Chapter 30 Nangong Lei

At the moment of death, Xu Huanhu's heart was filled with endless regret.

He knew he had been wrong. He had always believed himself to be the overlord of Jiangning City, able to control everything.

He thought that by helping Ji Yuntian, he could easily swallow up the Jun family.

But things did not go as he wished.

On the stage of the martial contest, he was forced to kneel and kowtow by the order of the King of the South.

Tonight’s ambush ended in total annihilation.

Although Ji Qingchen was a profound-level student of the Royal Martial Academy, Jun Wushuang was the true dragon of the Jun family.

No!

Jun Wushuang was a god.

A god of slaughter whose murderous wrath was boundless!

From the very beginning, he should never have agreed to Ji Yuntian, should never have gone against the Jun family, and should never have ambushed Jun Wushuang.

One misstep led to another, until it ended in decapitation.

Ji Yuntian, even as a ghost I will not spare you!

Xu Huanhu’s head rolled to Jun Wushuang’s feet, his eyes wide open in death.

“The young master won?”

Not far away, Lin Mengyao had witnessed everything with her own eyes. Her face was full of shock, unable to believe what she saw.

Who was Xu Huanhu?

He was the lord of Jiangning City, a formidable expert of the fourth realm of the Divine Sea.

In Jiangning City, he was the absolute overlord.

Whether it was the three great families or the branch of the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion, in this city, they all had to bow to him.

Even Jun Zhantian and Master Wu were far from his match.

But now, he had been slain by the young master with a single strike.

This… this was simply incredible!

Suddenly—

Jun Wushuang spat out a mouthful of blood.

The murderous aura and blood glow vanished rapidly. His blood-red hair returned to black, his bloody eyes reverted to normal.

But Jun Wushuang’s face was pale as paper, his aura shriveled to the extreme, as if severely ill and utterly weak.

“Young master!”

Lin Mengyao was anxious, rushing over to support Jun Wushuang.

“I’m fine. Gather their storage rings, and let’s go home.”

Jun Wushuang was so weak that any passerby could easily kill him.

The forbidden divine technique was powerful, but its harm was immense.

Jun Wushuang’s demonic energy was depleted, his blood faded, his organs shattered.

Even with healing treasures, it would take two or three months to recover.

Lin Mengyao did as told, collecting the storage rings, then carefully helped Jun Wushuang toward Jiangning City.

The night was dark; few noticed Jun Wushuang and Lin Mengyao.

Soon, the two returned to the Jun family.

“Wushuang, what happened?”

Jun Zhantian had already returned. Seeing the scene, he was shocked and hurried to ask.

“Patriarch, this is all my fault. Please punish your servant!”

Lin Mengyao sobbed, recounting everything that had happened.

“What? Xu Huanhu dared to ambush Wushuang?”

Jun Zhantian was furious, his tiger eyes wide, murderous intent surging.

But Xu Huanhu was already dead; there was no one left to avenge.

Moreover, the fact that Jun Wushuang had slain Xu Huanhu was so astonishing that he could hardly believe it.

But he trusted Lin Mengyao—after all, a simple investigation would reveal the truth.

“Father, I only used a forbidden technique, so I’m a bit exhausted. After some recuperation, I’ll recover.”

“Xu Huanhu has conspired with that old fox Ji. Now that Xu Huanhu is dead, father, you should seize this opportunity to go to the Ji family and take revenge!”

Jun Wushuang had never forgotten his hatred for Ji Yuntian.

With Xu Huanhu dead, Ji Yuntian was unprotected.

With his father’s strength, he could easily slay Ji Yuntian and absorb the Ji family.

“Wushuang, you rest here and recover. I’ll slaughter that old fox, then return to heal you!”

Jun Zhantian quickly understood, instructing Lin Mengyao to care for Jun Wushuang, then leading his men straight to the Ji family.

But Jun Zhantian arrived to find nothing.

By the time he reached the Ji family, Ji Yuntian had already fled!

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Imperial Capital.

Inside the Royal Martial Academy.

Ji Qingchen held a letter from home, her eyes red, heartbroken.

“Qingchen, why are you crying? Who bullied you? Tell me, and I’ll avenge you!”

A young man in embroidered robes asked with concern.

“Brother Lei, there’s trouble at home!”

Ji Qingchen’s tears were like pearls, evoking pity and stirring the youth’s protective instincts.

There were four great families in the imperial capital, pillars of the Great Qian Dynasty:

The Eastern Family.

The Ximen Family.

The Nangong Family.

The Beiming Family.

The young man before her was Nangong Lei, a scion of the Nangong Family, one of the four great houses.

He was not the heir, but was of the direct lineage.

Gifted with extraordinary talent, he possessed the Thundercloud King Body.

Though only eighteen, he was already a ninth realm expert of the Myriad Phenomena, and a profound-level student at the Royal Martial Academy.

He had fallen in love with Ji Qingchen at first sight and pursued her relentlessly.

But Ji Qingchen was cunning and deeply scheming.

She neither rejected Nangong Lei nor accepted him outright, keeping him dangling in ambiguity, making him unable to extricate himself.

Now, Ji Qingchen handed the letter to Nangong Lei.

It was from Ji Yuntian, detailing the recovery of Jun Wushuang and the crisis facing the Ji family.

“Qingchen, is this the Jun Wushuang you mentioned before?”

Ji Qingchen was clever; she did not hide the fact that she was married, but claimed Jun Wushuang was useless, so she remained pure.

Sure enough, Nangong Lei believed her honesty, making him love her all the more.

“Brother Lei, this Jun Wushuang is violent and vindictive. Earlier, he tried to insult my mother but was beaten badly by my father. Now, holding a grudge, he’s retaliating.”

“I am so worried for my father’s safety. Alone in Jiangning City, he can’t withstand Jun Wushuang and his father’s revenge. Yet I can’t return in time—what should I do?”

Ji Qingchen’s tears and helplessness were moving, making one wish to hold and comfort her.

“Hmph, such a despicable villain, resorting to such lowly tricks!”

Nangong Lei snorted angrily, sharing Ji Qingchen’s outrage.

“Qingchen, don’t worry. I’ll go home and borrow the Swift Wind Dao Boat to rush to Jiangning City.”

“I’ll personally slay Jun Wushuang for you, and bring your family to the capital, so you can reunite with your father here!”

Nangong Lei fell into Ji Qingchen’s trap, offering to act on her behalf.

“No, Brother Lei, if you act for me, others will seize upon it, affecting your status in the Nangong Family!”

Ji Qingchen played coy, refusing, appearing concerned for Nangong Lei’s well-being.

“Qingchen, I know you’re worried about me, but this is a small matter. You are my woman—I can’t let you suffer.”

“When your father arrives in the capital, I’ll have my father propose marriage, and we’ll finally be together!”

Nangong Lei was tightly ensnared by Ji Qingchen, now falling into her trap.

“Brother Lei, it’s so good to have you!”

Ji Qingchen leaned against Nangong Lei, alluring and seductive.

Nangong Lei was overjoyed, already considering marriage.

As for Jun Wushuang—

What did he amount to?