Chapter 1591 - 459: Zhou Qing’s Furious Revenge!

Seven days later, another shocking piece of news spread across the Sixth Tail:

Two important mines of the Liu Family were attacked, and the resentment of the fallen Spirit Severing Realm turned the entire mountain area into a dead zone.

Strangely, the Liu Family only sent some Divinity Transformation Realm to investigate, while all Spirit Severing Realm experts cowered and dared not venture out, fearing to follow in the footsteps of their colleagues.

It should be known that aside from a few Spirit Severing Realm who surrendered, the rest of the Shen Family had all perished in battle.

Now, the only one capable of such a feat is the long-missing ancestor of the Shen Family.

For a time, cultivators across the Sixth Tail are watching in secret, eagerly waiting to see how this drama will unfold.

...

Meanwhile, on the busiest main street of the Sixth Tail, inside a three-story pharmacy called "Ten Thousand Elixirs Pavilion," a bronze incense burner softly emitted calming green smoke.

In the hall, a burly man wearing a bronze tiger-patterned mask sat silently on a rosewood chair, his rough fingers intermittently tapping the armrest.

Several young clerks occasionally glanced at this guest, but the oppressive aura he emitted frightened them into not daring to approach.

After about half a tea’s time, the beaded curtain of the inner chamber was lifted by a hand wearing a jade ring.

The shopkeeper, with a goatee, approached quickly with a flattering smile, holding a storage bag embroidered with gold thread in both hands.

"This esteemed guest has been waiting," the shopkeeper respectfully bowed, wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes, "as per your request, all the elixirs have been prepared, and we’ve also gifted you an extra bottle of top-grade Heart Nourishing Pill."

The man silently took the storage bag, a trace of Spiritual Power flickering at his fingertips as he probed.

After confirming everything was correct, he nodded slightly, placed a bag of Spirit Stones on the table, and rose to leave.

"Please wait, sir!" The shopkeeper stepped forward quickly after checking the storage bag, but the next moment felt as if he had plunged into an icy cavern.

The eyes beneath the man’s mask scanned coldly, and a pressure as scorching as magma descended, drenching the shopkeeper’s back with cold sweat.

"Please, calm down, senior!" The shopkeeper’s face turned pale as he hastily bowed, "I merely wanted to say that with your purchase, you’ve reached the level of a purple-gold VIP of our pavilion, and I wish to gift you a VIP token..."

"No need." The man’s voice was low and thunderous, and with the pressure withdrawn, he strode out of the pharmacy.

It wasn’t until the burly figure disappeared around the street corner that the shopkeeper exhaled deeply, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

"These old Spirit Severing Realm monsters..." the shopkeeper muttered under his breath but couldn’t help weighing the bag of Spirit Stones in his hand, a greedy smile appearing on his face, "Still so generous with their spending."

...

On the long street, the man appeared to be casually strolling but actually walked and stopped, twisting and turning.

He occasionally paused at a stall, yet all along kept his Divine Sense covering a radius of a hundred feet around him.

Only when the sun set behind the western mountains and he confirmed no one was tailing did he flash into an abandoned manor in the outer city.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, the carved wooden door of the main house long decayed.

The man navigated his way to the inner room, whispering, "Old Fourth."

"Creak—"

The dilapidated wooden door inside creaked open, and a pale middle-aged man walked out slowly.

His frame was frighteningly thin, with blue veins visible beneath nearly translucent skin, and each step seemed to expend all his strength.

This person was none other than Shen Juefeng, the Shen Family’s Fourth Master, supposedly beheaded by Bai Fengyin, the Vice Palace Master of Celestial Phoenix Palace, five years ago!

The man pulled off the mask, revealing the chiseled face of Shen Lieyang.

In a swift move, he supported the wobbling Shen Juefeng, a rare concern in his voice: "How’s your recovery today?"

Shen Juefeng couldn’t help but cough twice: "Better than yesterday... but the cracks in the Divine Soul..."

He gave a bitter smile, "It will take at least half a year to heal."

Hearing this, the pained expression in Shen Lieyang’s eyes deepened.

He gently patted Shen Juefeng’s shoulder, his voice hoarse: "That’s already impressive, no wonder you were once the Shen Family’s prodigy, able to escape with even a trace of soul from under the nose of a late-stage Supreme Realm master."

But Shen Juefeng shook his head slightly: "If you hadn’t first slain the two Spirit Severing Realm from the Yan Family, letting the battlefield be covered in lingering emotions, I wouldn’t have been able to seize the chaos and escape from under Bai Fengyin’s watchful eyes."

Upon hearing this, Shen Lieyang’s demeanor suddenly dimmed.

His clenched fists trembled slightly: "But everyone else is dead... Ultimately, we were outnumbered and outpowered. It’s my fault for letting you down, for letting Qingci down, for letting the entire Shen Family down!"

His eyes turned red, his voice choked with emotion.

Years of regret surged forth.

He never thought that Liu Rushuang, his bedmate of many years and the mother of his twin sons, could have secretly left a back door, breaching the Shen Family’s Clan Protection Array at the critical moment.

Even more unforeseen was that this betrayal would allow the Liu Family Patriarch to lead numerous experts straight in, catching everyone off guard, resulting in the tragic death of so many clan members...

Shen Juefeng looked at his once spirited Third Brother and sighed softly.

He reached out to pat Shen Lieyang’s shoulder in return: "It’s not entirely your fault. If blame must be assigned, then I am also culpable."

"I was the one who killed the Second Brother, killed the eldest sister-in-law, and Liu Rushuang, and severely injured your original body, which significantly weakened the Shen Family’s strength, giving the enemies an opportunity."

"Nonsense!" Shen Lieyang suddenly raised his voice, vigorously rubbing his reddened eyes, "Even without those incidents, how long could our Shen Family have held out against so many Supreme Realm joining forces?"

Shen Juefeng looked steadily at him: "If you can think this way, then why burden all the guilt on yourself?"

He paused, "Even without Liu Rushuang sabotaging the array, if they were determined to target us, they could have easily entered the Shen Family under the guise of a visit, and the result would be the same, wouldn’t it?"