Kill Nan Fu, It Was Time for This Lineage to Change Its Head

Wei Yan looked at Nan Xunran, her eyes filled with reluctance. She took a small step forward and asked softly, "Are you leaving already?"

Nan Xunran nodded slightly.

Wei Yan pursed her lips and took out an exquisite but chilling bone umbrella from behind her, its surface seemingly shrouded in wisps of yin energy.

Holding the umbrella in both hands, she looked up and said, "This bone umbrella is forged from the bones of thousands of powerful warriors. It can instantly freeze enemies within a certain range, and the umbrella ribs can also transform into sharp blades."

Having said that, she extended her hands forward again, her gaze fervent, "Please accept this."

Nan Xunran's gaze swept over the bone umbrella, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he gently shook his head.

Wei Yan had already anticipated that Nan Xunran wouldn't accept it. She paused briefly, bit her lip, and said, "If you don't accept it, I'll announce to everyone that you're my fiancé."

As soon as she spoke, her cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes darted around, and she dared not meet Nan Xunran's gaze.

Upon hearing Nan Xunran's gaze fixed on Wei Yan.

A moment later, Nan Xunran slowly extended his slender hand and took the bone umbrella from Wei Yan's hand.

Seeing this, Wei Yan was secretly delighted. Great, he would accept it!

Her lips unconsciously curved upwards, forming a crescent moon shape, and her eyes sparkled with joy.

Nan Xunran gently parted her lips and said, "Goodbye."

Then, with a flicker, he vanished from Wei Yan's sight, leaving only a gentle breeze caressing Wei Yan hair.

Wei Yan stared in the direction he had disappeared, standing there for a long time.

After a long while, she gently closed her eyes, turned around, and her expression became serious. She thought to herself that she should also get busy with the Following Wind Cavalry's affairs.

Nan Clan split

Nan Xunran made his way towards the location of the Four Worshippers lineage.

He was tall and slender, his clothes fluttering in the wind, as if he were walking on a gentle breeze.

When the crowd caught a glimpse of him from afar, chaos erupted.

Everyone hurriedly straightened their clothes, bowed deeply, and shouted in unison, "Divine Child!"

Nan Xunran remained calm and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

"Why would the Divine Child come to split the family?" someone couldn't help but mutter to themselves.

"Judging from this direction, it should be the lineage of the Four Worshippers," another person speculated in a low voice.

Just then, a disciple from the Fourth Elder lineage vanished from the crowd in an instant, Nan Fu at top speed. "Patriarch, the Divine Child has arrived!"

Inside the room, Nan Fu, who had been sitting leisurely, suddenly jumped up from his chair upon hearing this, the movement so forceful that it knocked over a teacup beside him.

He cried out in shock, "What?!"

Then he shouted urgently, "Quickly, get everyone out to greet the divine child!"

"Yes!" the disciple replied, and then quickly left.

A moment later, Nan Xunran appeared at the doorway, her posture upright and graceful.

The crowd stood respectfully outside the door, shouting in unison, "Divine Child!"

Nan Xunran's gaze remained calm as she quietly observed them without uttering a word.

Everyone was uneasy and dared not get up.

A moment later, a gentle breeze blew by, and an invisible hand slowly lifted them up, allowing them to stand up straight with care.

Nan Xunran stepped calmly into the hall.

Nan Fu, with a hint of obsequiousness on his face, quickly stepped forward, expertly poured a cup of tea, and asked softly, "Divine Child, what brings you here today?"

Nan Xunran glanced sideways and uttered two words softly. "Yao Nian."

Nan Fu's body jolted violently; the name was like a sharp dagger, instantly piercing his heart.

Yao Nian! This is the woman who killed his son with her own hands!

He struggled to compose himself, his voice strained as he said, "... Di Zi, why did you bring her up?"

He wondered anxiously if his son's outrageous deeds had been discovered.

Nan Xunran his hand gently, and the others understood and retreated in an orderly manner.

Nan Xunran's gaze was calm as he slowly asked, "Do you know about the Other Shore Hall?"

Nan Fu nodded hastily and replied, "I know, a rather famous assassin organization in the Sacred Domain."

Nan Xunran's tone was cold. "The Other Shore Hall is Yao Nian."

Upon hearing this, Nan Fu was shocked and blurted out, "What?! Yao Nian, that woman, isn't dead?!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized his lapse in composure, quickly covering his mouth, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, knowing he had spoken out of turn.

Nan Xunran spoke in a light tone, as if discussing a trivial matter, "It's time to change the head of your lineage."

Nan Fu's face turned deathly pale in an instant, and cold sweat poured down his face.

He fell to his knees with a thud, almost pleading, "Your Highness, please don't!"

"I will definitely eliminate that woman myself to atone for my mistake, and I will never let her endanger the Nan Clan!" Nan Fu said, his hands trembling, his eyes filled with panic.

Nan Xunran remained silent, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze, so heavy that it was almost impossible to breathe.