Then Go Find Him on the Road to the Yellow Springs
Nan Fu's mind raced. This insignificant little person could be easily dealt with by anyone the Nan Clan could send out.
A desperate glint flashed in his eyes, and he said, forcing himself to speak, "Divine Child, I am still your elder; you can't treat me like this!"
Nan Xunran frowned slightly, and instantly moved to Nan Fu's side.
Nan Fu terrified, and his feet involuntarily retreated repeatedly.
Before his eyes, a bone umbrella had appeared in Nan Xunran's hand without him noticing.
He raised his hand slightly, the movement elegant and composed, yet containing a deadly threat.
In an instant, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and frost spread rapidly at a visible speed, freezing Nan Fu in place, unable to move, his expression frozen in extreme terror.
Immediately afterwards, Nan Xunran flicked his wrist, and the bone umbrella was thrown out, with many sharp blades emerging from the ribs, spinning rapidly in mid-air.
The sharp blade gleamed with a cold light, carrying a chilling killing intent as it lunged towards Nan Fu's neck.
Nan Fu's eyes were filled with terror. He desperately tried to break free from the cold restraints, but found himself so insignificant in front of Nan Xunran, powerless to resist.
With a muffled "thud," the head fell to the ground, blood splattering on the ground like blooming flowers of death.
The bone umbrella flew back to Nan Xunran's hand on its own, still spotless and untouched by any blood.
Nan Xunran turned around and steadily walked out of the hall.
Everyone remained respectfully standing outside the hall, heads bowed, not daring to utter a sound.
Nan Xunran turned his gaze to an elderly man with white hair and slowly said, "Fourth Master."
The fourth priest felt a tremor in his heart; he keenly sensed that Nan Fu's presence had vanished.
His body trembled involuntarily, then he bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Your Highness, I will reassign the head of our lineage."
He was fully aware of Nan Fu's despicable deeds.
When the family head was being selected, Nan Fu resorted to any means to achieve his goal, hiring assassins to kill the other candidates, resulting in their tragic deaths. In the end, only he, the one with the lowest cultivation level, survived.
He might turn a blind eye to the murder of others, but murdering one's own family members is absolutely intolerable!
If all the candidates hadn't perished, Nan Fu would never have been able to take the position of family head.
Nan Xunran nodded slightly, his clothes swaying gently in the wind. He didn't say anything more, turned around and drifted away.
Other Shore Hall
Yao Nian casually toyed with the short knife in her hand, the blade nimbly turning between her slender fingers, gleaming with a cold light.
The man stood before her, head bowed, looking nervous.
The man stammered, "My lord..." His voice was weak and barely audible, filled with barely concealed fear.
Yao Nian frowned, a hint of impatience flashing in her eyes, and said sharply, "Speak plainly if you have something to say, don't beat around the bush!"
"... Nan Fu is dead. The spell I cast on him has failed, and his life force has vanished," the man said tremblingly.
Upon hearing this, Yao Nian's aura suddenly exploded. She abruptly stood up and shouted angrily, "What?!"
The overwhelming aura caused the man to cough up blood instantly.
The man pleaded in terror, "Please... please calm down, sir."
Yao Nian's eyes widened in anger, her eye sockets bulging as she cried out, "Who is it? Who on earth is it?!"
"It's me." A clear voice rang out.
A figure appeared silently in the hall.
Both of them were startled; they hadn't noticed when this person had arrived at all, nor could they sense his presence.
Yao Nian steadied herself, focused her gaze, and exclaimed in surprise, "The Divine Child of the Nan Clan?!"
Nan Xunran approached step by step and said slowly, "Hall Master Yao, Nan Fu has been eliminated, yet you seem to show no joy."
Yao Nian giggled, took a few steps forward, and swiftly moved closer to him, her eyes filled with a hint of madness, "Happy? How could I not be happy!"
Nan Xunran remained completely still.
Yao Nian's dagger instantly pressed against Nan Xunran's chest, the blade slicing lightly. "How can I thank you?"
After speaking, her eyes hardened, and she suddenly exerted force with her hand.
At this moment, a powerful pressure suddenly descended, and Yao Nian was instantly suppressed, her legs went weak, and she knelt down, her knees slamming heavily on the ground. The knife in her hand also fell to the ground with a clang.
Nan Xunran looked down at her with indifferent eyes, as if he were looking down at an insignificant ant.
Yao Nian gritted her teeth, trying to stand up, but collapsed back down helplessly.
She angrily retorted, "Nan Xunran! How did you know about the feud between me and Nan Fu?!"
Nan Xunran said calmly, "It's not difficult to find out."
Yao Nian's face was ashen, her eyes bloodshot, and she screamed hysterically, "I've painstakingly planned all this time just so I could take revenge myself! You killed him, how can I take revenge myself now!"
Nan Xunran smiled slightly and chuckled, "Then go find him on the road to the Yellow Springs."
P. S.: Should the next chapter focus more on describing the battle scenes?
I saw someone say that my writing lacked combat. When I first started writing, there was a lot of combat content, but nobody liked reading it, so I deleted a lot of it. Now I'm being told it's monotonous (╥ω╥`).