Chapter 44: Chapter 44: To relieve a grudge, draw your sword and strike down your foe!

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Late at night, the streets of Qingmang Town were sparsely populated, many shops had already turned off their lights, but the Yue Lai Hotel was still brightly lit.

Jie Wendong sat in a chair, with his son Jie Hu’s corpse laid out in front of him.

“Who did this!” Jie Wendong’s eyes were bloodshot, his face filled with a murderous aura.

“Reporting to the old master, it was a person called Xue An!” The lobby manager hurriedly said.

“Xue An?” Jie Wendong frowned, then turned his gaze to Xue Lan’s kneeling parents beside him.

“Xue Guo, your Xue Family’s courage is quite something!” Jie Wendong said coldly.

Before Xue Guo could speak, Xue Lan’s mother, Li Hongyan, burst into tears and relentlessly kowtowed with loud thumps.

“Master Jie, please spare us, we truly do not know where Xue An has gone! Our daughter has also been kidnapped by this bastard, arresting us is completely useless!”

Jie Wendong’s face was full of murderous intent, “I simply refuse to believe that you all truly know nothing! Xue An is your nephew after all!”

At that moment, unable to bear it any longer and seeing Xue Guo staying silent, Li Hongyan pointed at Xue Guo and cursed loudly, “It’s all your fault, none of you with the surname Xue are any good. This Xue An caused such a disaster as soon as he returned and then just up and left, implicating us, and you’re still protecting him!”

Then Jie Wendong scoffed, “Enough with the act. Since you claim ignorance, fine, you will accompany my son in death first. I refuse to believe that Xue An can escape Qingmang Town!”

Jie Wendong truly intended to kill.

Jie Hu was his only son, and yet he was murdered, and by someone from the Xue Family whom he had always looked down upon.

Naturally, Jie Wendong could not accept this.

As the big shot of Qingmang Town, and even within a hundred miles radius, Jie Wendong had put the word out: whoever captured Xue An would be rewarded with a hundred thousand yuan!

Jie Wendong was certain that Xue An hadn’t gone far.

Once he captured him, Jie Wendong planned to rip out his heart in front of his son’s corpse, to avenge his son’s death.

Thinking of this, a crazed murderous intent flashed in Jie Wendong’s eyes.

Just then, two people walked into the hotel from outside.

One was an elderly man, and the other, a young girl.

It was Song Yi and Xue Lan.

Their appearance changed the atmosphere in the lobby.

Xue Guo and Li Hongyan spotted their daughter at once.

Xue Guo cried out anxiously, “Lan’er, run!”

But before his words had even finished, a henchman stepped forward and slapped Xue Guo twice, and someone blocked the hotel door.

Song Yi was initially surprised, but then he calmed down.

“May I inquire who this esteemed gentleman is? Why are you obstructing our way? And why have you detained Miss Lan’s parents?”

Jie Wendong glanced at Song Yi and sneered, “Murder necessitates reparation, debts must be repaid. Since your people have killed my son, naturally, I must seek justice, everyone, tie them up!”

Several underlings stepped forward to make their move, at which point Song Yi couldn’t help but become annoyed.

Considering himself a Feng Shui Master of some repute, he had never been treated like this, and he said sternly, “Friend, you had better think this through. Arresting people willy-nilly, you can’t bear the consequences!”

At this, Jie Wendong sneered, “In Qingmang Town, there isn’t anything I can’t bear!”

Although Song Yi was a cultivator, he specialized in Feng Shui Secret Techniques and was quite average in fighting skills. It didn’t take long for him to be subdued to the ground.

Then, a few people sneered as they prepared to approach Xue Lan.

At this moment, Song Yi shouted, “I’m warning you, if you don’t want to die, you’d best not touch this young lady.”

“What do you mean?”

“The person behind her, you cannot even begin to imagine.”

Song Yi’s words caused some hesitation among the henchmen, but Jie Wendong didn’t care at all.

“Why put on a show here? I’ve already inquired, this little wench is just like a blank sheet of paper, save for knowing Xue An. Who else does she know?”

“We’re talking about Mr. Xue here, his terror… it’s beyond your imagination!” Song Yi said gravely.

Hearing this, Jie Wendong and his minions couldn’t help but burst into hearty laughter.

“Xue An? Terrifying? What a joke! I know his parents, and their ancestors have been nothing but losers. To say he’s beyond our imagination is utterly ridiculous.”

“Is that so? Really that funny?” Along with a faint voice, a person slowly walked in.

The laughter abruptly stopped.

For the man who walked in was tall and straight, his face handsome.

Following him were two little girls, identical in appearance and dress.

If not Xue An, then who?

Jie Wendong’s gaze was fierce as he slowly stood up, sneering, “Indeed, you have some guts to come here seeking death.”

Xue Lan called out with some concern, “An-gege…”

Xue An gave a slight smile, signaled nothing was wrong, and then looked at Jie Wendong. After a pause, he finally said, “So many years, and you’re still alive?”

“What do you mean?”

Xue An smiled faintly, “What I mean is, it’s simply wonderful that you’re still alive!”

Xue An still remembered how his parents had been bullied by this burly old man when he was a child.

He had thought that after so many years, the man would be dead, but it turned out he was still quite robust.

Of course, Xue An was delighted, for nothing could be more satisfying than avenging one’s enemy with one’s own hands.

To rid himself of this deep-seated grudge, he would need to draw his sword and personally slay his foe!

The Heart Demon he faced during the proof of sainthood required him to sever it with his blade, one cut at a time.

Jie Wendong, of course, didn’t understand and thought Xue An was trying to ingratiate himself, so he sneered all the more.

“Useless, you’re as good as dead today!”

At this moment, Li Hongyan couldn’t restrain herself and cursed at Xue An.

“You troublemaker, dragging us into your mess. I’ve always said, you’re better off dead outside, never coming back at all! You Xue…”

Li Hongyan couldn’t continue because Xue An had casually glanced at her.

Li Hongyan had never seen such a terrifying look in someone’s eyes, as if even the soul was shackled, and naturally, she couldn’t go on.

“You Xue, you killed my son. Now I kill you, very fair, right!” Jie Wendong said.

Xue An nodded, “Very fair!”

“Well then, remember not to blame me for being too harsh when you’re down in hell!” With that, Jie Wendong pulled out a handgun and aimed it at Xue An, his face twisted into a grimace.

The appearance of the handgun made many people’s faces turn pale.

Only Xue An’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

“Die!” Jie Wendong was about to pull the trigger.

Suddenly, the outside was as bright as daylight, illuminated by car headlights, and then a richly-dressed young woman strode in.

Upon seeing her, the previously domineering Jie Wendong suddenly froze.

“Qin…. Miss Qin?”