Chapter 453: Divine Doctor, Alchemist, Expert
"Yan Haifeng, I'm surprised you even remember who I am."
Leng Ning's expression was cold as she faced this grandfather, a man for whom she'd never felt any familial affection.
"Ning'Er, I'm your grandfather. Of course I remember you." Yan Haifeng's heart was a tangle of complex emotions.
"What difference does it make if you do or not?" Leng Ning shrugged.
Jiang Xinghai stepped forward to stand beside Leng Ning.
He could sense that the aura radiating from Yan Haifeng was stronger than Leng Ning's, and he prepared for the worst.
"Fine. We'll discuss the matter between us later."
Yan Haifeng's expression grew cold. He turned to look at the box truck. "You're saying my three younger brothers are in there?"
"We had no choice," Leng Ning replied. "Their bodies aren't strong enough to handle a normal ride, so they have to lie down and rest inside."
Yan Haifeng shot Leng Ning an icy glare, then signaled for the old butler to open the truck.
'Not strong enough for a normal ride?'
'Forced to lie down and rest inside?'
Yan Haifeng couldn't make sense of it, but he felt that to treat his three brothers this way was a grave insult to their station!
'Just who did they think his brothers were?'
'Even if they needed to lie down and rest, they shouldn't be cooped up in the back of a box truck!'
'This is simply preposterous!'
"Patriarch, perhaps the masters are still in seclusion," the old butler muttered as he went to open the truck's rear doors.
"Just fucking open the doors!"
Yan Haifeng didn't believe for a second that his brothers were still in seclusion.
'If they were really in seclusion, there would have been no need for them to return at all.'
'And there's certainly no need to continue it while sitting in the back of a box truck, is there?'
CREAK!
The truck doors swung open.
The old butler was just about to call out to the masters when his eyes bulged.
Three coffins!
Transparent ones, radiating a bone-deep chill!
"Third Master! Fourth Master! Fifth Master!"
Refusing to believe his eyes, the old butler scrambled into the truck to check.
But he didn't need a closer look to be certain. The men lying in the three ice coffins were none other than Yan Haichuan, Yan Haibin, and Yan Haixuan!
"Patriarch, it's terrible!!!"
Every hair on the old butler's body stood on end. He stumbled out of the truck and turned to face Yan Haifeng.
"What is it? Spit it the fuck out!"
Yan Haifeng already had a terrible premonition. He hugged the tear-streaked Yan Duo tighter, his own body beginning to tremble.
"Patriarch, the masters... they've all... passed on..." The old butler collapsed to his knees.
"Passed on..."
Yan Haifeng nearly dropped Yan Duo. "Impossible! That's absolutely impossible!!!"
In an instant, he rushed to the side of the box truck, still holding Yan Duo.
Meanwhile, Jiang Xinghai and Leng Ning looked on with cold smiles.
Now, they would see just how potent the Yan Family's wrath truly was.
"Impossible, impossible, impossible! How could the three of them just be gone? What in the world happened!" It was as if a bomb had gone off in Yan Haifeng's head. The world buzzed as he stared intently at Yan Duo.
"Grandpa..." Yan Duo wanted to explain.
But he didn't dare, not without a nod from Jiang Xinghai.
'If I so much as utter half a word, "that dagger" in my mind will take my life!'
"Yan Duo, go ahead and explain to your grandfather."
Just then, Jiang Xinghai's voice drifted over.
Yan Duo immediately nodded and began to recount, in perfect detail, the scene of how his three grand-uncles were slain by Jiang Xinghai at the Mu Family's estate in Central State.
The more Yan Haifeng listened, the more horrified he became. He staggered backward, nearly collapsing.
The look in his eyes transformed from its initial awe of Jiang Xinghai into pure, unadulterated rage.
'His three brothers—two in the Early Stage of the Creation Realm, one in the Middle Stage!'
'They couldn't even withstand a single one of Jiang Xinghai's moves!'
But then, the anger in his eyes slowly vanished.
'It's hopeless.'
'I'm only in the Middle Stage of the Creation Realm. Even with the hundred bodyguards here, we probably wouldn't be enough for Jiang Xinghai to break a sweat.'
"Du'Er, tell Grandpa... how did you lose your limbs?" Yan Haifeng asked, his gaze softening as he looked at Yan Duo.
Yan Duo opened his mouth, but without a signal from Jiang Xinghai, he didn't dare speak.
"I'll tell you,"
...Leng Ning said, strolling forward on Jiang Xinghai's arm. "That day, Yan Duo brought his men to the Mu Family's estate in Central State, throwing his weight around. Over the slightest disagreement, he ordered his underlings to injure several people. Not only that, but Divine Doctor Jiang was in seclusion, and he still tried to force his way in. Ultimately, we were the ones who severed his limbs..."
"He's your cousin!" Yan Haifeng roared.
"Cousin?"
Leng Ning's own anger began to boil over. "That piece of garbage wanted me to warm his bed. Scum like him are a waste of air! I have no such lowlife for a cousin!"
"Even so, you could have just taught him a lesson! Why did you have to be so cruel as to take all four of his limbs?!" Yan Haifeng's face grew dark.
"Patriarch Yan!"
Jiang Xinghai pulled Leng Ning into his arms and declared, "Severing that scum's limbs was my decision. Besides, his crimes were worthy of death. The fact that he's still breathing is more than enough face given to your Yan Family!"
"..." Yan Haifeng was on the verge of exploding.
But the thought of who Jiang Xinghai was gave him pause. 'Divine Doctor, Alchemist, a peerless expert!'
'Such an existence was enough to drive him to despair!'