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After dealing with Lu Liu, Ye Tian returned to the Wang family. Based on previous clues, there should be around three hundred remaining troops from the Wang family after attacking the Cold Family, while nearly two hundred had been slaughtered in the guesthouse. This means there are still over a hundred Orthodox Guards from the Wang family in the Inner Courtyard.
The Orthodox Guards naturally receive better treatment than those outer gate guards. Historically, those who are capable work harder and earn more, so these individuals are likely to be slightly stronger. Therefore, it is impossible to use the same strategy as before. Ye Tian decided to first head to the dungeon to take a look; if he could rescue Xiaoshuang and others, that would be best. If not, he would reveal himself and kill indiscriminately.
At this moment, Ye Tian was walking along a small path in the Inner Courtyard of the Wang family. The layout of the Wang family was shaped like an inverted convex structure. Although it was divided into inner and outer courtyards, the actual area was quite large, with the Square Area spanning several dozen miles.
Compared to the narrow outer courtyard, the Inner Courtyard appeared very spacious, featuring small ponds and arched bridges, somewhat reminiscent of the Cold Family's style.
Once inside the Inner Courtyard, Ye Tian did not rush to find the dungeon. Firstly, he did not know its location. Secondly, the situation in the Inner Courtyard differed from his expectations.
Ye Tian initially thought that during the three-day banquet, the Wang family would be lax in their defenses. However, he discovered that this only applied to the useless outer courtyard; within the Inner Courtyard, patrol teams were moving back and forth quite rigorously.
A patrol team had just passed along this small path, so Ye Tian was not worried about being exposed. He had observed carefully and estimated that it would take about fifteen minutes for another patrol team to arrive here.
As Ye Tian walked and looked around, even though it was late at night, there were still flames visible in the center of the Inner Courtyard, accompanied by sporadic sounds of cheers. This indicated that some sort of celebration was still ongoing there.
An hour later, Ye Tian arrived at a central position in the Inner Courtyard and casually found a dark corner to hide. Despite spending an hour scouting, he had not been able to locate the dungeon. This was not surprising since dungeons are hidden underground by definition.
Ye Tian's purpose for coming here was simple: to confront the Wang family directly.
Since no other banquets were taking place and this area remained brightly lit, it suggested that this was a private banquet for important figures of the Wang family. The reasoning behind this conclusion was straightforward; no subordinate would dare to revel while their master was asleep.
Before him lay a courtyard measuring about a hundred zhang on each side. At this moment, there were three tables set up for a banquet inside; two tables at the lower end each had seven people seated, while there were only four at the table at the head.
"Big brother, when are we going to kill him?!"
"Not so fast; we need to find a good reason. The Cold Family has had too good a reputation in Spirit Martial Town over these years; killing them outright would be hard to justify."
"Who would know if we just stabbed him?"
"Sky Mad Second Master, if we just killed him directly, why go through all this trouble? It would have been better to do it directly when we were at the Cold Family."
"Second brother, as the saying goes, 'a centipede dies but never falls down.' To completely crush the Cold Family, we need to arrange an appropriate charge against them. Not only do they need to die, but we also need to make sure that the foolish people of Spirit Martial Town believe they deserve it."
"Bah! Wang Tianba, you worthless Blade Master, you coward! I will surely feast on your flesh!"
Ye Tian was startled by the voice; it belonged to Cold Bo Stone. Due to his position, Ye Tian could not see the entire courtyard and had not noticed it before.
"Cold Bo Stone, still daring to be arrogant even when death is imminent!" Wang Tiankuang stood up and walked cautiously toward the northern corner of the courtyard, moving slowly as if his eyes were not blind but still not healed.
The speakers were the two brothers, Wang Tiankuang and Wang Tianba, while another person surprised Ye Tian; it was none other than Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti.
"Wang Tiankuang, have the guts to face me one-on-one! Ahhh!" The roar and cries of Cold Bo Stone echoed simultaneously, followed by the smell of burnt flesh.
Ye Tian's eyes twitched. He wanted to reveal himself immediately but suppressed the impulse because there were hostages from the Wang family; even if he went down, it would be futile.
Having steadied his mind, Ye Tian observed carefully again. There were fourteen people at the lower two tables, most of them older, likely some stewards of the Wang family. At the head table sat four people: Wang Tianba at the top position, followed by Wang Tiankuang who had just executed a punishment. Opposite him was a shadowy man, and at the end sat Storm Thunder Antei, who had lost an arm.
No other figures were visible in the courtyard; Cold Bo Stone was somewhere in the northern corner but obscured from view.
Ye Tian's gaze swept over the fourteen stewards; they did not catch his attention because, according to Spirit Martial Town's customs, their strength would not be too high. Their main duties involved managing various affairs within the estate, requiring shrewdness and loyalty rather than excessive strength, which could even endanger family safety—Cold Wu was a prime example.
His gaze returned to the four at the head table. Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti and Wang Tiankuang were both Second-Stage Martial Artists, but one had lost an arm while the other was "blind," significantly reducing their combat capabilities. Although Wang Tianba was a Three-Stage Martial Artist, he posed little threat to Ye Tian given his current strength. The only person he needed to be wary of was that shadowy man—Wang Weiyang—who had been the most renowned genius in Spirit Martial Town before Ye Tian's rise. He had already reached Fourth-Stage Warrior and possessed the Blood Sect Evil Canon.
Ye Tian's gaze lingered on Wang Weiyang, who was quietly sipping tea without touching alcohol or speaking. His face bore no expression other than shadowiness; unlike others who were excited about wiping out the Cold Family, he showed no signs of enthusiasm. When spoken to, he merely nodded or shook his head—cold and profound.
However, Wang Weiyang's behavior puzzled Ye Tian. A year ago, Ye Tian had interacted with him when he was merely a Four-Stage Martial Artist but managed to embarrass Wang Weiyang significantly. This indicated that Wang Weiyang might not be very clever; his depth could either be pretentious or indicative of deep contemplation.
"Elder brother, how are you?" A voice came from the northern corner of the courtyard with a tone of concern—it was Leng Bo Feng's voice.
"Uncle Bofeng is here?!" Ye Tian was startled upon hearing this and immediately thought that Windwalker Young Master and Cold Frost might also be present. He stealthily moved to a dark spot on the southern side to hide himself, allowing him to see clearly into the northern corner of the courtyard.
There he saw two iron pillars made of wrought iron in the northern corner of the courtyard. At that moment, each pillar was tied with a person—Cold Bo Stone and Leng Bo Feng. Half a foot in front of them was a large stove with no pot on it; charcoal flames burned brightly with several iron torture devices haphazardly inserted into them, glowing red from being heated.
"Elder brother! Wake up!" Leng Bo Feng shouted desperately, but Cold Bo Stone did not respond.
Ye Tian focused closely and saw that Cold Bo Stone had slumped over in a daze, covered in bloodstains indicating severe injuries. His shirt was open at the chest revealing charred flesh in multiple places—a sight that was truly shocking.
In contrast, Leng Bo Feng's situation was not much better; his left ear had already been severed, and his knees were a bloody mess, likely shattered at the kneecaps.
Seeing this, Ye Tianjing felt anger surge within him. He forced himself to calm down and change positions. After several attempts to reposition, he still did not spot Cold Frost or Fan Fenglin.
"Call your mother! Shut up!" Wang Tiankuang rose from his seat again, irritated by Leng Bo Feng's cries.
In truth, his irritation stemmed from wanting to vent his blind rage on Leng Bo Feng.
As Wang Tiankuang stood up, Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti also got to his feet, smirking as he said, "Sky Mad Second Master, please sit down and let me have some fun."
"Fine, just don't kill him," Wang Tiankuang replied, glancing at the already unconscious Cold Bo Stone with a fierce look in his eyes.
Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti, being perceptive, quickly understood his intentions. He chuckled and said, "Just a splash of cold water will do."
"That won't work; he's already passed out," Wang Tiankuang said. Having been a bandit before, he was well aware of such matters.
"It will work," Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti said as he walked toward the northern corner of the courtyard. Once there, he grabbed a handful of salt from a prepared container and tossed it into the water before splashing it onto Cold Bo Stone.
The water was cool, and combined with the salt's effect, Cold Bo Stone indeed struggled a few times before regaining consciousness, looking extremely haggard and in pain.
He was already injured; after being tormented by the Wang family, he was now on the brink of death. If subjected to further torture, his life would surely be forfeit.
"Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti! If you have guts, come at me! Don't touch my brother!" Leng Bo Feng shouted loudly upon seeing this, trying to draw attention to himself.
"Ha ha, don't worry; we have enough hands," Wang Tiankuang had already taken his seat but became excited upon seeing Cold Bo Stone wake up. Hearing Leng Bo Feng's words made him rise again, eager to inflict more pain.
When Wang Tiankuang arrived, Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti reached into the embers and pulled out two glowing iron implements. He handed one to Wang Tiankuang while keeping one for himself and then grinned menacingly as he moved forward with a terrifying expression.
At this moment, Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti's refined demeanor had completely vanished; it was unclear whether it was due to losing an arm or if he had always been pretending.
"Brother Bo Feng, where do you think it would hurt the most?" Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti asked as he held the iron tool and slowly gestured in front of Leng Bo Feng.
"Pah!" Leng Bo Feng spat fiercely but missed as Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti dodged out of the way.
"Ha ha, I have heard that Brother Bo Feng is charming and dashing. What do you think about being burned here?" Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti said with a cruel smile, while the iron brand rushed towards Leng Bo Feng's groin.
"Very good!"
A clear voice suddenly rang out, followed by the Sound of Breaking Air. Before the sound faded, Ye Tian had already appeared in front of Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti. He reached out to grab the iron brand and twisted it, producing a series of hissing sounds as a foul smell spread through the air.
"Ah!!"
Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti let out a terrible scream, covering his groin with both hands and collapsing to the ground, rolling around in agony and crying out continuously.
Ye Tian's appearance was quite sudden; no one present had anticipated it. Seizing the opportunity, Ye Tian attacked Wang Tiankuang before anyone could react. Now that he had revealed himself, the outcome was predictable. The only thing left to do was to kill one to break even and kill two to make a profit!
"Ye..."
Before he could finish saying "Tian," the Golden Thunder Palm had already struck Wang Tiankuang's chest. With a muffled sound, blood and flesh flew as Wang Tiankuang's body was blown apart.
To the readers:
In the blink of an eye, I have already written two hundred chapters; it's quite astonishing...
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