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At the same time.

Within the Huangfu Family’s Main Residence.

When Huangfu Jinhuan arrived at the front courtyard, he saw a figure standing quietly under the corridor of the front courtyard.

It was a tall and graceful young man.

He stood with his back to him, gazing lightly at the flowering tree in the courtyard.

From Huangfu Jinhuan’s perspective, he could only see the robe and half of the side face of the young man.

He was wearing a white long robe embroidered with a pattern of the same color, casually draped with a long cloak over his shoulders. Though it seemed unintentional, the fur on the cloak was of precious Fierce Beast fur, glossy and smooth, exceptionally luxurious.

The cloak alone was worth a fortune.

This made him look like a pampered son from a Noble Family, radiating noble charm, yet lacking much intimidation.

However, at the moment he saw this figure, Huangfu Jinhuan’s breath tightened, and he subconsciously halted his steps.

The figure under the corridor seemed aware and glanced back at Huangfu Jinhuan: "It seems the pressure from Ping’an Wang Family on the Huangfu Family is greater than I imagined. Even the once wise and decisive Patriarch of the Huangfu Family has become hesitant and timid."

His voice was light and casual, with a hint of indifference.

However, to Huangfu Jinhuan, the words "wise and decisive" sounded more like a mockery than a compliment.

A flicker of anger surged in his heart, yet he forcibly suppressed it, raising his hand to greet him politely: "Jinhuan was unaware of the young master’s presence and failed to greet you from afar. Please forgive me, young master."

"As the saying goes, ignorance is no fault. If I cling to such trivial matters, it would only make me petty and narrow-minded," the young man in white chuckled lightly, his tone still floating, "However, has Patriarch Huangfu forgotten that you still owe me three lives?"

Three lives?

Huangfu Jinhuan’s heart skipped a beat, instantly realizing.

It was Mr. Yin and his two companions.

Back then, in order to plot against Wang Shouzhe and seize the equipment designs of the manufacturing workshop, he specifically invited Mr. Yin and the others to take action, but it ended in failure.

Afterwards, the Huangfu Family attempted to retaliate by stealing the Wang Family’s foreign cement workshop designs and drawings.

Ancestor Hua Ye even personally intervened, but still fell into Wang Shouzhe’s calculations, not only failing to turn the tables but causing Ancestor to be grievously injured and hard to recover.

Later, while he was trying to find ways to heal Ancestor Hua Ye, he was also overwhelmed by a series of commercial pressures from the Wang Family, barely able to catch his breath and consequently neglected dealings with the Yin Sha Sect.

Could it be that this one came to settle accounts?

Cold sweat instantly dripped down: "Young, young master, there is actually a reason for this..."

"No need to explain," the young master casually interrupted Huangfu Jinhuan, his tone neither heavy nor light, without revealing joy or anger, "Yin Wujiu fell because of his own incompetence; I don’t listen to excuses. But Yin Wujiu was working on my behalf. Since he fell in your place, you must compensate me."

As he spoke, he turned around, facing Huangfu Jinhuan directly for the first time.

His face was undeniably handsome, with impeccable features and contours, yet his deep, dark eyes lacked any warmth a human should possess, resembling an abyss, cold and indifferent.

It felt as if, in his eyes, he was merely one among countless ants, easily crushed to death.

Huangfu Jinhuan felt a pressure heavier than facing Ancestor Hua Ye.

He involuntarily bowed his head, gritting his teeth to speak: "I don’t know how the young master wants Jinhuan to repay these three lives. Our Huangfu Family’s strength is no longer what it once was..."

"Isn’t Hua Ye still there?"

The young master’s voice remained airy, but Huangfu Jinhuan shivered all over, raising his head abruptly: "You, you mean..."

The young man’s tone still casual: "From what I know, though Hua Ye’s wounds are severe, the most troublesome is the Purple Mansion Sword Qi in his body. As long as the Sword Qi can be suppressed, most of his injuries will be healed."

Huangfu Jinhuan still felt uneasy: "But that’s Purple Mansion Sword Qi..."

"So what about Purple Mansion Sword Qi?" The young man chuckled lightly, "I have a Secret Technique to suppress it. Do you doubt me, or do you doubt the depth of my Yin Sha Sect?"

Detecting some displeasure in the young master’s tone, Huangfu Jinhuan hurriedly said: "I trust, Jinhuan naturally trusts the young master and the strength of the Yin Sha Sect."

The Yin Sha Sect is the foremost sect in the Land of the Far West, with exceedingly strong capabilities.

The figure before him is one of the Direct Disciples of this generation of Yin Sha Sect, not only having reached the Celestial Human Realm at a young age but also possessing the rare Fourth-level Spirit Body bloodline after ascending to the Celestial Human Realm, with a bright future along the path to the Purple Mansion, his intellect and methods being first-rate.

Among those Huangfu Jinhuan is acquainted with, only Faang You’an, a Direct Disciple of Purple Mansion Academy, can compare with him.

In terms of strength, even Ancestor Hua Ye at full power might not be his opponent.

Even in Daqian, he has heard of this one’s notorious reputation, naturally not daring to disbelieve.

"The young master is willing to suppress Ancestor’s injuries, my Huangfu Family is endlessly grateful." He cupped his hand toward the young master, "What does the young master need my Huangfu Family to do?"

"Prepare a few ships and a crew under the name of the Huangfu Family, I need to set sail. Also, let Hua Ye be prepared; there may be other guests this time."

The young master’s tone was understated, yet Huangfu Jinhuan perceived a weighty sense of killings.