Volume One, Chapter 46: One Sentence Can Bring Down a Century-Old Family Legacy

Soon, Long Yiran arrived at the scene entirely alone.

Seeing that Long Yiran actually came by herself, Tian Nongyu burst into laughter.

"Long Yiran, to think you'd dare to come here alone. Aren't you afraid you'll die right here?"

"After all, you are utterly worthless to me. The only reason you've been allowed to live this long is because I needed you to keep Xue'er calm."

Long Yiran wore a tattered long dress, her snow-white skin half-revealed, yet her cold gaze held not a shred of fear.

"Tian Nongyu, you are nothing more than a beast."

"Back then, to consolidate your own power, you forced your son to practice martial arts until he suffered a deviation, and now you've driven him to a mental breakdown, killing countless people."

"And now that you've sealed him away inside this coffin, what kind of good person are you trying to pretend to be?"

"Shut your mouth!" Tian Nongyu, whose smiling face had instantly vanished as if his tail had been stepped on, bellowed furiously, "What do you know?"

"Everything I did was for his own good!"

"How could you ever understand the painstaking efforts I took?"

"In this world, if you aren't strong, you will forever be trampled beneath the feet of others."

"Money alone is useless; you must be powerful yourself. Only when you possess personal strength will others dare not cross you."

"My Tian family has been in business for generations, yet we never produced a single martial artist. But my son is a once-in-a-generation genius, a true dragon destined to compete with the other families of the Junlin Corporation in the future."

"Only through his success can my Tian family endure for a century without falling."

"What is a mere daughter? Why must you keep protecting her? If worst comes to worst, you can just bear a few more children with my son."

"You need to understand me."

"Ridiculous," Long Yiran thought to herself that this old wretch had completely lost his humanity.

"Stop dreaming. Let me tell you, I've gathered nearly all evidence of your vile deeds over the years."

"When the time comes, I'll simply publish them all on the Junlin Corporation's social network, and we'll see if your Tian family can still maintain a foothold in China."

"So that's the confidence that brought you here alone. You didn't come to negotiate with me; I see you've simply come to throw your life away."

"Hmph, you've always cared so much about your reputation. Rest assured, if any harm comes to my daughter, I will ensure your Tian family's infamy lasts for ten thousand years."

"Hahahaha..."

Tian Nongyu tilted his head back and laughed aloud.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at how naive you are," Tian Nongyu shook his head. "Perhaps you don't know yet."

"The tides of the Junlin Corporation are turning. Aside from myself, the Ye family—one of the other eight board members—and the Heaven and Earth Auction House's Zhao family have already made their moves."

"I believe it won't be long before the entire Junlin Corporation belongs to us."

"As for your pathetic little tricks, they won't work at all. Money can smooth over everything."

"You..."

"Take her down!"

At Tian Nongyu's command, a bodyguard stepped forward and forcefully shoved Long Yiran to the ground.

"Tian Nongyu, you old beast, you will reap what you sow for doing this."

"You drove your son to cultivation deviation, and now you want to murder your granddaughter. Just wait and see, your Tian family will soon have its bloodline cut off."

"That is none of your concern. Now tell me, where on earth is Xue'er?"

"You will never find out. I have already arranged for someone to protect her, and that person is certainly not afraid of you."

"Oh? Then I'd love to know precisely who dares to oppose my Tian family."

"Cut off one of her arms, throw it at the gates of the Long residence, and tell Long Xue'er that if she fails to show up, she can watch her mother die."

"You beast, you absolute beast!" Long Yiran broke down completely.

Yet at that very moment, a miserable scream echoed from outside the door.

"Bang!"

A blurred afterimage flew into the room.

"Who goes there!"

Tian Nongyu's pupils constricted as he looked up.

A frost-cold woman stepped into view.

Yan Qiluo.

"Who are you?"

Long Yiran, pinned to the floor, was equally stunned.

She hadn't expected Yan Qiluo to follow her here.

Without wasting words, Yan Qiluo calmly checked the time. "My master said that Long Yiran cannot die."

"Today, on behalf of my master, I am here to deliver a message to you."

"If the Tian family is blind and continues to make an issue of this matter, my master will issue a final ultimatum, erasing your Tian family's century-old foundation from Shanghai entirely."

"And who is your master..."

"Yan Fengjia!"

As those words fell, Tian Nongyu recalled the name and suddenly laughed.

"A nobody from Qinghai City, nothing more than a lapdog to Gusu Yanyrou."

"What is he acting so arrogant for?"

"Go ahead and have him try."

Isn't Gusu Yanyrou practically finished by now anyway?

Yan Qiluo smiled, but in the next instant, her figure flickered and she appeared directly in front of Tian Nongyu.

Her speed was terrifyingly fast.

Having already stepped into the Grandmaster realm, Yan Qiluo abruptly drew a gold-plated Desert Eagle from the black silk stocking wrapping her thigh.

"Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"

"You..."

"Bang!"

Without a moment of hesitation, mercilessly as a veteran killer, Yan Qiluo fired a single shot that blew apart the skull of this board member of the Junlin Corporation.

He crashed heavily to the ground.

Dead silence filled the room.

"Tian... Boss Tian is dead!"

"Kill her!"

Enraged roars shook the rafters.

Remaining entirely calm, Yan Qiluo drew the soft sword from her waist. "Madam Long, my master ordered me to bring you back safely and asked me to tell you not to fear a mere Tian family."

With that, Yan Qiluo unleashed a massacre, moving through the crowd as blood flowed like a river.

Within moments, every last enemy was eliminated.

"So strong..." Long Yiran was too shocked to find her voice.

Yan Qiluo remained utterly composed, then pulled out her phone to call Yan Fengjia.

"Master, this old wretch was far too arrogant. Apologies, I couldn't hold back and blew his brains out."

Over the phone, Long Yiran heard a calm, familiar male voice.

"You killed him, so be it. Frankly... I found him quite irritating anyway."

Yan Qiluo nodded slightly, then glanced toward an ice coffin. "I found his son. The man is still alive, but seems to have suffered a cultivation deviation. How should we handle him?"

"Do whatever you please. I have important business to attend to here; bring Madam Long back."

With that, Yan Fengjia hung up the phone.

At this moment, his expression turned grave.

Because today, he had utterly failed to get in touch with his Seventh Senior Sister.

"Could something have happened to the Seventh Senior Sister?"

A sense of unease gripped Yan Fengjia, leaving him no choice but to proactively call his Sixth Senior Sister in Kyoto.

"Hello, Sixth Senior Sister? It's me, Fengjia. I might need to visit Kyoto for a few days."

"Please help me arrange things."

After ending the call, Yan Fengjia traveled alone to catch the fastest flight to Kyoto.

That very night, at the Kyoto airport, a massive faction rivalling the Junlin Corporation had already gathered.

It was the Herb Hall, whose influence spanned the entire globe.

Standing amidst them was a voluptuous woman whose allure possessed a peerless elegance, waiting expectantly.

"You're here," Jin Linglong murmured, rushing forward with excitement the moment she caught sight of Yan Fengjia.

She wrapped her slender legs around his waist like a water snake, hooked her porcelain-white arms around his neck, and gazed at him with eyes brimming with deep affection.

"Fengjia, your Sixth Senior Sister knew she hadn't spoiled you for nothing."

"You actually remember to come visit your Sixth Senior Sister. I love you, I love you."