Chapter 390: The Calamity of Central State
Endless killing intent filled Leng Ning’s eyes. "Yan Duo, do you have any last words?"
Her voice was low and cold, making Yan Duo’s body tremble. "Miss Leng, we don’t actually have any grudges against each other, do we?"
"Is that so?"
Leng Ning retorted, "Twenty years ago, my Leng Family suffered a great disaster. And in that very same year, your Yan Family’s fortunes rose. You still think there’s no grudge between us?"
"I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I think you must have some misunderstanding about my Yan Family. Please, don’t be rash. As long as I’m alive, there’s still hope for everything, right?" Yan Duo stared at the longsword pressed against his neck, his heart filled with despair.
He understood that there was no chance of escape now.
"Young Master!"
Just then, Yan Duo’s maidservant rushed over, brandishing her sword. The air grew thick with tension.
"Die!"
But with a wave of her hand, Leng Ning sent a streak of Sword Qi flying out.
The maidservant, still mid-charge, suddenly had a line of blood appear on her neck before she collapsed to the ground, no longer breathing.
’Useless!’ Yan Duo roared in his mind.
If he had known there was such a powerful opponent in Central State, he wouldn’t have been so careless as to only bring a single Ninth-Grade Great Venerable, Liao Guangzhi.
Now, held at swordpoint, he couldn’t move. His gaze slowly shifted to Su Wenfeng.
He saw Su Wenfeng clenching his fists, his eyes blazing with fury as he stared at him. "Young Master Yan, you’ve ruined my Su Family!"
He was filled with regret—regret for having acted so rashly before figuring out Leng Ning’s identity.
The moment he heard Leng Ning mention the Leng Family from twenty years ago, he had realized who she was.
The Su Family was not strong to begin with, and now, with two of its members slain by Leng Ning, only he, the one-armed Patriarch, was left to support it.
"Does this have to be a fight to the death?"
Knowing he had no way out, Yan Duo suddenly withdrew his disappointed gaze from Su Wenfeng and looked back at the sword-wielding Leng Ning.
"I need to know the truth of what happened back then," Leng Ning said bluntly.
"Twenty years ago, I was only three years old. I don’t know anything. So, if you want the truth, you’ll have to wait for my third grand-uncle to arrive." Yan Duo indirectly revealed the backup he was counting on.
Leng Ning hesitated upon hearing this.
If she killed Yan Duo now, not only would she get no information, but it would also provoke an all-out conflict with the Yan Family. The loss would outweigh the gain.
"When will your third grand-uncle arrive?" Leng Ning relented, taking a step back.
"He has already departed from the Provincial City." A hint of relief finally appeared in Yan Duo’s heart.
He knew Leng Ning was considering her options carefully.
’The Yan Family isn’t someone just anyone can provoke!’
SLASH!
Suddenly, Leng Ning raised her longsword and swung it down at Yan Duo’s left arm.
"No!"
As Yan Duo roared, a clean-cut stump appeared where his left arm had been. He was now just like the fallen Su Wenfeng—both had lost their left arms.
"Leng Ning, you’ve gone too far!"
Yan Duo spat out each word, "I’m telling you, the Yan Family is not to be trifled with! My third grand-uncle is a Middle Stage Creation Realm Martial Arts expert, and he’s accompanied by two early-stage Creation Realm Elders! They will reach Central State soon, and none of you... none of you will be able to withstand them!"
By the end, his voice had become somewhat shrill.
"Tell your third grand-uncle that I will be waiting for him at the Mu Family’s estate," Leng Ning said, glancing at Yan Duo.
BAM!
Beside her, Chuchu stepped forward, lifted her leg, and kicked the now one-armed Yan Duo, sending him flying. "Now, get lost!"
Yan Duo rolled across the ground a few times before scrambling to his feet and bolting out of the Su Family residence like a madman.
In his entire life, he had never suffered such humiliation!
He had only been in Central State for three short days, and not only had his servant been killed, but he himself had lost an arm!
"Just you wait! Just you wait!"
Yan Duo’s heart blazed with uncontrollable fury.
「At the same time.」
The Su Family Estate.
Leng Ning turned her head to look at Su Wenfeng, who was lying on the ground. "Lead the way. I need Spiritual Medicine. The more, the better."
’You... you only came to my Su Family to take our Spiritual Medicine?’ Su Wenfeng was filled with immense regret.
’If I’d known this was all you wanted, I would have just handed them over!’
Having lost his left arm, Su Wenfeng’s eyes were now devoid of all life.
After sealing his acupoints to stop the bleeding, he staggered to his feet and led Leng Ning and Chuchu to the medicine garden.
"Only three stalks of First-Grade Spiritual Medicine?"
Leng Ning looked around, her face a mask of disappointment as she turned to Su Wenfeng.
"Miss Leng, three stalks of First-Grade Spiritual Medicine... that’s quite a lot," Su Wenfeng said, feeling the urge to cry.
’Even the Central State Martial Arts Department probably doesn’t have much more than my Su Family, do they?’
’How could it possibly be easy to obtain the seeds for Spiritual Medicine?’
’Even if you spend a fortune and go to great lengths to procure the seeds, not even one in ten will survive to maturity!’
Without another word, Leng Ning uprooted the three stalks of First-Grade Spiritual Medicine.
"If the Su Family wants to survive, learn from the Li, Qiu, and Lv Families. Don’t be like the Shentu Family. I’ve said all I’m going to say." With that, Leng Ning and Chuchu departed swiftly, rushing to the Mu Family to deliver the fresh Spiritual Medicine to Divine Doctor Jiang.
"Learn from the Li, Qiu, and Lv Families?"
Su Wenfeng stared blankly at the sky, his face filled with horror. "’Don’t be like the Shentu Family!’"
’Could the annihilation of the Shentu Family be related to Leng Ning?’
’This is bad!’
’A disaster is coming to Central State!’