Chapter 522 - 522: Martial Arts Hidden Dragon List

The members of the Sun Family prostrated themselves on the ground, scarcely daring to breathe.

They all understood that Sun Jiaping was the patriarch's most beloved grandson. Now that he had been murdered, the old man was bound to erupt in fury.

"Shihai, Jiaping was murdered. You have gravely failed in your duty as his father!" Sun Zhen trembled with rage.

"Father, I am heartbroken as well," Sun Shihai sobbed, a mess of snot and tears as he slammed his forehead hard against the ground.

Sun Zhen showed him no pity, letting him continue to strike his head on the floor.

"When your younger brother found me, he told me that the woman from that pair of scoundrels came to our Sun Family to stir up trouble, killing seven direct members of our clan. She even boasted that she would pay us another visit in seven days. Tomorrow is the appointed day, is it not?" Sun Zhen's face was a deathly mask.

"Yes, yes, that's exactly what happened."

Sun Shihai raised his head, his face now covered in blood. "Father, tomorrow is the appointed day. Thankfully, you've returned. Otherwise, I... I truly wouldn't know what to do."

"From your tone, it sounds like something else has happened," Sun Zhen said, his toes tapping lightly as he floated down to the floor.

A gentle wave of energy lifted Sun Shihai to his feet.

"Father, the woman... she's from the Black Cloak." Sun Shihai felt his heart sink.

"The Black Cloak?"

Sun Zhen's expression shifted when he heard those two words. "Our Sun Family has never had any grievances with the Black Cloak. Why would they kill Jiaping? Are you certain she's one of them?"

"Father, the woman is Leng Ning. There's no doubt about it."

Sun Shihai quickly explained, "As for the man, Jiang Xinghai, he's known as a Divine Doctor. Right now, he's only a strong suspect. We can't be certain..."

"Forget Leng Ning for now!"

Sun Zhen was also wary of the Black Cloak. "And this Divine Doctor Jiang? Bullshit! If he's a strong suspect, we move at dawn tomorrow. Capture everyone connected to him and bring them all back here."

"Father, I've considered that. But what if the Black Cloak member, Leng Ning, interferes? We..." This was the thorniest problem Sun Shihai faced.

"If the Black Cloak insists on interfering, the Sun Family will not be intimidated!"

Sun Zhen suddenly strode toward the main hall. "However, I believe Leng Ning is merely an insignificant member of the Black Cloak. She's hardly important enough for their leadership to value, wouldn't you agree?"

"But... what if?" Sun Shihai asked, hastening to keep up.

"What if...? HAHAHA!"

Sun Zhen threw his head back and roared with laughter. "I have just killed the 43rd-ranked master on the Hidden Dragon List! With my name, Sun Zhen, the Black Cloak will surely show me some respect. Why would they choose to make an enemy of the Sun Family over one insignificant member?"

"Congratulations, Father! My sincerest congratulations!"

Sun Shihai was overjoyed. To be ranked 43rd on the Hidden Dragon List meant that person was an expert at the Middle Stage of the Celestial Destiny Realm, at the very least!

His father's cultivation had grown even more profound!

"Brother, Father was only revealing the Middle Stage of the Celestial Destiny Realm back then, if you catch my drift," Sun Shijie said, shooting Sun Shihai a meaningful look.

Sun Shihai gasped, so excited he could have screamed.

'No wonder Father's presence has felt so unfathomable since he returned,' he thought. 'His power is truly terrifying!'

"Shihai, prepare the incense and offerings. First, we will go to the cemetery to visit Jiaping's grave."

Sun Zhen paused at the doorway for a moment before turning to leave.

Sun Shihai immediately set about the preparations, ordering the clan to prepare a feast to welcome his father upon their return from the cemetery.

「Shanhe International Airport.」

In the airport's spacious arrivals hall.

A woman in a black, off-the-shoulder dress appeared. Her beautiful eyes shimmered with a profound light, as if they could pierce to the very depths of a person's soul. The light fabric of her skirt swayed gracefully with each step, painting an elegant picture in motion.

Her chest-length, wavy hair was complemented by perfectly shaped French bangs, making her delicate face look even more exquisite.

Soon, she came to a stop in a prominent spot, standing quietly.

The curves of her body were elegant, like a masterfully carved jade sculpture, exuding an alluring charm.

Passersby couldn't help but be drawn to her, as if she were a queen of the night, radiant and peerless.

Just then, an announcement for an arriving flight echoed through the airport.

Instantly, the crowd in the hall began to stir, and travelers poured from the exit, dragging suitcases behind them.

Then, a man with sharp, defined features entered her line of sight.

He carried a shoulder bag, a faint smile on his handsome face. It was none other than Jiang Xinghai, returning from Yun Province.

He, too, noticed the breathtakingly beautiful woman standing quietly by the arrivals gate. For a brief moment, their eyes met.

'If beauty were on a scale of one to ten, she'd be a nine-point-five, easy,' he thought.

'The only perfect woman, Shen Lingxue, was a nine-point-nine.'

And so, he gave her only a passing glance before continuing on his way, shoulder bag in hand.

"Little Chef?"

The beautiful woman had caught the appraising glint in his eyes and hadn't intended to be the one to speak first.

But remembering her mission, she had turned with a captivating smile toward Jiang Xinghai's retreating back.