Chapter 303: Patriarch Feng Went Mad, Got Injured, and Died
Seeing Han Li scowling as he blocked Patriarch Feng’s line of sight, looking like he was about to cause trouble, the Mo Family Head quickly said, "Never mind. Let’s look elsewhere."
He had a vague feeling that the aura radiating from the young man was even more terrifying than Master Tian’s!
In the past, he wouldn’t have been so afraid, but that confrontation with the Tian Family had completely broken his nerve.
His family had suffered a devastating blow, and he, the Family Head, had been left listless for a long time. He still hadn’t recovered.
"No!"
Patriarch Feng suddenly bellowed, his eyes locked on Da Hu, whom Yu An was leading by the hand. "You wretched spawn! So you’re here! After dragging our family down, you still haven’t—"
"Where did this lunatic come from?" Yu An cut him off coldly. "A li, drive them away!"
Han Li gave a slight nod. He unleashed his spiritual power, grabbed Patriarch Feng’s clothes with one hand, and threw him.
Patriarch Feng found he had no strength to resist and landed right in the grass, getting a mouthful of dirt.
"Pah! Pah! Pah!"
Patriarch Feng’s eyes went red with fury. "All members of the Feng Family, attack! Seize that wretched spawn, Feng Xuan!"
After he spoke, no one moved. The Feng Family members exchanged glances, all thinking their Family Head had gone insane.
’Hadn’t Feng Xuan disappeared long ago? No one even knew if he was alive or dead.’
’Besides, the Family Head was pointing at a small child. How could that child possibly be Feng Xuan!’
Feng Qi’s face burned. Rumors were already circulating that Patriarch Feng had gone mad. Thankfully, his father had never had an outburst in public, so those rumors had slowly died down.
But now, not everyone present was from the Feng Family. He could already imagine what the outsiders would say about the Feng Family when they got back.
"Father!"
Feng Qi tried to hold Patriarch Feng back, but the patriarch shoved him aside. "What are you all gawking at? Are you going to disobey me now? Move it!"
The Feng Family members were in a bind. ’If we attack, we’re obviously no match for them. But if we don’t... it’ll be hard to answer to the Family Head. He’ll definitely punish us when we get back.’
They all turned to Feng Qi, their gazes asking the Young Master what they should do.
Feng Qi, in turn, looked to the other three family heads, hoping they would intervene and restrain his frenzied father.
"Not leaving?"
Yu An shot the Zaizai a reassuring smile, motioning for them to get inside the tent. As soon as the flap was closed, she turned around and smiled again.
But this time, her smile made their blood run cold.
"Then don’t bother leaving."
"Miss, what do you mean by that?"
The Mo Family Head detected the threat in her tone and said with some displeasure, "This friend of mine is unwell. He didn’t mean to offend. Please, Miss, forgive him..."
"I’m afraid I can’t do that," Yu An said, shaking her head with feigned regret. "This was my oversight."
’She’d almost forgotten. Patriarch Feng knew what Feng Xuan looked like as a child. Da Hu and Xiao Hu looked a lot like him, which was why Patriarch Feng mistook them for Feng Xuan.’
’The mistaken identity itself wasn’t a huge issue. Given his crazed state, no one would believe him if he went around talking about it.’
’But what if he comes to his senses and guesses that Da Hu and Xiao Hu are related to Feng Xuan? What if he tries to get revenge?’
’Even though the Zaizai spent most of their time in the pocket dimension, they still had to come out sometimes. An oversight would be inevitable.’
Yu An’s eyes turned cold. She would not spare anyone who showed hostility toward her family.
One look from her was all it took for Han Li to understand.
While Han Li kept the others occupied, a highly poisonous vine crept up silently behind Patriarch Feng.
"Ngh... Ah!"
A sharp pain shot through him. Patriarch Feng looked down and saw that a jet-black vine had pierced his calf.
The blood flowing from the wound was also black. Overcome with terror, he let out a retching sound and vomited a mouthful of black blood!
"Father!"
Horrified, Feng Qi rushed over and severed the vine, but Patriarch Feng was already poisoned.
"The Snow Flower... Quick, find the Snow Flower!"
Feng Qi roared, "Hurry! The Snow Flower can cure any poison! Find it!"
As if jolted from a trance, the Feng Family members began to search frantically everywhere. The other three family heads also quickly ordered their own people to help look.
The four families had been training together for so many years; they had developed a certain bond. They wouldn’t just stand by and watch Patriarch Feng die.
At the very least, they had to try and save him.
But the area was vast, and they had wasted too much time. The unique fragrance had long since dissipated, and there was no trace of it left.
’This was the second time Yu An had heard the name Snow Flower. The last time, she’d heard it from a Tian Family member. Yu Yao and his group had come here precisely to find the Snow Flower to cure the Yu Family Head.’
’So these people were also looking for the Snow Flower. Was this flower really in such high demand?’
Yu An’s interest was piqued as well, and she began to scan her surroundings.
"Here! I smell the Snow Flower over here!"
One person smelled a faint, familiar scent in a burnt-out fire pit. Before Feng Qi could rejoice, he saw the pile of ashes.
He knew what the Snow Flower looked like. In that spot, there was only a pile of ashes. ’Could it be... the Snow Flower was burned?!’
He whipped his head around to glare at Yu An. "You... you burned the Snow Flower!"
"What Snow Flower? Are you blind? That was clearly firewood."
Han Li retorted unceremoniously, "If you’re blind, go get it treated. Which of your eyes saw us burn some Snow Flower?"
"Besides, even if we did burn it, it wasn’t yours to begin with. What are you getting so worked up for?"
Yu An walked over for a look. A few people were huddled around the fire pit, sniffing wildly—SNIFF, SNIFF, SNIFF—because the scent of the Snow Flower was good for the body.
They had to get a few more sniffs in before the fragrance completely disappeared!
Yu An did smell a fragrance, but a strange expression appeared on her face.
There were still a few embers glowing in the ash. She took out a spice bottle, poured out a small handful of granules, and sprinkled them over the embers.
The spices hit the embers, and an enticing aroma instantly rose up.
As the scent intensified, everyone was dumbfounded.
Master Lan was especially excited, exclaiming, "The Snow Flower! This is the Snow—"
"No," Yu An said, giving him a look one might give an idiot. "This is cumin. It’s a spice."
"You want some?"
She held out the spice bottle. Just as Master Lan, still processing, opened his mouth to say he wanted some, she pulled it back.
"I’m not sharing. If I give it to you, what will I use for my next barbecue?"
Yu An said irritably, "It seems this was all a misunderstanding. Since that madman was unlucky enough to get poisoned, I won’t press the matter of your rudeness. Now hurry up and leave."
She glanced at Patriarch Feng, whose face was turning a sickly green, and offered a "kind" reminder: "You’d better hurry home. That way you can get the body in the ground before it starts to stink. Otherwise..."
Yu An tutted. "In this weather, a corpse will start to stink quickly. You don’t want to travel reeking of death, do you?"
"Burying him on the spot would also work. The scenery here is lovely. This madman would be getting off easy."
Feng Qi choked with rage. "You!"
The Mo Family Head quickly had his men hold him back. "We’re leaving!"
’Their unfathomable power, plus the sudden appearance of that poisonous vine, all proved that these two were not to be trifled with.’
’With Patriarch Feng as a precedent, they had no desire to follow in his footsteps.’
The Han Family Master looked at Han Li, a complicated, unreadable emotion flashing across his face. He opened his mouth as if to say something.
Han Li saw him and his lips curled into a smile. He silently mouthed three words.
The Han Family Master’s face changed dramatically. He stumbled back a step, looking for all the world like he was fleeing for his life.