A grievance has its source, a debt has its debtor

With Qiu Yan's keen eyesight, he focused intently and examined the shadowy figure closely. He immediately discerned the true nature of the shadowy shape, and his pupils contracted.

"Good heavens! It's a steep, towering mountain!"

He exclaimed in surprise, then lingered and strode out of the inn.

Chaos reigned throughout the city, with crowds of people thronging the streets. Ordinary citizens and traveling merchants alike were panicked and disoriented, running around in all directions.

Many soldiers were flustered, but thanks to years of fighting and good training, they were not too chaotic and were able to maintain Order.

"Not all of these people are cowardly and afraid of trouble. The reason they've all become like this is twofold: firstly, they've never experienced anything like this before, and the mere sight of Divine Ability fills them with dread; secondly, someone has set up a formation in this city to reverse the Fortune, stimulate emotions, and deliberately create this chaotic situation!"

As Qiu Yan ran, his eyes shone brightly. He activated the Spirit Eye Art, and the scene in his vision immediately changed. He saw that in various parts of the city, an aura was rising, condensing into a pillar, and shooting straight into the sky.

"These auras can reverse Fortune and suppress Divine Ability, and they've spread throughout the entire city. No wonder I was ambushed when I met Song Yuan a few days ago, yet I didn't notice anything amiss. It turns out they're everywhere!"

The thought had barely formed in his mind when he swiftly disappeared into the chaotic crowd.

Crackling! Crackling! Crackling!

Streaks of lightning danced across the mountain's surface, and beneath them, the streams and trees were wreathed in wisps of electric electricity.

This mountain is over four hundred feet high. In the Great Rui Dynasty, no matter where it is located in the world, it would be considered majestic and precipitous, and would be famous throughout the world.

But now, the mountain seems to descend from the sky, slowly sinking down. The crimson maple leaves covering the mountainside, under the flashes of lightning, undulate in a continuous line, looking from afar like a surging, roaring red wave covering the mountain.

A wisp of air rose from below, connecting with the mountain peak, then bounced back and sank downwards, moving back and forth between Wuxin City and the suspended mountain. Gradually, it caused changes in the airflow, vaguely forming a vortex.

A cyclone envelops everything, Fortune are reversed.

"What exactly is going on? Are there Divine Ability individuals planning to attack Wuxin City? This kind of show of force is practically a provocation against the imperial court's authority!"

At the Military Governor's Residence, Song Yuan donned his armor and mounted his horse. Although he had rushed out to battle, there was no sign of panic on his face, nor was his breathing disordered. He remained as steady as Mount Tai on horseback.

Two tall guards followed closely behind. One of them stepped forward and said, "General, although this incident has caused quite a commotion, if the perpetrators have only targeted one or two individuals and have not harmed the innocent or affected ordinary people, even if the court wants to investigate, it is not appropriate to exterminate them all."

"I see. It seems this attacker came prepared, both reckless and meticulous! With such a grand display, I can roughly guess who he's after."

Song Yuan narrowed his eyes and glanced into the depths of the mansion. "Since the other side dares not involve ordinary people, there's nothing to worry about. You all come with me into the camp to stabilize morale; that's the top priority."

The guard frowned upon hearing this and said, "But what about the lady...?"

"Whether she can get through this depends on herself. How can you and I interfere in such a situation?" With that, Song Yuan pulled on the reins and rode off first, with the other riders following closely behind.

Suddenly, he stopped his horse, turned around, and said, "Go and fetch Qian'er. Don't let her get into danger. Also, send someone over to Mr. Zhao's place..."

Just then, a series of roars and screams suddenly came from outside the mansion.

Upon hearing this voice, Song Yuan's expression changed, and he said in a deep voice to his two guards, "You two go find Qian'er and keep watch at all times. There must be no mistakes!"

"Yes, sir!" The two guards quickly replied and turned to leave.

Nodding, Song Yuan whipped his horse and led a few riders away from the mansion.

With Song Yuan's departure, the entire Military Governor's Residence seemed to have lost its backbone, showing signs of chaos. Many servants were running around the mansion in a panic, as if they were not knowing where to go.

However, no matter how panicked they were, they still remembered the family precepts, and no one dared to take advantage of the chaos to venture deep into the mansion.

However, the somewhat chaotic mansion had lost its usual alertness, and no one noticed that a figure had scaled the wall and entered.

Deep within the mansion lies the ancestral hall.

Snap!

A corner of the ancestral hall suddenly cracked, and rubble rolled down.

Click! Click!

Immediately afterwards, the entire building trembled and shook, as if it were under immense pressure, and the layer of divine power covering the surface of the ancestral hall collapsed!

On a level unseen by ordinary people, invisible forces continuously surged in from all parts of the city and from the sky, enveloping the entire ancestral hall, penetrating it, and pouring into its interior.

"What's going on? How could this happen? My life force has been suppressed!"

In the main hall of the ancestral hall, a woman was struggling to get up from the ground. Her movements were somewhat sluggish. The ground around her was covered with water and pieces of wood. Clearly, the woman had been submerged in a bucket of water, but suddenly a great force came down from the sky, crushing the bucket and slamming the woman inside to the ground.

Crack!

A cracking sound came from beneath the woman; the ground shattered, and crimson True Essence scattered in all directions.

Puff!

The woman suddenly tilted her head back and spat out a mouthful of blood!

Her face was none other than that of Shi Jianhui of Mountain-Passing Great King!

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Shi Jianhui immediately became weak and listless, with three balls of emerald green divine power emanating from her body.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

From the depths of the ancestral hall, three square seals flew out, each with a different scene carved on its back, lifelike in its detail.

As soon as the seal flew out, it resonated with the three orbs of light, releasing a surge of Domain of Law energy. However, before the energy could fully unfold, it was crushed by a heavy pressure coming from above! It shattered in the blink of an eye!

The next moment, the Law Seals and talismans fell down one after another.

Upon seeing this, Shi Jianhui turned pale, her eyes widened as she stared at the three seals and three orbs of light, muttering to herself.

"Where did this Fortune-Transferring Power come from? It not only suppresses life force, making movement difficult, but it even seals off divine power, preventing the release of my Domain of Law! Could this attacker be targeting me? Does he know I possess talismans and Law Seals?"

Shi Jianhui's legs suddenly went limp, and she fell to the ground.

"Damn it! This dwelling is far too frail, and with its Demon Core shattered, it's completely uncontrollable. It's in danger of collapsing if subjected to even the slightest external interference!"

She used both hands to support herself as she stood up, and looked up at the ancestral altar.

The table didn't hold a memorial tablet or Divine Rank, but rather a young woman, naked, with fair skin and a delicate, flawless face.

Faint traces of blood were visible to the naked eye flowing under the woman's skin, exuding a surging power that imbued her with a terrifying aura that seemed to hold back a wild beast within her.

Looking at the pristine white body, Shi Jianhui's eyes gleamed with intoxication. Trembling, she stepped forward and raised her hand to caress it.

"Almost there, almost there. Just a little longer, and this body will be ready to mature. Then I'll be able to escape this predicament. As long as..."

Just then, a voice came from outside the door—

"Unfortunately, you won't make it that far."

"Who goes there!" Shi Jianhui exclaimed in surprise, trying to turn around. However, due to the disharmony between her body and soul, and the heavy weight on her body, she lost her balance and fell to the ground with a "thud" during the sudden turn.

Immediately, a sense of shame rose in his heart, but Shi Jianhui was, after all, Demon King had experienced hundreds of years of trials and tribulations. He suppressed his anger, slowly got up, and looked up at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

"Who dares to trespass into this forbidden area? Don't you know the rules of the Dushi Mansion? Anyone who comes here without orders, regardless of their status, will not have a good end. If you know what's good for you, leave immediately, and I will not pursue the matter further."

As she spoke, her pupils shifted, as if adjusting their focus. Only after she finished speaking did she clearly see the figure standing by the door—a scholar in a blue robe.

The scholar, despite her warning, showed no sign of backing down and instead stepped inside.

Narrowing his eyes, Shi Jianhui was secretly on guard as he asked, "Who are you? There's no one like you in the Military Governor's Residence."

The scholar did not conceal his aura, which allowed her to detect the aura of Life Cultivation on him. After discerning it, she vaguely sensed that he had refined two souls.

Realizing this, Shi Jianhui focused her thoughts, and the scattered True Essence within her body gradually condensed. Although she was currently in a predicament, she was confident that she could still gather and mobilize some of her True Essence to kill the person in front of her in one fell swoop.

The scholar continued on his way, "My name is Qiu Yan, Yuanning Prefecture Qingchang County Prefecture."

"Qiu Yan?" Upon hearing this name, Shi Jianhui raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of memory surfacing. "You're the scholar who killed Wolf Warrior and Chen Qichang!"

"Since Your Majesty still remembers me, you should be well aware of the purpose of my visit." Qiu Yan continued walking, sensing that as the distance closed, the Unseen force was stirring within him.

"You want revenge?" Shi Jianhui replied expressionlessly. "Was this whole situation orchestrated by you? No! Even if you have some skills, you couldn't possibly have done this. You must have just been taking advantage of the situation. However, if you want revenge, you've come to the wrong person. Your enemy is the Wolf Demon, who died at your hands long ago."

Qiu Yan said, "Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. Your daughter admires learning and wants to find a learned man as her partner. As a result, you sent people to search everywhere, using cruel methods and causing the deaths of many innocent people. If Song Qian finds out, you, as her mother, will have a hard time explaining yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Unseen power began to surge, and Qiu Yan felt as if he had touched something.

Upon hearing this, Shi Jianhui's eyes flashed with a cold light, and she suddenly raised her hand and grabbed!

"You dare threaten me! Then die!"

His five fingers were as sharp as knives, and a crimson streak flickered within them, but then his entire arm exploded with a deafening roar. A torrent of thoughts surged forth, filled with resentment, hatred, unwillingness, fear, confusion, and bewilderment...

"What happened?"

Shi Jianhui stared wide-eyed at her shattered arm, her face filled with disbelief.

"Trying to buy time to mobilize your True Essence? Do you think I don't know?" Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes, his aura fluctuating wildly, giving Shi Jianhui a sense of uncertainty.

Like fate. (To be continued!)