Nine Nether Dragon Emperor-Chapter 170: No More Pretense! Laying the Cards on the Table!
What an outrageous bastard! To say something so frivolous in front of the woman’s husband... If I were in his shoes, I’d twist that guy’s head right off and use it as a ball to kick! And when I got tired of kicking it, I’d hollow it out and use it as a chamber pot!
However, the young man seemed not to have heard at all. Or rather, it was as if he could only see Qian Yourong.
Ning Xuan and Qian Yourong had been communicating telepathically, but Ning Xuan suddenly broke the silence as he stepped directly into the pavilion. "What, is this how the Jun Family treats its guests?"
Unexpectedly, the young man shot Ning Xuan a hostile look. "Don’t you understand not to enter unless you’re invited? Did your parents not teach you any manners?"
From the corner of his eye, Ning Xuan saw Qian Yourong lift her teacup, the smile on her face never wavering. He sighed. "Ah, I regret this."
This woman is a scoundrel too! I should have let her righteously execute her own kin earlier. I just wonder who would have done the deed. He glanced at Jun Tianzheng to his left and shook his head. Clearly not him.
Suddenly, Ning Xuan’s eyes narrowed. Qian Duoduo! If she wanted ’Ning Xuan’ dead, Qian Duoduo definitely had a way to kill him in an instant! Holy crap! What in the world has this woman been through?!
All at once, Ning Xuan’s anger vanished, replaced by a gaze of deep pity and sympathy for the young man. What a pitiful guy!
Ning Xuan’s look deeply stung the young man, who shot to his feet, seething with killing intent. "What do you mean by that?!"
"Husband, don’t be angry. He’s from a small place and doesn’t know any better," Qian Yourong cooed.
The young man immediately sat back down, a gentle, fawning smile on his face. "You are right, my dear." As he spoke, he reached for Qian Yourong’s hand.
"Hey, what are you doing? We have company!" Qian Yourong not only dodged his grasp but also matter-of-factly shuffled away from him.
Seeing the young man’s embarrassment, Jun Tianzheng quickly tried to smooth things over. "Haha, you two are so deeply in love, this old bag of bones is used to it. I’m sure Young Master Lin won’t mind." Then, he added a quiet reminder to the young man, "Wuya, you should be more mindful in the future."
Jun Wuya nodded.
"Brother Ning Xuan, come sit over here," Qian Yourong suddenly said, patting the seat beside her and calling to Ning Xuan with an intimate air.
Jun Wuya’s breath caught in his throat, and Lin Xihua also gave Ning Xuan a deep look.
Ning Xuan, however, swaggered over and sat down without a care in the world.
"I recall Duoduo calls him ’big brother.’ Yourong, that form of address is inappropriate," Jun Wuya said, his clenched fist relaxing as he reminded her.
"You’re right. In that case, why don’t you call me ’Auntie’ too?" Qian Yourong’s eyes gleamed with mischief.
Simultaneously, Ning Xuan received her telepathic message: "Lin Xihua is here because Jun Wuya invited him!"
The pieces instantly clicked into place for Ning Xuan, and he broke into a grin. "As long as it makes you happy, I’ll call you ’Grandma’ if you want!"
Anything to tick off Jun Wuya. I’m an expert at that. After all, in my past life, I often had to deal with those... well... cough cough...
Suppressing his chaotic thoughts, Ning Xuan transmitted back, "Auntie, is there something wrong with this guy?"
"Mm," she replied telepathically.
"Is he impotent?"
Qian Yourong shot Ning Xuan a surprised glance before transmitting back, "That’s grown-up business. Little kids shouldn’t pry."
"I’m eighteen!" he retorted.
"So what? I’m just afraid..."
"Have you two had enough?!" Jun Wuya’s voice suddenly cut in. Though he didn’t know what they were discussing, he was intensely uncomfortable.
"Young Master Ning seemed to be seriously injured just now. I have some top-quality healing medicine right here," Lin Xihua chimed in at the perfect moment.
Jun Wuya immediately snapped, "Why haven’t you thanked Young Master Lin?"
Ning Xuan nodded and rose, walking toward Lin Xihua, who was all smiles. At the same time, Jun Wuya glanced at Qian Yourong, his expression seeming to say, See? Is this the man you’ve taken a liking to?
The next moment, with a sharp SNAP!, Ning Xuan cleanly broke Lin Xihua’s neck!
Everyone, including Qian Yourong, was stunned. Lin Xihua himself could never have imagined that Ning Xuan would dare to attack so suddenly under these circumstances!
"You just wanted to test if I was the cloaked man from before, didn’t you? Well, I am," Ning Xuan confessed outright before Lin Xihua took his last breath.
Putting on an act is so damn exhausting! Fine. I’m done pretending. Time for a showdown!
"You... you... what have you done?!" Jun Tianzheng shot to his feet, his finger trembling as he pointed at Ning Xuan.
Jun Wuya whirled on Qian Yourong. "Is this your doing?!" he furiously scolded.
The two men began pacing frantically. "It’s over, it’s over! What do we do now? This is a huge disaster!"
Lin Xihua himself wasn’t terrifying, but his identity was. He was of the Direct Lineage of one of the four top-tier noble families, the blood brother of the Lin Family’s peerless prodigy! With that status alone, even the patriarchs of the other six great families would have to treat him as an honored guest. But now, he had been murdered right in front of them!
This matter could not possibly end peacefully.
The only way is... A murderous glint filled Jun Tianzheng’s eyes. Mimicking Ning Xuan, he attacked without any warning.
"No!"
BANG!
As Ning Xuan shouted, he struck Qian Yourong’s Energy Cannon, knocking the blast off course. Even so, half of Jun Tianzheng’s body was still blown away, leaving him beyond saving.
Qian Yourong looked at Ning Xuan, puzzled.
Without answering, Ning Xuan suddenly lunged for Jun Wuya. But Jun Wuya was prepared; he used the momentum to launch himself away like a cannonball, vanishing in an instant.
"Good, he’s gone. Now I can proceed with my plan," Ning Xuan said with a smile.
Qian Yourong’s beautiful eyes widened in shock as she watched Ning Xuan forcibly extract the Soul Imprint from Lin Xihua’s corpse. With a flick of his wrist, he flung Lin Xihua’s Soul Imprint onto Jun Tianzheng’s body.
Qian Yourong blinked. She finally understood why Ning Xuan had stopped her. If the corpse was destroyed, how could the Soul Imprint take root?
"Give me your hand," Ning Xuan said. Qian Yourong obediently extended both hands.
Ning Xuan took one of them. A moment later, he drew out Jun Tianzheng’s Soul Imprint.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!!" A furious roar shook the heavens and the earth. Jun Wuya, who had returned, stared venomously at their joined hands, his face contorted and the veins on his neck bulging.
Ning Xuan looked up and saw not only Jun Wuya but a large contingent of powerful experts behind him, each one radiating immense strength. As Ning Xuan casually released Qian Yourong’s hand, he subtly flicked his other wrist, driving the Soul Imprint he held into Lin Xihua’s corpse.
"Yourong, did he force you to do this?!" outside, Jun Wuya’s eyes were filled with a mixture of hope and pleading.
Without a shred of hesitation, Qian Yourong shook her head.
The color drained from Jun Wuya’s face instantly. An overwhelming wave of hatred and killing intent surged from him.
Just then, Qian Yourong spoke up. "Just now, Lin Xihua tried to force himself on me! It was Second Uncle and Young Master Ning who saved me at the critical moment!"
Jun Wuya’s face was a mask of confusion. The other men exchanged bewildered glances.
Qian Yourong prompted them, "First Uncle, Third Uncle, if you don’t believe me, you can check for yourselves."
At once, two middle-aged men stepped forward to examine the scene. After a moment, one of them turned. "Wuya, why haven’t you thanked Young Master Ning?!"
