Clearing the Sect

Noon.

Zhong Yue cautiously entered her 'home', which she hadn't been back to for a long time.

Father Zhong Chengshi, stepmother Qin Guihua, and aunt Zhong Chengyu were all present.

"So you know how to come back?"

Qin Guihua's sharp, piercing voice rang out, and Zhong Yue retorted without hesitation:

"Didn't you send me back?"

"How dare you speak to your elders like that?" Qin Guihua slammed her hand on the table and glared, about to unleash a torrent of abuse, but was stopped by Zhong Chengshi.

"Alright!"

The middle-aged man with a face full of scars said in a deep voice:

"Xiaoyue finally came back, stop making a fuss every day!"

Zhong Yue looked at him in surprise; her father had never been like this before.

What, you've changed your mind?

"Sit down and eat first," Zhong Chengshi said.

Zhong Yue plopped down, glanced at the table laden with meat and fish, and had just picked up her chopsticks when she heard Qin Guihua's shrill voice:

"I called you back today for two things."

She ignored her, picked out a piece of fish for herself, and buried herself in her rice.

Qin Guihua suppressed her anger and spoke in a harsh tone:

"Your younger brother will be starting junior high school in Longzhou City in September."

Zhong Yue raised her head and said coldly:

"First, I don't have a younger brother. Second, what's it to me?"

"How dare you speak to your Aunt Qin like that?" Zhong Chengshi slammed his hand on the table.

Zhong Chengyu was standing to the side, also put down his chopsticks and said slowly and deliberately:

"Alright, I'm annoyed by your family beating around the bush. Just tell me straight, how are we going to divide that house in Longzhou City?"

Zhong Yue was taken aback:

"A house? What house?"

Zhong Chengyu scoffed and said coldly:

"It's the house the old man left behind. We went through all sorts of trouble to get to Longzhou City, only to find that the old man had actually made an electronic will, designating you as his heir!"

Zhong Yue's eyes widened as she pointed at herself:

"I??"

She was stunned for a moment, then immediately questioned:

"Did you already know about the house in Longzhou City?"

"I know," Qin Guihua said sharply, "Now that your younger brother is going to study in Longzhou City, you should transfer the house to him."

"There's one for me too!" Zhong Chengyu on the table.

Zhong Yue didn't speak, but felt a buzzing in her head, as if her head was congested and burning.

She stared blankly at her stepmother and aunt, who were shouting at each other like shrewish women, her lips trembling slightly.

"Then why didn't you sell that house before to pay for Grandpa's medical treatment?"

The two people arguing looked at Zhong Yue with surprise, as if she were an idiot.

Zhong Yue seemed oblivious, clenching her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh, drawing blood.

"You're saying we can't sell this house, because if we do, we'll have nowhere to live and we'll be classified as homeless."

"Since you still have a house in Longzhou City, why not sell it?"

She trembled slightly, knowing that the 'grandfather' who had come back to life was not her real grandfather.

Instead, it's some terrifying monster disguised as a grandfather.

Grandpa actually died.

Zhong Chengshi coughed and forced a smile:

"Xiaoyue, your grandfather himself has no intention of selling the house to pay for his medical treatment, so what right do we have to interfere with his decision?"

"Be good, tomorrow you and Dad will go to Longzhou City and transfer the house to your younger brother."

Zhong Yue didn't say a word, and got up to leave.

"Have I been giving you too much face?!"

Zhong Chengshi suddenly flew into a rage, his patience completely exhausted, and grabbed Zhong Yue's hair, pulling it violently!

Zhong Yue cried out in pain, blood seeping from her scalp. Although she had already grasped the basics of Visualization Method under the guidance of that mysterious eccentric,

But she still has a long way to go before becoming a martial artist—she's still just an ordinary person.

"You little rascal!" Qin Guihua yelled, watching Zhong Chengshi punch and kick, "What are we waiting for tomorrow? Let's go to Longzhou City this afternoon and transfer the house title first!"

"If you ask me, this little rascal shouldn't go to Jiang University. It's a waste of money. He should just find a family to marry into and collect a lot of dowry."

Zhong Yue broke free from the middle-aged man's iron grip and rushed towards the door, just as she was about to open it and escape.

'Knock knock knock!'

There was a knock on the door.

Zhong Chengshi caught up in one stride, grabbed Zhong Yue's hair, and yelled:

"Who is it? What are you knocking for? Get lost."

Before he could finish speaking, the door opened by itself.

Zhong Yue's eyes were filled with tears. She looked up instinctively and froze.

Zhong Chengshi, who was about to unleash a torrent of abuse, was also stunned.

The old man slowly walked into the house.

'Smack!'

Qin Guihua dropped the bowl she was holding, and it shattered on the ground. Zhong Chengshi was so frightened that he let go of his daughter's hair and stumbled backward, bumping into the wall.

"Old Dong's father?" he asked, a chill running down his spine.

The old man didn't answer, but gently touched Zhong Yue's cheek, checked the wound on her head, and said calmly:

"Someone should come looking for you in a few days. It should be the Jiangzhou government, or it could be the Anti-Cult Investigation Bureau. Just take whatever they give you and answer whatever they ask you."

Zhong Yue nodded blankly.

"Dad?" Not far away, Zhong Chengyu, who had stood up in fright, tentatively asked, "You, you're not dead?"

She suddenly slapped her forehead, as if she had just realized something:

"Ankang Hospital was completely razed. I heard they were doing some kind of special experiment before. I know now, Dad must have been chosen and cured of his illness?"

Zhong Chengshi also realized what was happening:

"The Jiangzhou government and that so-called Anti-Cult Investigation Bureau are..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old man raised his hand to interrupt him.

Zhang Fusheng calmly glanced at the three people in the room, then turned to Zhong Yue, whose eyes were brimming with tears, and said:

"Close your eyes."

After all, he's her father.

Zhong Yue obediently did as she was told, after she closed her eyes.

Zhang Fusheng walked to the dining table, picked up a chopstick, and Qin Guihua said with a solicitous smile:

"It seems like Dad wants to eat."

'Laugh!'

The old man swiftly reached out and thrust a wooden chopstick into the woman's throat, piercing it completely before pulling it out—the speed was so fast that only a blur could be seen.

"Heh heh heh," Qin Guihua covered her throat with both hands, making incomprehensible, bloody hoarse sounds as blood gushed out between her fingers.

The siblings, Zhong Chengshi and Zhong Chengyu, were stunned.

One second later.

Zhong Chengyu's face contorted violently, and he opened his mouth wide, about to scream!

'Laugh!'

The old man poked it again.

The chopsticks also pierced her throat.

The screams turned into the splashing sound of blood spurting out.

"You! You!" Zhong Chengshi, his face full of scars, felt his scalp tingle and his heart pound. He fled towards the door like a madman!

An aged hand gripped the chopsticks, gently inserted them, and drove them into the middle-aged man's skull, then slapped the end of the chopsticks with his other hand.

Completely submerged.

Then came the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

"Let's go," the old man said calmly.

He led Zhong Yue, whose eyes were tightly closed, out the door, and quietly downstairs.

A white van had been parked on the street sometime during the day. The door was open, and a middle-aged man with a slightly pale face was standing next to it.

"May I call you Senior Zhong?"

Having just completed his mental healing and broken free from the seven words "kill, "Liu Zhengbang spoke cautiously.

The old man smiled noncommittally and gently patted Zhong Yue's hand.

"You can open your eyes now and go back to the Snake Fist Gym where you work."

Zhong Yue was bewildered, then suddenly realized there was something extra in her pocket, like a letter?

She wanted to speak, but found that she couldn't speak at all, and even her body was beyond her control.

They simply walked away, heading towards the Snake Fist Gym.

Liu Zhengbang glanced at the departing girl, said nothing, but simply bowed again to the old man.

"Senior Zhong, I am Liu Zhengbang, the captain of the vanguard team of the Anti-Cult Investigation Bureau."

Zhang Fusheng extended his divine sense twenty kilometers away, scanning the area in a circle.

After confirming that there are no problems...

The old man nodded slightly:

"I need to speak with the Investigation Bureau because I have something to discuss."

He paused, his voice calm and deep:

"Let's go, let's talk about the issue of Divine Descent by the Western Sect."

Liu Zhengbang's pupils suddenly contracted.