“The Feng family actually possesses half a jin of sixth-grade spirit stones!” Zhou Moyi’s heart jolted fiercely, no wonder the Feng and Chen families had been making bold moves lately, could it be because of these half a jin of sixth-grade spirit stones?
Had that old monster from the Feng family broken through to a level rivalling Empress Meng Xi’s strength?
At this thought, Zhou Moyi’s eyes flashed with shock and a chilling glint, an uneasy feeling creeping into his chest.
The crowd also stirred in surprise, sixth-grade spirit stones were treasures even Martial Venerables would fight tooth and nail for, they all understood the sheer weight of half a jin of such stones!
Seeing the shifts on Empress Meng Xi, Zhou Moyi, and the others’ faces, Feng Youyu’s brows knitted, the Feng family had indeed acquired a fair amount of sixth-grade spirit stones, greatly boosting their power, she herself had relied on some to break through a cultivation tier.
Yet she didn’t know their source, only hearing from Feng Lanyue that they were a fortunate find in the mountains.
And from Feng Lanyue’s account, it wasn’t half a jin.
Now, hearing Lin Xiao’s words and watching him charge alone into the Feng family, it seemed there might be truth to it.
Great Elder Yan Yitian of the Tianxuan Sect felt his forehead twitch, half a jin of sixth-grade spirit stones—why had he never heard of this?
“Utter nonsense!” Chen Yan’s face flared with anger, he snorted coldly, “Hmph, just an outcast from the sect, Lin Xiao, do you think spouting rubbish here will make anyone believe you?”
Beside him, Feng Lanyue’s eyes glinted with shrewd malice, she spoke icily, “A mere ant, how could you possess sixth-grade spirit stones? Even if you did, why would the two of us bother framing you, the truth of your words is plain to see!”
At that, the stunned crowd snapped back, Feng Lanyue’s logic held, how could a lowly ant like him possess treasures that moved even Martial Venerables?
And as she’d said, even if he had them, why would she and Chen Yan need to frame him—wouldn’t they just take them outright?
“Lin Xiao, I know you admire me, but though we’ve met a few times, there’s never been anything between us, to pester me like this, you’re utterly shameless,” Feng Lanyue pressed on.
She was clever, her words deftly redirecting the crowd’s focus.
Those unaware began to speculate, this sudden youth must be an obsessive admirer of Feng Lanyue, here to disrupt the wedding.
But seasoned veterans weren’t swayed by her rhetoric.
Hearing her, Chen Yan’s face flickered with cunning, he sneered, “A mere ant, still not giving up, daring to crash my wedding, Lin Xiao, you’ve got some nerve!”
A frigid, potent aura radiated from him, faintly exuding a strongman’s dignity.
“For the Feng family to make such bold moves, this matter of sixth-grade spirit stones must be clear to everyone here,” Lin Xiao remained unruffled by their words, unshaken by Chen Yan’s presence, his face calm and steady, his single sentence pulling the crowd back.
His calm retort was sharp, the Feng and Chen families’ recent actions were indeed odd, baffling many.
The only plausible explanation was this.
“As for admiring you, do you think someone who’s seen your cunning, sinister side would still admire you?” Gazing straight at Feng Lanyue, Lin Xiao gave a cold laugh.
Her eyes narrowed.
“She’s indeed sinister!” Nearby, Feng Huo muttered inwardly, at such a young age, Feng Lanyue’s deeds were chilling, within the Feng family, perhaps only she truly grasped it.
“You and I both know the truth, no one here’s a fool, right and wrong need no elaboration,” Lin Xiao locked eyes with Feng Lanyue and Chen Yan, his tone sharpening:
“Chen Yan, Feng Lanyue, you nearly killed me, now, I, Lin Xiao, formally challenge you both, one against two, a fight to the death—do you dare?”
His voice thundered across the plaza, reverberating, stirring souls.
A youth, before the Feng and Chen families, before all witnesses, called out two of Lanlan Empire’s peerless geniuses, challenging them to a dual death match, “Do you dare?”—such boldness, such grandeur!
In that instant, everyone present was stunned.
“He dares challenge Chen Yan and Feng Lanyue, one against two in a death match, has he lost his mind?” Someone snapped back, voicing disbelief, doubting Lin Xiao’s capability.
“Right, he’s so young, how strong could he be? Chen Yan’s at Heavenly Martial Fifth Tier with a Dantian anomaly, mouthing off like this is just suicide,” another chimed in.
The Feng and Chen families’ members recovered, Chen Tong from the Chen crowd bellowed at Lin Xiao, “Who do you think you are, worthy of comparing to Big Brother Chen Yan?”
“Exactly, a nobody daring to challenge our young master, you think this is a market square?” A Feng youth cursed, his tone thick with menace.
“Daring to disrupt the wedding, get out of the Feng family!”
“Courting death, I could cripple you without the young master lifting a finger!”
The families’ youths jeered, some itching to act.
“Silence!” But then, Feng Youyu’s voice rang out, her commanding presence halting all noise.
Frowning at Lin Xiao, she spoke, “Lin Xiao, I don’t care what happened between you and them, today is their wedding, leave now, and we won’t pursue this.”
The crowd blinked, puzzled—why would the Feng family head say this? Someone challenging their honour, and they’d let it slide?
Since when was the Feng family so lenient?
Chen Wendao’s brows creased, this wasn’t their usual style.
“Family Head, just let this brat go?” Feng Ziyang’s face showed disbelief, but Feng Youyu waved him off, her expression darkening, he wisely shut up.
“Should I thank you?” Lin Xiao’s tone carried mockery and scorn, ignoring Feng Youyu’s look, his sharp gaze swept to Chen Yan and Feng Lanyue.
“What, you so-called geniuses, don’t dare face me together?” His voice was icy.
Their expressions chilled, a hint of killing intent surfacing.
“Hahaha, Master Feng, Master Chen, since this lad’s so persistent, why not indulge him? It’s your nephews’ big day, let them show off a bit, display their flair!” Zhou Moyi laughed, arms crossed, relishing the chaos.
“Indeed, we can’t let folks think your nephews are outmatched, too scared to fight,” the usually taciturn Empress Meng Xi drawled, clearly enjoying the spectacle.
Both sides’ onlookers shared the glee.
Already irked by the Feng-Chen alliance, they welcomed someone stirring trouble.
“Those old foxes!” Chen Wendao’s brows furrowed, he muttered a curse, knowing they aimed to embarrass both families.
“Lin Xiao, you can’t win, this is your last chance—leave now!” Feng Youyu’s frown deepened.
“No need,” Lin Xiao shook his head, staring at the pair, “One word—dare, or not?”
