Chapter 59 A Wrongful Accusation:

That talk of taking things is utter nonsense!

If the Shen family had something valuable that they wanted Rong Xie to travel a long way to get, it was obviously a trap. Rong Xie foolishly went, which was just like offering himself up to be tormented.

Shen Bingsi immediately became anxious upon hearing this reason.

He summoned the Victorious Evil Sword and flew towards Shenjiazhuang in Heyang County.

Just as they flew past the main peak of the Spirit Mirror Sect, they were intercepted by a beam of azure light. Shen Bingsi looked closely and exclaimed, "Elder Yunfeng?"

"Oh, I'm not seeing things, am I? Isn't this Sword Saint Shen?" Elder Yunfeng was still holding a grudge against him for not saying a word when he went into seclusion and for letting the matter pass by with a dark face, and said sarcastically.

"...Elder Yunfeng, I still have to travel. Let's talk another day." Shen Bingsi drew her sword and prepared to leave.

Elder Yunfeng used a spell to pull Shen Bingsi off the flying sword: "Don't go, why did you come out so quickly? Did you go back to the manor?"

"I'm going back!" Shen Bingsi broke free from Elder Yunfeng's grasp and was about to leave when she suddenly realized something. "Why did you ask that?"

"Your young friend came looking for me," Elder Yunfeng pondered. "Was it a month ago, or half a month ago...?"

"What does he want with you?" Shen Bingsi stopped and stared intently at Elder Yunfeng.

"Since they couldn't find you, they came to me. I told them you need to go into seclusion for at least three to five years..." Elder Yunfeng stroked his beard, noticing Shen Bingsi staring at him with an unfriendly expression. "You think three to five years is too short? You and Xue Baoshan are practically preparing to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm inside..."

Before she could finish speaking, a golden light shot out, and Shen Bingsi had vanished without a trace.

"Tsk." Elder Yunfeng shook his head. "Impatient. Are all cultivators of the Ruthless Path this emotional these days?"

Shen Bingsi rode her sword and broke through the night sky, rushing towards Shen Family Village at top speed.

Even at top speed, the actual distance to Shenjiazhuang remains a definite reality.

Under the dark night sky, the more Shen Bingsi imagined, the more irritable she became.

Half an hour later, the flying sword fell to the ground like a meteor, crashing with a "boom" onto the main street in front of the Shen family manor. It smashed a large crater in the stone pavement, and dust and gravel flew everywhere. Fortunately, there was no one on the road at night. However, the two gatekeepers were so frightened that they fell to the ground, calling out for their parents.

Shen Bingsi emerged from the smoke and dust, sword in hand, kicked open the gate of the Shen family manor, and walked straight into the main hall.

In the main hall, Uncle Shen was supervising the servants as they inventoried household registration documents, while Steward Shen muttered to himself beside him.

"Second Master, are we really going to organize the household registration documents for that Rong fellow? Are we just going to watch him do as he pleases?"

Uncle Shen glanced at Steward Shen and picked at his ear with obvious displeasure: "What else can we do? Who can overturn the old master's decision? Why don't you go and talk to the old master?"

"Who would dare?" Butler Shen said with a forced smile. "I just don't want that guy surnamed Rong to move out so easily. He didn't give us any benefits when he moved in, and he's been occupying one of our spots for so long. Now that he wants to leave, he should at least pay back the head tax and document storage fees we've paid for him over the years."

After thinking it over, Uncle Shen seemed to agree: "What you said makes sense, but how much should we ask for?"

Steward Shen stroked his short beard, thinking of the extravagance of Huanxue Manor and how much profit Rong Xie had made by managing this lucrative position for so long. He felt an overwhelming jealousy: "Three thousand taels, no, five thousand taels! At least five thousand taels of silver!"

Upon hearing this, Uncle Shen was startled: "Are you crazy? Five thousand taels of silver? That's enough to buy our Shen Family Village several times over!"

"Second Master, you've never been to Huanxue Manor, so you don't know what kind of life they lead. That Rong fellow squeezed five thousand taels out of our Second Young Master—that's an understatement!"

Before Butler Shen could finish speaking, the doors and windows of the main hall were suddenly flung open, and a biting night wind rushed into the room, blowing the pages on the desk into the air.

"Hey! What's going on? Who closed these doors and windows? They opened with a gust of wind!"

Uncle Shen stopped mid-sentence and looked toward the door.

Butler Shen initially stared at the door as if it were a ghost, his arrogant demeanor vanishing instantly, and he secretly moved behind Uncle Shen.

Outside the threshold, a fierce wind whipped at the clothes and hair of the person who had just come from an extremely cold place. Ice shards still clung to their hair and clothes, falling off with each movement. The person's face was extremely cold and gloomy, like a thousand-year-old ice scooped from a frozen lake, faintly tinged with a bluish aura. Having flown for a long time in the frigid wind, their eyes, which had been strained by night vision, were now bloodshot. At first glance, they looked like a demon from hell, their eyes bloodshot as they stared at the two people in the hall.

"Bing, Bing Si?" Uncle Shen called tentatively, "Why are you back at this time?"

Shen Bingsi strode towards the desk, stretched out his hand, and the household registration documents flying around in the air were in his hand. He read them as he walked, and by the time he reached the desk, he had finished reading them and slammed them down on the table.

The name Rong Xie could be faintly seen between his fingers.

"Why didn't they just send someone to inform us..."

Uncle Shen was still rambling on when Shen Bingsi interrupted him, "Where is Rong Xie?"

"Bing Si, you..." Uncle Shen was a little annoyed, "How dare you talk to your uncle like that?"

"Where is Rong Xie?" Shen Bingsi's voice turned even colder. He had always disdained using spiritual power to threaten ordinary people, but he couldn't care less at this moment. As soon as he unleashed his spiritual pressure, Uncle Shen couldn't help but shiver.

"Rong-ge'er is resting in the guest room on the west side," Butler Shen said, his back drenched in cold sweat.

Shen Bingsi heard the answer he wanted, but he didn't leave. He lifted his eyelids and looked at Butler Shen.

Butler Shen's heart clenched as he felt an invisible force pull him away from behind Uncle Shen. His feet left the ground, and he involuntarily fell towards Shen Bingsi. He struggled to get up, but Shen Bingsi grabbed his shirt and dragged him in front of her.

"Five thousand taels of silver, huh?" Shen Bingsi approached Steward Shen. "Steward, you're really asking for an exorbitant amount!"

"Second Young Master, this old servant... this old servant didn't mean that!" Steward Shen felt his collar tightening, and he could hardly breathe. He pleaded for mercy repeatedly.

"That's not what I meant?" Shen Bingsi sneered. "You don't know how much five thousand taels of silver is, do you? Even if you sold him, he wouldn't be able to come up with that amount. As for you, what good things will you use to coerce him back? Let me see how he listens to you but not me."

As she spoke, Shen Bingsi held up the household registration document in front of Steward Shen, "Read it aloud."

Steward Shen, his tongue lolling out from the strain, dared not disobey Shen Bingsi's orders and read aloud: "Household registration certificate, Shen family of Shenjiazhuang, Heyang County..."

After listening to a couple of sentences, Shen Bingsi slammed the household registration document onto the table with a "bang," causing even Uncle Shen Er, who was standing by the table, to be startled and fall back into his armchair.

"Is this it? Your new idea? To remove Rong Xie from the Shen family register? If you want to keep your name, you'll have to give us five thousand taels of silver?"

The room was deathly silent.

Butler Shen stared wide-eyed at Shen Bingsi in shock, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly.

Uncle Shen was also confused: "Bing Si, are you sure you're not mistaken..."

"Hmph, you think I'm mistaken? I heard you plotting against Rong Xie with my own ears. Do you think my ears are wrong?" Shen Bingsi sneered. "Second Uncle, I won't hold it against you now, but if I find out that you were the one who instigated things in front of the Old Master, I won't care about seniority or hierarchy. You're bullying Rong Xie, which is bullying me. Don't blame me for turning my back on you!"

"Bing Si, it really wasn't our intention. The matter of moving out of the household registration was Rong's doing—"

However, Shen Bingsi was too lazy to listen to their nonsense. She grabbed the head steward by the collar and dragged him out, saying, "I'll take this person with me first. If Rong Xie is unharmed, that's fine. But if Rong Xie gets even a scratch, I'll break one of his legs to teach him a lesson. Second Uncle, you'd better watch yourself."

With that, Shen Bingsi dragged the head steward away, leaving Uncle Shen dumbfounded.

Shen Bingsi had not returned to Shen Family Village for many years and was momentarily disoriented. Fortunately, the road was full of servants running around, and he asked one of them to lead the way. When they arrived at the door of the west guest room, the room was dark and obviously unoccupied.

Shen Bingsi raised her hand and threw the head butler against the door, telling him to go knock on the door.

Steward Shen was so frightened that he was scared out of his wits. He couldn't stand up and just lay there scratching at the door, calling out "Brother Rong" repeatedly. He only had one thing on his mind: Rong Xie had to stand up for him.

Butler Shen had held his position in the Shen family for so many years, and he was the only one who framed others, never the other way around. This was the first time he had been so wronged, and the bitterness in his heart felt like it was corroding his internal organs. He wanted to open his mouth to defend himself, but he didn't know where to begin.

"Rong-ge'er, I'm innocent!" Butler Shen cried, wiping away tears as he scratched at the door. "Rong-ge'er, I didn't kick you out! I'm innocent!"

However, this simple cry for justice did not attract Shen Bingsi's attention. He directly spread his spiritual sense and searched for Rong Xie throughout the entire Shen family manor.

Soon, he found Rong Xie in a secluded corner of the garden, with an unfamiliar Foundation Establishment cultivator beside him.

Shen Bingsi breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from his spiritual energy state, Rong Xie should not have suffered any damage. He walked quickly towards the garden, and in a flash, he disappeared into the corridor leading from the west guest room to the garden.

When he reappeared, Shen Bingsi was already in the garden. He strode towards the white figure by the rockery: "Rong'er, are you alright!"

Rong Xie looked somewhat troubled, but his blood and energy were abundant, and he didn't seem to be bullied.

Seeing that Rong Xie was safe and sound, Shen Bingsi was finally relieved. However, when he thought of what he had heard in the main hall, and how even when he was in seclusion cultivating, Old Master Shen had been instigated to expel Rong Xie from the Shen family, his anger was hard to quell.

He grabbed Rong Xie's hand and held it tightly: "Rong'er, let's go."

But it wouldn't budge.

Shen Bingsi turned around unexpectedly and looked at Rong Xie.

My best friend still had that troubled and helpless look on his face: "Where to?"

"Go home," Shen Bingsi said. "Go back to Huanxue Manor. No one can kick you out. If the Shen family tries to cause you trouble again, just ignore them."

Rong Xie's brows relaxed slightly, and his eyes revealed a dreamlike expression: "Really? I can go back to Huanxue Manor?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Bingsi was initially puzzled. Then, he realized something, and various thoughts about the Southern Island flashed through his mind. His expression stiffened, and he slowly loosened his grip on Rong Xie's hand.

Rong Xie lowered his eyes and pulled his hand away from Shen Bingsi's.

The next moment, Shen Bingsi grabbed his hand again and held it tightly: "You can go back."

He said through gritted teeth, "As long as you give up that stupid idea, we can pretend nothing happened."