The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace

Chapter 206 - 206: Quick Decision

"That's Wang Qinglin?"

The Moon Pavilion stood at the center of crisscrossing streets lined with tightly packed buildings. In the alleyways and on the rooftops surrounding it, over fifty rogue cultivators lay in wait, some crouched in the shadows, others standing openly.

Their cultivation levels ranged from Embryo Breath Stage 2 to Embryo Breath Stage 6, with a few at Embryo Breath Stage 7 and even Embryo Breath Stage 9 peak.

The speaker was Daoist Mu.

"Indeed," someone confirmed.

"A Qi Refinement cultivator... not an easy foe to handle," Daoist Mu said, frowning. He had done his re

Though he narrowly avoided a fatal strike, the arrow was too fast. It ripped through his left arm, leaving it a bloody mess.

Boom!

The arrow detonated, scattering the remnants of his arm in a shower of flesh and blood.

"The archer must still be hiding nearby. They'll strike again if I stay here. I need to get to the patriarch for protection!"

Ignoring the searing pain of his missing arm, Wang Liyuan immediately activated his movement technique, preparing to flee.

But just as he moved, a shadow appeared before him like a phantom.

A glint of cold steel flashed.

Slash!

The blade sliced cleanly through Wang Liyuan's neck, severing his head in an instant.

In his final moments, Wang Liyuan caught a glimpse of his attacker's face: a rugged man in Wang family rogue cultivator attire with a square jaw and a stern expression.

After slaying Wang Liyuan, Yun Yanshui quickly retrieved the storage pouch from his corpse. Without hesitation, he vanished into the shadows, fully aware that Wang Qinglin was racing back toward the scene.

If he lingered, he would undoubtedly be caught by the enraged patriarch.

As Yun Yanshui disappeared, Wang Qinglin arrived mere moments later. He was holding a bloodied Daoist Mu, who had been captured during the pursuit.

Wang Qinglin had planned to interrogate Daoist Mu about who had sent him and his accomplices.

However, sensing that Wang Liyuan was in grave danger, Wang Qinglin had abandoned the interrogation and rushed back.

But even with his swift return, he was too late.

All that awaited him was the sight of Wang Liyuan's lifeless, headless corpse sprawled on the ground.

"Liyuan... Liyuan!"

Wang Qinglin's voice trembled with grief and fury as he stared at the mutilated body of his grandson.

The once-mighty patriarch of the Yulin Wang family, known for his composure and strength, now stood paralyzed, overwhelmed by the loss of his most promising heir.

His sorrow quickly turned to rage, and his piercing gaze swept the surroundings.

"Whoever did this... I will find you! And I will make you pay!" Wang Qinglin roared, his voice shaking the heavens.