Chapter 43: I Am Coming to Kill You

Nangong Lei was dead. Ji Yuntian was dead. Yet the storm stirred by this battle was only beginning. As the duel came to its deadly end, the citizens of Jiangning City began moving away in droves. They feared retaliation from the Nangong Clan. Compared to the Nangong Clan, Jiangning was truly insignificant. With a single command from the Nangong patriarch, this tiny city could be reduced to rubble. No one wished to remain and be buried with it.

Jun Wushuang, however, showed no concern. After the duel, he retreated once more into seclusion. He intended to devour Nangong Lei’s Thundercloud King Physique. Only by becoming stronger himself could he face any crisis.

Three days later, Jun Wushuang emerged from his seclusion.

“Young Master, you’ve grown even stronger!” Lin Mengyao, as always, stood outside the chamber, greeting him with enthusiastic admiration.

Having absorbed Nangong Lei’s Thundercloud King Physique, Jun Wushuang’s cultivation had broken through once more, reaching the sixth level of the Myriad Forms Realm. Yet, the Devouring Demon Physique had not yet formed; he would need to consume another King Physique to achieve it. Still, Jun Wushuang had gained a second innate ability. This was the Thundercloud King Physique’s divine talent: Thunderbolt Apocalypse.

“Mengyao, you too have made great progress,” Jun Wushuang smiled gently.

Lin Mengyao possessed extraordinary talent in swordsmanship, and with the resources Jun Wushuang provided, she had now reached the sixth level of the Body Forging Realm. The beginnings of sword intent were already visible within her; it would not be long before true sword intent blossomed.

“Take me to see Father,” he said. With his seclusion ended, it was time to deal with the matters at hand.

Inside the Jun family’s main hall, Jun Zhantian and Master Wu were both present.

“Wushuang, you’ve come at the perfect time,” Jun Zhantian greeted him with pride. Not even the advanced disciples of the Royal Martial Academy could match Jun Wushuang; such a son was indeed a source of immense pride.

“Master, Ji Yuntian’s corpse has been burned to ashes, and the Ji family has been thoroughly dealt with. Aside from Ji Qingchen in the imperial capital, the entire Ji family is no more,” Master Wu reported respectfully, recounting their actions over the past three days.

With Ji Yuntian’s death, the Ji family had collapsed completely.

Jun Zhantian naturally seized the opportunity, annexing the Ji family without hesitation. Now, with both the Ye and Ji families absorbed, the Jun family stood unrivaled in Jiangning City.

“But there remain a few troubles,” Master Wu frowned, his expression grave.

“What troubles?” Jun Wushuang sat down and asked.

“First, Nangong Lei is dead, and the Nangong Clan will not let this go; they will surely seek revenge. Second, Dongfang Ming has suffered a great humiliation and will certainly bear a grudge against you. If you wish to enter the Royal Martial Academy, it will be no easy feat. Third, the people of Jiangning City are panicked; most have moved away. The city will soon become a ghost town, which is highly disadvantageous for the Jun family.”

Master Wu laid out the situation with solemn clarity. The events had already unfolded; regret was useless. The only way forward was to minimize losses and defend against crisis.

“As for the Jun family, there’s nothing to worry about. There are few of us left now, and if necessary, I’ll simply take everyone and leave Jiangning City. Under heaven, there is always a place to settle. The Nangong Clan is powerful, but they cannot dominate the world entirely,” Jun Zhantian offered comfort.

But Jun Wushuang was unwilling to let his father wander endlessly.

“Is there any way to protect my father and the Jun family?” Jun Wushuang asked Master Wu.

“There is,” Master Wu nodded. “If the Prince gives his word, the Nangong Clan will not dare retaliate.”

The four great families were powerful, but the Prince of the South was even greater. In Master Wu’s opinion, if Jun Wushuang could appeal to the Prince, not only would the Jun family be safe, but Jun Wushuang himself could rise to the very top.

Jun Wushuang frowned. Not only was he unable to contact the Prince of the South, he did not wish to owe such a favor. He himself feared nothing—but his father’s safety could not be ignored. He could not let his father become a wanderer, homeless under heaven.

Just then, a streak of brilliant light appeared in the sky. It sped from afar, slicing through the heavens, and descended into the Jun family’s hall, hovering before Master Wu.

“What is this?” Jun Zhantian exclaimed in surprise.

“This is a Spirit Treasure message, an internal communication method used by the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion—only employed for urgent news!” Master Wu was shocked as well, explaining as he opened the message.

Soon, astonishment on Master Wu’s face gave way to joy.

“Good news! This is a blessing of the highest order!”

Master Wu’s gloom vanished, replaced by overwhelming delight. Without letting Jun Wushuang and Jun Zhantian guess, he quickly revealed the message’s contents.

“The Prince has spoken: the Nangong Clan is forbidden from bullying the weak or retaliating against the Jun family. Furthermore, the Jun family patriarch is appointed as the new City Lord of Jiangning!”

A gasp. The Prince of the South already knew everything, and had taken swift action to resolve the Jun family’s crisis?

Jun Zhantian drew a sharp breath, stunned by this unexpected windfall. With the Prince’s decree, the Nangong Clan—even in their fury—would be forced to stand down. And with Jun Zhantian as the new City Lord, an imperial official, no one would dare threaten the Jun family.

This was indeed a timely blessing!

“The Prince of the South!” Jun Wushuang’s gaze sharpened, impressed by the Prince’s methods. Yet he had to admit, the Prince’s intervention had truly resolved their predicament. This favor, he could not refuse.

“Master, the Prince holds you in high regard,” Master Wu added at the right moment. As an alchemist from the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion, Master Wu naturally hoped Jun Wushuang would forge closer ties with the Prince.

“Wushuang, I do not know why the Prince values you so much, but I hope you do not let us become a burden to you,” Jun Zhantian said sincerely, placing a firm hand on Jun Wushuang’s shoulder. If it meant limiting his son, he would rather not accept the favor.

“Father, rest assured. I know my limits,” Jun Wushuang replied with a smile. He would accept this favor, and repay it doubly in the future. As the reincarnation of the Devouring Demon Emperor, he was confident in his abilities.

“Now that the Jun family’s crisis is resolved, I must go to the capital and seek vengeance against Ji Qingchen!”

Ji Yuntian was dead, and the Ji family destroyed. Jun Wushuang did not wish to linger. Though Ji Yuntian was loathsome, Jun Wushuang’s hatred burned even stronger for Ji Qingchen. This venomous woman had deceived his heart and feelings, and stolen his Battle Dragon King Physique.

This grudge, steeped in blood, must be avenged.

Jun Wushuang lifted his gaze to the distant horizon. There lay the imperial capital of the Great Qian dynasty—a place where the four great families, the Prince of the South, and the Royal Martial Academy all converged.

And Ji Qingchen.

His fists clenched, murderous intent surging. Jun Wushuang’s eyes sharpened like blades.

“Ji Qingchen, I am coming for you!”