67: Medicine Man (15)

"Hand over Tang Yiliang, otherwise, I will slaughter your entire clan."

The cold voice was devoid of emotion, striking heavily upon the hearts of every member of the Luo Family.

The Luo Family head, Luo Tian, a dignified Guiyi Realm expert, felt his very bones groaning under the pressure dominated by the Grotto-Heaven Realm experts at this moment.

He raised his head, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at Si Yun and the others in the sky.

Make his Luo Family hand over Tang Yiliang?

He remembered half a year ago, when he went out to search for medicine and encountered an ambush by enemies, suffering severe injuries and barely escaping with his life.

It was that youth who happened to be passing by, who risked his life to pull him back from the gates of hell.

He remembered his daughter, and the unprecedented radiance in her eyes when she looked at that youth.

He remembered even more clearly today, just an hour ago, when he personally placed his daughter's hand into the hand of that youth named Tang Yiliang.

Hand him over?

Luo Tian smiled.

The smile was desolate, yet it was also resolute.

He straightened his spine, which had been bent by the pressure, and roared with all his might.

"My Luo Family has no cowards who sell out their friends for glory!"

"If you want to touch my son-in-law, you must first step over my corpse!"

"The entire Luo Family, fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

Responding to him were the equally resolute roars of the Luo Family disciples.

"Stubborn and foolish."

A mocking sneer appeared on Si Yun's face.

He did not say another word, simply raising his hand lightly.

Then, he swung it down.

The slaughter began.

There was no fierce fighting, no evenly matched resistance.

This was completely a crushing defeat.

A Three Origins Realm expert, under a casual point from a Grotto-Heaven Realm Old Ancestor, had his body and Divine Soul instantly explode into a mist of blood.

The magnificent pavilions and towers were reduced to powder in the dissipating aftermath.

The festive red lanterns were stained even more glaringly by the blood.

The guests fled in terror, but were blocked by an invisible barrier of power, then pierced by beams of light descending from the sky, nailed to the ground.

"No!"

Tang Yiliang's eyes were bloodshot.

He saw the Luo Family elders, who had just been toasting him and blessing him and Liu'er, smashed into meat paste with a single palm.

He saw those Luo Family youths who had smiled and called him "Brother-in-law" torn to pieces in terror.

Blood.

Blood was everywhere.

The entire Luo Family estate became a sea of blood.

All of this was because of him.

A surge of intense rage and hatred erupted in his chest.

"Si Yun!"

He roared, his voice hoarse and filled with endless hatred.

"I! Want! You! To! Die!"

Si Yun's gaze locked onto him instantly.

He unleashed his Three Origins Realm Late Stage cultivation without reservation, and his figure disappeared immediately.

He wanted to personally finish off this child of destiny.

A kill with one strike!

The fist wind tore through the air, carrying the determination to kill, and slammed toward Tang Yiliang's head.

However, at the very moment the fist was about to make contact, a dazzling golden light suddenly exploded from Tang Yiliang's chest.

"Clang!"

A loud sound rang out.

Si Yun only felt his fist smash into a piece of hard Divine Stone, and a huge rebound force came, causing him to fly backward.

He steadied his figure, looking at the youth who was unharmed in the golden light, though his face was even paler, and his heart sank sharply.

As expected.

"As expected of a child of destiny, truly hard to kill."

He could not hold back any longer.

"Two Old Ancestors, join me in attacking, lock the space, and behead this villain!"

Si Yun shouted sternly.

The two Grotto-Heaven Realm Old Ancestors looked at each other and stopped watching the show.

They attacked simultaneously.

In an instant, the space within a hundred miles became stagnant.

Tang Yiliang felt as if a mountain of hundreds of millions of jun was pressing down on him, and even moving a finger became a luxury.

"Hehehe."

"Let's see how you run now!"

A ferocious smile appeared on Si Yun's face as he lunged forward again.

This time, he gathered all his cultivation, turning it into a ray of death light that pierced toward Tang Yiliang's heart.

However, at the very moment that light was about to pierce through Tang Yiliang's body.

A delicate figure dressed in bright red wedding robes appeared in front of Tang Yiliang without any warning.

It was Luo Liu.

"Puff!"

That ray of death light easily pierced through her chest.

Blood stained the glaring wedding robes red.

"No..."

Tang Yiliang's pupils suddenly constricted.

He watched helplessly as Luo Liu slowly turned around, a trace of a beautiful, tragic smile on her face as she fell toward him.

"No! Liu'er!"

Tang Yiliang let out a sorrowful cry and grabbed her cooling body.

"Yiliang..."

Large amounts of blood gushed from Luo Liu's mouth. With her last bit of strength, she raised her hand, wanting to caress his face.

"Live on..."

"Avenge me... Avenge the Luo Family..."

Her hand fell weakly.

The light in her eyes completely faded.

She was dead.

The girl who had him in her heart and eyes, died in his arms.

Tang Yiliang held her corpse, stunned for a moment.

Boundless hatred and rage, endless sorrow and pain, at this moment, turned into a shocking aura that soared into the sky from his body.

In his arms, an inconspicuous stone suddenly burst forth with seven-colored light, and a mysterious spatial fluctuation spread out instantly.

"Not good!"

The Old Ancestor of Wenhun Grotto-Heaven was knowledgeable and his expression changed drastically.

"It is the Spatial Divine Stone! A supreme wonder that can cross the boundaries of a realm!"

"Don't let him run!"

The two Grotto-Heaven Realm Old Ancestors attacked simultaneously, their powerful attacks booming toward that cluster of seven-colored light.

However, it was too late.

All the attacks landed on empty air.

That cluster of light, along with Tang Yiliang and Luo Liu's corpse, had already vanished without a trace.

In the final instant of the teleportation, through the distorted spatial beam, Si Yun clearly saw Tang Yiliang's eyes.

What kind of look was that?

No anger, no sorrow.

Only a deep silence.

A cold, bone-chilling hatred.

That look was firmly and deeply engraved in Si Yun's memory.

He ran away.

He actually still ran away.

"Ah—!"

Si Yun let out a roar of unwillingness toward the sky.

He turned around, his blood-red eyes sweeping over the surviving, trembling Luo Family servants below.

"If it weren't for this Luo Family... today this Tang Yiliang would not have been able to escape even with wings!"

"Kill them all!"

"Leave no one alive!"

The cold voice pronounced the final fate of the Luo Family.

...

After returning to the Western Desert, the unease in Si Yun's heart did not decrease but increased instead.

He knew that this matter was far from over.

When Tang Yiliang returned again, it would be the calamity of extermination for him and the entire Xuanxian Grotto-Heaven.

He began to Cultivate frantically.

At the same time, he spent a huge price to begin setting up a massive cross-realm Teleportation Array in the most secret place of the Xuanxian Grotto-Heaven.

That was the last retreat he prepared for himself and for the Xuanxian Grotto-Heaven.

Time flew by.

Forty years passed in a flash.

In these forty years, Si Yun's cultivation reached the Peak of the Three Origins Realm, and he was only one step away from the Guiyi Realm.

His Pill path had reached the zenith of the Great Pill Emperor, but due to his limited cultivation, he had yet to take the final step to become a Pill Ancestor Realm expert.

That unease from forty years ago seemed to have gradually been forgotten with the passage of time.

However, on this day.

Si Yun was meditating in his Immortal Cave.

Above the Xuanxian Grotto-Heaven, the cloudless sky suddenly split open with a huge crack.

Si Yun opened his eyes abruptly, his body stiffening.

"Has it come?"