Seeing that the mysterious master of the Sword Hut was unwilling to show himself, Ye Chen could only give up.
After all, if an Emperor's Throne powerhouse really wanted to hide, it would be difficult for him to find him with his methods.
That night, he returned to the Hu family's resting place. There were less than two days until the Jade Lake Meeting. There were more and more people in Li Mountain City. Most of them were from the various factions in Zhongzhou.
The next morning, the Hu family's residence was forcefully opened. Both parties were at daggers drawn outside the residence, and the atmosphere was tense.
Ye Chen woke up from his meditation and glanced at Xiao Hei who had been guarding by the side. He frowned and said, "What's going on?"
Xiao Hei grinned and said, "Master, I heard that the disciples of Lanzhou's Martial Spirit Mansion are dead. The Martial Spirit Mansion has come to the Hu family to punish them."
He knew that Ye Chen had gone out last night, so he subconsciously thought that Yuan Ling and the rest had been killed by Ye Chen.
"I'll go take a look!" Ye Chen frowned and left the room.
…
The Hu family's residence was called the Fenghua Tower. There were countless buildings like this in Li Mountain City. Most of them were temporary resting places for the factions that came to watch the ceremony.
At this moment, outside the Fenghua Tower, more than ten people blocked the entrance with gloomy expressions. The members of the Hu family were facing off against the other party as if they were facing a great enemy.
Such a lineup naturally attracted the attention of various factions. As a result, there were already many people surrounding the Fenghua Tower. They were all aristocratic families and sects from all over Zhongzhou.
"It's the people from Lanzhou's Martial Spirit Mansion!"
"What? Lanzhou's Martial Spirit Mansion? Why did they come to find trouble with the Hu Clan with such great fanfare? You have to know that the Hu family is also an Emperor Blood family. Their status is no lower than the Martial Spirit Mansion. "
"Hehe, I'm afraid you guys don't know yet. I heard that the disciples of the Martial Spirit Mansion had a conflict with the Hu family in the restaurant yesterday. Unfortunately, those disciples went missing …"
"Missing?!"
Amidst the tense atmosphere, countless onlookers began to discuss with ridicule on their faces.
Were the two Emperor Blood forces going to become enemies?
Under countless gazes, a gray beam of light shot through the air and landed in front of the Hu family.
When the light dissipated, an old man with gray hair and a gray robe was revealed. The moment he appeared, an invisible pressure swept through the world.
The members of the Hu Clan couldn't help but retreat in unison. Painful expressions appeared on their faces as they tried to resist the pressure.
"This old man is Martial Spiritual Mansion's Elder Song Qinglian, a member of the Hu family. You have an hour to hand over the murderer, Hu Fei!"
The gray-robed old man's cold and sinister gaze swept across the entire area as his cold voice resounded, "Otherwise, this old man doesn't mind personally capturing him!"
"Boom …"
His voice boomed like a great bell, reverberating throughout the entire Magnificent Tower.
"Pfft …"
Many of the Hu Clan's disciples vomited blood in unison. Their complexions were dispirited, and it was obvious that they were injured by the former's shout.
At that moment, a cold voice came from the Magnificent Tower. "Fellow Daoist Song of the Martial Numinous Sect, aren't you looking down on the Hu family by bringing your men to block our entrance without a word?"
The next moment!
A middle-aged woman dressed in green walked out of the Fenghua Tower. Her expression was cold and there were many young men and women following behind her.
It was the Hu Family's Patriarch, Hu Baimei.
Following Hu Baimei's appearance, the Hu Clan's disciples who were present were overjoyed. Then, they felt the pressure on them disappear.
"Patriarch Hu!"
Song Qinglian fixed his gaze on Hu Baimei with a hint of fear. "Five of our Martial Numinous Sect's disciples have gone missing. One of them is a true disciple. Please hand over your Hu Clan's Hu Fei!"
His words caused an uproar among the crowd.
A Martial Numinous Sect's true disciple had also gone missing?
Behind Hu Baimei, Hu Fei wore a blank expression. Although he had taught Yuan Ling a lesson, he had not attacked him again. Why was the Martial Numinous Sect suspecting him?
Even Hu Baimei was moved. She said, "Fellow Daoist Song, my Hu Clan has never had any grudges with your Martial Numinous Sect. What does the disappearance of your Martial Numinous Sect's disciples have to do with my Hu Fei?"
With that, she subconsciously glanced at Hu Fei.
"No grudges? What a great excuse!"
Song Qinglian immediately sneered. "Yesterday, your Hu Fei disregarded his status and injured my Martial Numinous Sect's inner disciple, Yuan Ling. Afterward, Yuan Ling and the others went missing. How do you explain that?"
As his words fell, everyone, including the Hu Clan, turned to look at Hu Fei.
Even Hu Baimei was no exception. Beside her, Hu Lei seemed to have thought of something as the corners of his mouth curled into a mocking smile.
Hu Baimei stared at Hu Fei and said expressionlessly, "Hu Fei, is what Fellow Daoist Song said true?"
Hu Fei took a step forward and said indifferently, "Clan Head, Elder Song, I did have a conflict with Yuan Ling in the restaurant yesterday. However, I only taught him a light lesson."
Hu Fei was about to speak when he saw Hu Lei looking at him with a righteous expression. "Hu Fei, it's not that I want to criticize you, but you shouldn't use your status as a Hu Clan's disciple to bully the weak …"
"Clan Head Hu, did you hear that?"
Song Qinglian sneered. "Your Hu Clan has already admitted it. Are you going to protect this person today?"
"Clan Head, the disappearance of Yuan Ling and the others has absolutely nothing to do with me. I really only taught him a light lesson …" Hu Fei explained.
Hu Baimei's eyes flickered a few times. She looked directly at Song Qinglian. "Fellow Song, when did your disciples go missing?"
Song Qinglian scoffed and said, "After midnight last night …"
"If that's the case, it means that after Hu Fei had a conflict with your disciples in the restaurant, nothing happened to your disciples …"
Hu Baimei smiled faintly. "And Hu Fei was in the Magnificent Pagoda for the entire night. How can you pin the blame on him for the disappearance of your esteemed sect's disciples?"
Song Qinglian could not refute her at the moment.
Xiaohei, who was watching from far away, could not help but say while smiling, "Master, this Hu Baimei is quite smart."
"How can we treat her as an ordinary lady since she's the Hu Clan Head?" Ye Chen shook his head and smiled.
Hu Baimei said again, "Fellow Song, you mentioned earlier that there's a true disciple among your disciples who went missing, am I right?"
Song Qinglian was unwilling to answer.
"Everyone knows that your sect has nine true disciples. Each of them has a cultivation base of a peak martial king!"
Hu Baimei said confidently, "Although my Hu family's Hu Fei has a cultivation base of a peak martial king, it's impossible for him to kidnap your disciples without anyone knowing …"
"In this way, Patriarch Hu is determined to protect the members of your Hu Clan?"
Song Qinglian's expression changed a few times, then he said indifferently, "Even if you break the heavens, your Hu Clan will not be able to escape from this matter. Today, I will take him away no matter what."
"Without sufficient evidence, do you think the disciples of my Hu Clan are people you can touch as you please?"
Hu Baimei's beautiful eyes turned grim. The temperature dropped as soon as the last word was spoken. Clearly, she was furious.
Hu Fei was touched to hear that.
Song Qinglian glared at Hu Baimei coldly. Subsequently, he laughed out of rage. "Great, I'd like to see what you're capable of today!"
Silence filled the air within the blink of an eye.
Countless people paused by instinct.
'Is he going to fight?'
Xiaohei, who was standing far away, could not help but say upon seeing that, "Master, should we fight?"
Just when Ye Chen was going to speak, he suddenly looked into the distance. A delicate shout came from there, "Stop, all of you!"
(End of this chapter)
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