Misty Cloud Sect's Latest Moves!

The main hall of the Misty Cloud Sect was brightly lit.

Yun Leng sat in his chair, his expression terrifyingly grim.

The Fourth Elder was dead, killed at the Xiao Clan by a piece of trash; this news was like a thorn stuck in Yun Leng's heart that he could not pull out.

The Second Elder spoke up, "First Elder, we cannot just let this go. The Fourth Elder cannot have died in vain."

The Fifth Elder echoed, "The Second Elder is right. If this gets out, what will outsiders think of our Misty Cloud Sect? If we cannot even deal with a piece of trash, where will the face of the Misty Cloud Sect be?"

Yun Leng raised his hand, signaling for the elders to be quiet.

"This old man knows," Yun Leng said. "This old man cannot swallow this insult, but the Sect Master said not to act rashly."

The Second Elder snorted coldly, "The Sect Master is the Sect Master, and we are us. The Fourth Elder spent decades with us; are we just going to sit here and do nothing while he is murdered?"

The Fifth Elder lowered his voice, "Second Elder, keep your voice down. It won't be good if the Sect Master hears you."

"So what if she hears?" the Second Elder retorted. "Am I not speaking the truth?"

Yun Leng remained silent for a moment before looking toward the Third Elder.

"Third Elder, what is your take?"

The Third Elder stood up and said, "First Elder, give me a few men, and I will wipe out the Xiao Clan."

Yun Leng looked at the Third Elder. "Are you certain?"

"What kind of experts could a Xiao Clan possibly have?" the Third Elder said. "The Fourth Elder was only killed because he underestimated his opponent. With my own strength as a Dou King, plus a few core disciples at the Dou Ling level, killing a Xiao Yan will be more than enough."

Yun Leng nodded. "Good."

"Rest assured, First Elder, I will set out tomorrow," the Third Elder said.

"No need to rush your departure," Yun Leng said. "There is one thing you must do."

"What is it?" the Third Elder asked.

A cold glint flashed in Yun Leng's eyes.

"Kill his entire family right in front of Xiao Yan."

The Third Elder was momentarily stunned.

"And then execute him," Yun Leng said. "I want Xiao Yan to know what the consequences are for offending the Misty Cloud Sect."

The Third Elder nodded firmly. "I understand."

"Go," Yun Leng said. "Be careful, and don't let the Sect Master know."

The Third Elder turned and left.

The next morning, outside the gates of the Misty Cloud Sect.

The Third Elder stood on the steps with five young men behind him.

Those five young men were all core disciples at the Dou Ling level, the cream of the crop among the younger generation of the Misty Cloud Sect.

One disciple asked, "Third Elder, where are we going?"

"Wutan City," the Third Elder said. "The Xiao Clan."

The disciples exchanged glances, excitement flashing in their eyes.

If they killed the people of the Xiao Clan and returned, the First Elder would surely reward them heavily.

"Let's go." With a wave of his hand, the Third Elder led the five disciples away from the Misty Cloud Sect.

In the corridor, Nalan Yanran stood behind a pillar, watching the Third Elder lead his men away.

Nalan Yanran did not speak; she simply watched.

Nalan Yanran knew exactly what they were going to do: go to the Xiao Clan, find Xiao Yan, and take revenge.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

Xiao Yan, you are dead. You killed Ge Ye, you killed the Fourth Elder, you slapped my face, and you annulled our engagement. Every one of these debts will be settled.

The Third Elder is a Dou King expert, and he has five core disciples at the Dou Ling level with him. No matter how strong you are, can you be stronger than a Dou King plus five Dou Lings?

Nalan Yanran muttered to herself in her heart, You deserve it.

Nalan Yanran turned and left, her mood much improved.

Two days later.

In the study of the Mite'er Family in the Imperial Capital, Mite'er Tengshan was reviewing account books.

He was the patriarch of the Mite'er Family, in charge of the entire family's business. In the Jia Ma Empire, the name of the Mite'er Family was known to all; their business spanned the entire country, and their wealth was immeasurable.

A knock came at the door.

"Come in," Mite'er Tengshan said without looking up.

A servant entered, holding a letter in his hand.

"Patriarch, news sent by Miss Ya Fei from Wutan City."

Mite'er Tengshan put down the account book and took the letter.

Mite'er Tengshan opened the letter and read it for a few moments, his brows furrowing.

"A Tier 6 medicinal herb?"

The servant nodded, "Yes, Miss Ya Fei says someone over there is looking to purchase a Tier 6 medicinal herb."

Mite'er Tengshan fell silent for a moment.

How could anyone in a small place like Wutan City possibly have a use for a Tier 6 medicinal herb?

"Did Ya Fei say who wanted it?" Mite'er Tengshan asked.

"She did," the servant replied. "It is Xiao Yan of the Xiao Clan."

Mite'er Tengshan's brows furrowed even deeper.

He had heard of the Xiao Clan, a small family in Wutan City, and the name Xiao Yan also rang a bell.

"Xiao Yan? The trash with only the third stage of Dou Disciple?" Mite'er Tengshan asked.

"Yes," the servant said. "That is him."

"What would a piece of trash want with a Tier 6 medicinal herb?" Mite'er Tengshan could not believe it.

"Miss Ya Fei says the matter might not be that simple," the servant said. "I heard that Nalan Yanran went to the Xiao Clan to break off the engagement, but was dumped by Xiao Yan on the spot."

Mite'er Tengshan was stunned. "Dumped Nalan Yanran?"

"Yes," the servant said. "And Xiao Yan also killed the Misty Cloud Sect's deacon elder Ge Ye, and later killed the Misty Cloud Sect's Fourth Elder."

Mite'er Tengshan's expression finally changed.

Ge Ye was a Dou Grandmaster, and the Fourth Elder was a powerful Dou King. Could a piece of trash at the third stage of Dou Disciple kill a Dou Grandmaster? Could he kill a Dou King? This was impossible.

"Miss Ya Fei says Xiao Yan's strength might be very high," the servant said. "At the very least, he is at the Dou King level."

Mite'er Tengshan sat in his chair, remaining silent for a long time.

A fifteen-year-old Dou King? A genius like this had never appeared in the entire Jia Ma Empire.

"Is the news accurate?" Mite'er Tengshan asked.

"Miss Ya Fei confirmed it personally," the servant said. "The Fourth Elder's corpse is still being held at the Xiao Clan."

Mite'er Tengshan took a deep breath.

If this were true, this Xiao Yan was terrifying. A fifteen-year-old Dou King must be backed by a faction, and not a small one at that.

"What else did Ya Fei say?" Mite'er Tengshan asked.

"Miss Ya Fei says she wants to befriend Xiao Yan," the servant said. "So she is requesting the family to purchase the Tier 6 medicinal herb as a favor to him."

Mite'er Tengshan nodded.

Ya Fei's approach was correct; one could not afford to offend such a person, so it was best not to, and one should try to befriend him if possible.

"Tell Ya Fei that I will arrange for someone to deliver the Tier 6 medicinal herb," Mite'er Tengshan said. "Tell her to maintain a good relationship with that Xiao Yan."

"Yes," the servant nodded.

"Also," Mite'er Tengshan said, "have her keep an eye on Xiao Yan's movements and report any news back immediately."

The servant acknowledged the order and turned to leave.

Mite'er Tengshan sat in his chair, silent for a long time.

A remarkable figure had emerged from a small place like Wutan City. If the news that a fifteen-year-old youth could kill a powerful Dou King were to spread, the entire Jia Ma Empire would be shaken.

The Misty Cloud Sect would certainly not let this go after losing their people; a major incident was likely about to unfold in Wutan City.

Mite'er Tengshan stood up and walked to the window.

Outside, the sky had already darkened, and the streets of the imperial capital were brightly lit.

Mite'er Tengshan recalled the words in Ya Fei's letter, still finding it hard to believe.

He shook his head, deciding to stop thinking about it.

Regardless, ensuring Ya Fei maintained a good relationship with that Xiao Yan could never be wrong. A fifteen-year-old Dou King would have limitless future achievements; one should befriend such a person if possible, and if not, at least avoid offending him.

Mite'er Tengshan muttered to himself in his heart.