his cultivation was only at the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining, but his combat power could definitely crush the White-haired Elder who was at the Perfection of the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining.

After all, the gap in status between the two sides was right there.