Building a Martial Dao Celestial Family by Laying Low

Chapter 161: Chapter 160: Abnormal

Songjiang County, Jiang Family Mansion.

Inside the main hall, the Jiang Family Patriarch, Jiang Hongyi, sat stiffly in a Grandmaster’s Chair.

A secret report from Jingshan was clutched tightly in his hand. His knuckles, white from the force of his grip, protruded grotesquely.

His expression was terrifyingly grim. His eyes were fixed on the words written on the silk, each one a red-hot blade gouging into his heart.

More than ten Spirit Realm Honored Guests in Jingshan, wiped out...

Wu Tributor, fallen!

My youngest son, Chaoshan, confirmed dead!

CRACK!

With a muffled crack, the solid tea table split, several fissures appearing on its surface.

The teacup trembled and fell to the floor, shattering into pieces. Scalding tea splashed onto Jiang Hongyi’s robes, but he didn’t even notice.

Rage and grief instantly consumed him.

His chest heaved violently, and a mad killing intent erupted in his eyes.

’Who was it?’

’Who in the hell was it?!’

’An ordinary enemy would never have such courage or strength!’

’To strike so ruthlessly at my Jiang Family... only another of the Noble Families could be responsible.’

’The Zhou Family? The Su Family? The Liu Family?’

’Or... the Jiang Family?’

’There’s always friction between the Noble Families, but for the most part, we maintain a surface-level balance and understanding.’

’This merciless, utter annihilation is anything but ordinary.’

’This was clearly premeditated. They want a fight to the death with my Jiang Family.’

"Have Jiang Chaohong come see me at once!"

Jiang Hongyi’s head snapped up, and he commanded in a hoarse voice.

Soon, a figure quietly departed.

A moment later, a tall, slender figure strode quickly into the main hall.

It was Jiang Hongyi’s eldest son, Jiang Chaohong.

He was about thirty years old, dressed in a moon-white brocade robe. His face was handsome and refined, with a slight resemblance to Jiang Hongyi in his features, though he appeared more scholarly. He walked with a poised and graceful bearing.

As he stepped into the hall, Jiang Chaohong immediately felt the rage and killing intent that was so thick it was almost tangible. Seeing the mess on the floor and his father’s terrifying expression, his heart tightened, but he maintained a calm facade. He stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "Father, you summoned me? What has angered you so?"

"What?"

Jiang Hongyi threw the secret report at Jiang Chaohong’s feet, his voice bone-chillingly cold. "You ran off to Jingshan before, skulking around with those people from the Su Family. What exactly were you plotting in secret? Speak! Was this the Su Family’s doing? Did you get your brother killed?"

The report fluttered to the ground. Jiang Chaohong picked it up.

As his eyes swept over the contents, his face instantly turned pale. Shock and disbelief flashed in his eyes, followed by a flicker of deep sorrow.

But upon hearing his father’s heart-piercing accusation, that sorrow was quickly replaced by indignation and grief-stricken anger.

He looked up abruptly and said urgently, "Father, please see the truth! I did indeed go to Jingshan and meet with members of the Su Family. But we were only discussing the matter of Jingshan’s Tiger Subduing Martial Arts Hall being shut down. A member of the Su Family was interested in opening a new hall in Jingshan County. I speak not a single word of falsehood, nor did I sign any kind of alliance!"

He pointed to the heavens and swore an oath. "I, Jiang Chaohong, swear to the heavens! If I had even the slightest thought of harming my younger brother, or if I am in any way connected to this disaster, may I be struck by lightning and never be reincarnated! I am just as heartbroken by my brother’s death, and I wish for nothing more than to slay his killer with my own hands!"

Jiang Hongyi stared intently into his eldest son’s eyes, as if trying to pierce through to his very soul and find any trace of guilt or deceit.

After a long moment, he finally forced a cold snort through clenched teeth. His voice remained icy, though his killing intent had subsided slightly. "Hmph. It had better be as you say. If I find out you had anything to do with this, don’t blame me for disregarding the bonds of father and son!"

"Immediately gather all available elites of the family. You will accompany me to Lingxi at once."

Jiang Hongyi’s voice was low and cold. "We will find the mastermind behind this, no matter the cost. I will have them torn to pieces, and I will exterminate their entire clan. I will make everyone understand the price of crossing my Jiang Family."

"Yes! I obey!"

Jiang Chaohong’s expression was grave as he bowed and accepted the order.

Without another word, he turned and strode away, his figure quickly disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Once again, Jiang Hongyi was alone in the main hall.

He slowly sank back into his chair, but the almost tangible, icy killing intent emanating from him only grew stronger and more terrifying.

’Jingshan... no matter who you are, you will pay the price in blood!’

...

「At almost the same time, in Jiangkou County.」

Hidden Emperor Castle.

Jian Dian, Mo Wenqiu, was meditating in a quiet room, regulating her breathing. The Sword Qi around her was condensed but not yet released.

Suddenly, the clear cry of a crane came from outside the window. A white shadow shot through the opening and landed steadily on the desk before her.

It was a Cloud Crane, used by the Celestial Sword Sect for sending messages.

A slender Jade Tube was tied to the crane’s leg.

Mo Wenqiu took the Jade Tube. With a slight exertion of her Finger Force, she crushed the outer jade layer and retrieved the silk cloth from within.

As her eyes swept across the coded message, her face, which had been as placid as an old well, instantly became as if blasted by an arctic wind. The temperature in the room plummeted to freezing.

The silk cloth drifted to the floor.

There were only a few words written on it.

Mo Wenqiu rose to her feet. With a single step, her figure vanished like a phantom, leaving behind only the swaying window and the slowly cooling fragments of the Jade Tube on the desk.

...

「One day later.」

Jingshan County Magistrate’s Office, the rear hall.

Jian Dian, Mo Wenqiu, stood like a goddess of death. Her plain white dress fluttered slightly in the twilight, and the icy Sword Intent and immense pressure radiating from her enveloped the entire Government Office in a deathly, fearful silence.

County Magistrate Zhang Heming stood up, straightened his official robes, and took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm. Flanked by a crowd of pale-faced government constables, he braced himself and went out to greet her. "Senior, your presence honors us. This humble official failed to welcome you properly..."

"Where is the body of my disciple, Xue’Er?!"

Mo Wenqiu took a step forward, cutting off his pleasantries. Her icy gaze was like two sharp swords, pricking Zhang Heming’s skin until it hurt.

Zhang Heming didn’t dare delay for a second. He said quickly, "It’s in the Forensic Room in the rear office. This humble official will lead Senior there right now!"

The Forensic Room was cold and damp.

Two bodies lay side-by-side.

Although they had been treated, after seven days, they had still inevitably begun to show signs of decay.

The air was filled with the mixed smell of lime and the faint stench of rot.

Mo Wenqiu walked to the body of Snow Fairy and looked down.

She didn’t touch it, merely gazing silently at the face that was once bright and beautiful but was now swollen and bruised.

"Where was she found?"

Mo Wenqiu spoke again, her voice still ice-cold.

Zhang Heming hurried to reply, "In a secluded courtyard on the west side of the city. This humble official has already ordered it to be strictly sealed off."

"Lead the way."

The courtyard was just as it had been when it was sealed, the signs of a struggle and the dried bloodstains still visible.

Mo Wenqiu entered the main house, her gaze as sharp as lightning, sweeping over every inch of the floor, walls, and furniture. Zhang Heming followed behind her, not daring to breathe too loudly.

Suddenly, Mo Wenqiu stopped in front of the inner wall, near the bed.

She extended her right hand. With a slight release of Inner Qi from her palm, an entire section of the brick wall collapsed without a sound, crumbling into dust and debris.

When the dust settled, the corner of a white cloth was revealed inside the wall.

Mo Wenqiu took out the white cloth and unfolded it.

It was covered in a dense, chaotic scrawl of words written in blood.

Zhang Heming glanced at it curiously but couldn’t understand a single word.

Mo Wenqiu’s gaze rested on the cloth for several breaths. Then, the aura around her suddenly erupted, becoming incredibly dangerous.

She tucked the white cloth into her robes and, without a single glance at Zhang Heming, her figure flickered and vanished like a wisp of smoke outside the courtyard gate.

’She’s... just gone?’

Zhang Heming was completely stunned, unable to process what had just happened for a long time.

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