Chapter 66: Have Him Come See Me

Inside the main hall of the An family estate, a heavy, oppressive atmosphere made everyone's expressions extremely grim.

An Xuan, the second-in-command of the An family, sat in the grand armchair at the center of the hall, dressed in a black Tang suit. His face was stern and exceptionally gloomy, and he remained silent.

Standing before him were numerous members of the An family. There were hundreds of martial artists at the Postnatal, Innate, and Grandmaster realms. Each of them emitted a steady, lingering aura and a sharp presence.

These individuals formed the foundation of the An family, the most elite force under their command. They were the very reason the An family could establish itself as one of the six major clans in Wushi. Such a formidable force could command absolute awe anywhere in the world.

Yet, at this moment, these powerful martial artists wore expressions of grief and rage. Laid out before them was a corpse that had long since grown cold. It belonged to An Benyue.

An Benyue lay stiffly on the ground, his skin deathly pale, his face bearing a bizarre, bruised purple hue. His body was somewhat bloated, and the blood on him had dried completely, making his appearance thoroughly wretched.

His uncle, An Zhicheng, stared at his nephew's tragic remains and clenched his fists tightly. He had gone out specifically to help An Benyue, yet he had only managed to bring back a corpse.

"Uncle, I was wrong. I will change, take me home..."

An Benyue's pleading before his death still echoed in An Zhicheng's ears, sending waves of sharp pain through his heart. As an elder, he had practically watched An Benyue grow up. Because he had dedicated himself entirely to martial arts, An Zhicheng had never married or had children of his own. Although An Benyue was his eldest brother's son, An Zhicheng's affection for him clearly transcended the usual boundaries of an uncle-nephew relationship.

However, forced by circumstances, the Wu family members had stepped in and killed him. An Zhicheng had witnessed An Benyue's death with his own eyes, yet he had not dared to step forward and stop them.

This was indeed an immense humiliation and disgrace. Yet the An family harbored no hatred toward the Wu family; even if Wu Ming had not made a move, An Zhicheng would have had to do it himself. For An Zhicheng, that would have brought even greater humiliation and despair.

A member of the An family stepped forward and said, "Second Master, we cannot let this matter rest. The Fourth Young Master died such a miserable death at the hands of that person."

"That's right! This is an unprecedented, ultimate humiliation for our An family. As one of the six major clans of Wushi, when has our An family ever been bullied in such a disgraceful manner?"

"If we do not avenge this, what face will our An family have left to stand in Wushi?"

Filled with righteous indignation, the An family martial artists eagerly volunteered one after another, demanding to fight Li Moxuan to the death.

An Xuan's face was as calm as still water, his deep eyes harboring lethal intent. However, as the younger brother of the An family head, An Lan, he had to take charge of the overall situation while An Lan was in secluded cultivation.

"Shut your mouths, all of you! Even if every single one of you rushed in together, you wouldn't be enough to satisfy that Grandmaster's appetite."

At these words, the An family martial artists instantly fell silent. They clenched their fists tightly, their faces filled with unresigned frustration. Yet, they were utterly helpless.

That was a Grandmaster. No matter how fierce your words, if your fists weren't hard enough, it was all just a joke.

An elder of the An family, with a white beard and hair, spoke up, "An Xuan, if worst comes to worst, we must wake the Family Head."

An Xuan slowly shook his head. "Right now, Eldest Brother is at the critical juncture of breaking through to the Grandmaster realm. Disturbing his breakthrough won't solve the problem, even if we wake him. If Eldest Brother can successfully break through to the Grandmaster realm, perhaps there will still be a turning point."

The An family elders understood the gravity of the situation and, with heavy sighs, nodded in agreement.

One of the elders said, "Not only that, but I heard that Gu Lang, the direct descendant of the Gu family in Yuncheng, has arrived in Wushi. Lin Mofei has arranged for him to stay at the Wushi Grand Hotel. Once the Lin family forms alliances, it will spell utter disaster for the Wu family, and we are in the same boat as the Wu family."

"If the Wu family falls, we will be next. We cannot stand idly by and watch this happen."

An Xuan nodded. "Indeed. But Wushi has been turbulent lately, and the Lin family is constantly on guard against us, eyeing us like tigers eyeing their prey. We must not be careless."

"We need only wait until Eldest Brother emerges from secluded cultivation. Whether it's that Li Moxuan or the Lin family, not a single one will be spared. When that time comes, every ounce of humiliation we have suffered will be settled in full!"

An Xuan's face turned gloomy as he gripped his fists so hard his knuckles turned white. The murderous aura in his eyes was terrifyingly intense.

...

Wushi Martial Arts Alliance Building.

A cold-faced man dressed entirely in black stood before a window, gazing down at the ant-like stream of traffic below. This man was Di Wei, the leader of the Wushi branch of the Martial Arts Alliance and the sole Grandmaster-realm martial artist in Wushi.

Standing behind him were two martial artists. One was Vice Alliance Leader Tang Hao, who had once crossed paths with Li Moxuan. The other was An Zhicheng, who had rushed over to report the situation immediately after the An family assembly. To exact vengeance for Li Moxuan, An Zhicheng was sparing no effort.

With a cold expression, Di Wei asked, "Are you saying that a Grandmaster martial artist suddenly appeared in Wushi, possesses formidable strength, and is even colluding with Blood Demons to ravage the common people?"

An Zhicheng nodded. "Precisely. This person acts willfully and arrogantly. He shows no regard for the six major clans of Wushi, nor even for our Martial Alliance. He is a bloodthirsty butcher who tramples on human lives."

Driven by his hatred over An Benyue's death, An Zhicheng did everything he could to smear Li Moxuan.

Tang Hao chimed in, "That's right, Alliance Leader. This person is disrupting the order of Wushi, and it seems he has also wiped out quite a few members of the raging Wind Hall."

"However, his identity is mysterious, as if he appeared out of thin air. If we allow him to continue like this, Wushi is bound to descend into chaos."

"Wushi was originally balanced among the Three Sects and Six Clans, with major underground forces maintaining order. Now, with the appearance of this person, the original equilibrium has been shattered, which will likely bring about massive turmoil."

Di Wei stroked his chin, falling into deep thought. "What is this person's background?"

"Alas, we haven't uncovered much of significance. His name is Li Moxuan. He lives in Taohua Village and grew up there since childhood. Six years ago, he studied at Wushi University. Originally just an ordinary college student, he suddenly went missing and his whereabouts became unknown."

"In their search for him, his parents died in a car accident. He also has a younger sister currently studying at Wushi University. As for other records, they are virtually blank."

"Three years ago, he was sent to the Fenghuang Women's Prison and was only recently released. As for anything else, no matter what connections we mobilize, we cannot find the slightest trace."

Di Wei frowned. "Fenghuang Women's Prison? That means three years are still unaccounted for? Could it be that he was taken in by one of those secluded sects?"

Tang Hao nodded. "I'm afraid that's the only explanation!"

Di Wei gave a faint smile. "This kid sounds rather interesting."

"Summon him here. I want to see him!"

A troubled look appeared on Tang Hao's face. "What if he refuses to come?"

"Hmph... Does he dare?" Di Wei replied imperiously.

Tang Hao and An Zhicheng wore expressions of deep reverence. That was the Alliance Leader for you! Even other Grandmaster martial artists were nothing in the eyes of the Alliance Leader.

...

Leaving Wushi University, Li Moxuan headed to a traditional medicine store. He intended to treat Xiao Xiao tomorrow.

With Li Moxuan's medical skills, any bizarre illness could be cured effortlessly. However, to prevent any minor accidents, some preparations were still necessary.

In the past, whenever Li Moxuan practiced the Thirteen Immortal Gates Needles, he always used golden needles. His medical skills had been imparted by his third master, Daoist Yunhua, and those golden needles had even been refined by Yunhua into artifacts of sorts.

However, considering that the golden needles possessed overwhelming power and Xiao Xiao's body had been weakened beyond measure by years of torment from her illness, she would likely be unable to withstand such massive spiritual energy. Therefore, Li Moxuan planned to purchase a set of silver needles instead.

The Thirteen Immortal Gates Needles that Li Moxuan practiced were a medical secret technique long lost to the cultivation world. It was said to have been realized and comprehended by an ancient medical sage who grasped the ultimate mysteries of the human body.

By channeling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body, guiding it through the three hundred and sixty-two acupuncture points to form specialized spiritual energy pathways, and utilizing different methods of energy circulation, it mirrored the circulation of a cultivator's cultivation technique.

It could not only stop bleeding, relieve pain, and clear meridians, but also bring the dead back to life, pulling those at the brink of death back from the grave. It was a genuine celestial art.

Yet ordinary people worshipped Western medicine as a classic of science and completely denied the existence of human acupuncture points. They even branded it as feudal superstition and, driven by profit, tried every possible means to suppress Traditional Chinese Medicine. The masses, foolish and gullible, listened to rumors and believed them entirely.

At this thought, Li Moxuan could not help but shake his head in resignation. People had failed to comprehend even a fraction of what their ancestors had left behind.

After simply purchasing a set of silver needles, Li Moxuan left the apothecary. He had originally planned to invite Li Moling out for a meal, but as soon as he took out his phone, a call came in. It was Bei Hong, the second master of the Raging Wind Hall.

"Master, it's me, Bei Hong."

"Oh... What is it?" Li Moxuan asked, slightly puzzled as to why Bei Hong was calling him.

"Master, as per your previous command to investigate the spirit bullets, we now have news."

"Good, I'm coming over right now!"

A sharp glint flashed in Li Moxuan's eyes. Having subordinates was truly convenient; things got done without him having to exert any effort. Finding out about the spirit bullets so quickly meant more spiritual stones for him. The more, the better!