Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

Chapter 163 Sudden Turnback

"Elder Jiang!" Feng Yue shouted urgently, still trying to salvage the situation.

"Brother Yue!" Feng Wenzheng interrupted him, his gaze sweeping over all the Feng family members present before finally settling on Feng Yue's face. "My Feng family is also a thousand-year-old clan, and our word is our bond. Since we agreed beforehand to decide the outcome through the competition, now that the result is in, are we going to go back on our word and become a laughingstock?"

"But this belongs to the ancestor..."

Feng Yue almost let slip the rest of his sentence, but thankfully he reacted quickly and swallowed it back.

Feng Yue's abruptly ended words had already set off alarm bells in Chen Anran's mind.

Ancestor?

The Feng family actually has an ancestor? And judging from Feng Yue's unfinished words, it seems that this ancestor is behind the marriage alliance with the Jiang family?

Not only him, but also the core figures present, such as Feng Wenzheng and Feng Wenyuan, had a slight change in expression, their gazes towards Feng Yue carrying a hint of warning and dissatisfaction. Clearly, the existence of the "Ancestor" and his attitude were high-level secrets within the Feng family.

Elder Jiang Yan's shrewd eyes narrowed, a flicker of realization crossing his plump face before he resumed his cheerful demeanor, though a deeper probing glint remained in his eyes. He chuckled, seemingly oblivious to Feng Yue's slip of the tongue, and promptly bowed to Feng Wenzheng, saying, "Brother Wenzheng, now that the matter is settled, and with household affairs to attend to, we won't trouble you any further. Yunwa, quickly bid farewell to Uncle Feng and the other elders!"

Jiang Yun couldn't wait to leave this awkward situation, so he quickly stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Uncle Feng, elders, this junior takes his leave."

Seeing this, Chen Anran was anxious: If you leave, how am I supposed to study your cyber artifact?

Jiang Yun followed her elders, slipping away as fast as she could, afraid that if she slowed down even a step, she would be devoured alive by the livid elders of the Feng family.

Chen Anran watched helplessly as that "moving treasure trove of inspiration" disappeared into the distance, sighing with regret, and could only console herself that there would be plenty of time in the future.

And whether it was a telepathic connection or not, the Jiang family members quickly turned back.

This startled everyone still present.

What's wrong? You're not leaving again? You're staying for dinner?

Jiang Yan, who was leading the group, had a deathly pale face. He practically scrambled back to the training ground, his voice trembling with fear, filled with the heavy panic of people from Sichuan and Chongqing.

"What the hell is going on! The road out is blocked! Some wicked young cultivator has come from outside, he's incredibly fierce! I'm no match for him!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than several piercing screams and panicked cries rang out from the entrance of the training ground:

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"The demon! The demon has broken in!"

"Run! She's already taken down a whole bunch of the third branch of the family!"

Several members of the Feng family scrambled into the training ground, their clothes disheveled, their faces bruised and swollen, some still clutching broken flying swords, looking utterly pathetic.

This included Jiang Yun, who was slower to run. Jiang Yun cried out, "My magic weapon! She even stole my 'Automatic Alchemy Thermos Cup'!"

Immediately afterwards, a figure strolled in unhurriedly.

The newcomer was dressed in night clothes, outlining a well-proportioned figure of approximately 168 cm tall and 55 kg. Her face was veiled, revealing only a pair of exceptionally striking eyes that seemed to burn with dark red flames. (Preview: Upcoming update, please stay tuned!) In her hand, she weighed a recently stolen…smart thermos, emitting a faint spiritual light and medicinal fragrance.

The woman in black walked into the arena as if no one else was there, her dark red eyes lazily scanning the entire area as if she were strolling through her own backyard. She casually tossed Jiang Yun's still faintly glowing, medicinally-scented "automatic alchemy thermos" aside, her tone carrying a hint of disdain:

"What kind of stuff are cultivators practicing these days? All flashy and fancy stuff."

"You audacious vixen! How dare you trespass on my Feng family's territory and injure my people!" Feng Yue was the first to react, and he was furious. The pent-up frustration he had suffered at the hands of Chen Anran and Jiang Yun seemed to have found an outlet. His spiritual power surged, and he was about to make a move.

However, the moment he moved, the woman in black glanced over indifferently.

With just one glance, Feng Yue felt as if the air around him had solidified. An invisible, heart-palpitating pressure instantly enveloped him, causing the surging spiritual energy within his body to suddenly stagnate. He couldn't even move a single finger, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

"Noisy." The woman snorted lightly, her gaze sweeping over Feng Yue as if she were merely brushing away a speck of dust.

Feng Wenzheng's expression changed instantly. He could sense that the aura emanating from this woman was as deep as the sea, far beyond their ability to defeat!

It should be noted that several people present were at the Foundation Establishment stage! They were among the strongest in the Dharma-ending Age! Yet, facing this woman was like seeing a towering tree, unshakeable!

Feng Wenzheng took a deep breath, suppressing his shock, stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said in a deep voice, "Senior, what brings you to my Feng family? If I have offended you in any way, please forgive me. To injure my clansmen in such a way is unbecoming of your status."

"Instructions?" The woman in black seemed to find these words interesting and finally looked directly at Feng Wenzheng. "Nothing to instruct me on. The Crimson Spirit Sect operates on the principle of doing as one pleases."

As soon as the woman in black finished speaking, the entire training ground fell silent.

"The Crimson Spirit Cult..."

Feng Wenzheng and Elder Jiang Yan exchanged a glance, both seeing deep apprehension and fear in each other's eyes. For these long-established cultivation families, this name represented a bloody and chaotic history, a demonic cult recorded in ancient texts as a warning to future generations! Rumors circulated that this sect acted erratically and ruthlessly, disappearing hundreds of years ago. How could it suddenly appear in the Feng family's territory?

"Senior...Senior," Feng Wenzheng suppressed his churning blood and his tone became even more respectful, "I wonder where my Feng family has offended the Crimson Spirit Sect, that it would trouble you to come in person? If you have any orders, the Feng family will do its best to fulfill them. We only hope that you will be merciful and not harm any more innocent members of our clan."

The woman in black chuckled softly, her laughter carrying a hint of laziness and disdain. Her dark red eyes swept over the silent crowd. "I have only recently emerged from seclusion, and seeing that this place feels destined for me, I have come to borrow something."

"Borrow something?" Feng Wenzheng's heart sank, a sense of foreboding washing over him. Anything that could make such a ruthless tyrant personally come to "borrow" was no ordinary item; it might even be a matter of life and death for his family. He steeled himself and cautiously asked, "What does Senior wish to borrow? As long as it is within the Feng family's power, we will certainly..."

As they were talking, Chen Anran stared intently at the woman.

It wasn't that they recognized her identity; it was that they couldn't believe it.

Zhang Nanshan once said that it takes at least forty or fifty years for ancient cultivators to awaken. So what is this "old monster" in front of him who claims to have just "emerged from seclusion"?

Before Chen Anran could figure it out, the evil cultivator said, "I want to borrow your lives."