451 Heaven's will is not in your hands

The young people behind him, some with thoughtful expressions, some with calm demeanor, and some with shining eyes, seemed to have heard something.

After all, these people were potential successors to the family, young talents. The surrounding aura was like a furnace, or a knife, or a sword.

Time passed both quickly and slowly. The crowd had been gathered for a long time, but the patriarch remained silent, seemingly waiting for something.

The head of the family, Fei Huixiang, remained silent, his eyes clear and focused, looking straight ahead without bias.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a young swordsman appeared out of thin air, with a long sword slung across his back, the blade hidden in an ancient scabbard. He had a cool and aloof look in his eyes and was extremely handsome.

An otherworldly aura appeared, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze. The younger generation, especially the many young women, couldn't help but cast their amazed glances at it.

He whispered, "Young Master Chen Si has emerged from seclusion."

The title of "Young Master" does not necessarily refer to the son of the clan head. There are many outstanding young talents in the clan. Every few years, the three most outstanding talents are selected to be called Young Masters, or only one or two can be selected to receive more resources.

They are also strong candidates for future positions such as family head and elders. As for dark horses, those who are old but vigorous and suddenly rise to prominence, there are countless examples throughout history. They have existed since ancient times, but those with exceptional talent and extraordinary gifts are difficult to overlook after layers of screening.

Young Master Chen Si possesses exceptional cultivation and talent, and harbors a deep hatred for evil. He is highly regarded within the Fei family. Furthermore, he is humble and kind, deeply loved by the young women of the clan.

Hearing the soft greeting, he glanced at the man and nodded slightly, then quickly went to the main hall. Standing a foot away from the patriarch, he said loudly, "I have not failed in my mission. Chen Si's trip yesterday has clarified the matter. Patriarch, please take a look."

He handed over a list of explanations. His gaze was level, his demeanor aloof and pure, like snow on a mountain peak, pristine and detached from worldly affairs. Yet, he seemed both within and beyond the world.

His white robe, like himself, flowed like the wind, making him seem like a celestial being in a secluded valley.

Although Fei Huixiang was somewhat certain in her heart, she opened the door as usual. Among the people present, some had normal expressions, some had curious expressions, and some had some speculations.

The old man in the long robe, with his jet-black hair and ruddy, youthful face, exuded a calm aura. He raised his eyes and quietly observed, a hint of eagerness in his gaze as he tried to find out what was going on.

Fei Huixiang carefully examined the document in his hand, his eyes flashing with various changes. In a moment, he sighed softly, feeling regret, resentment, and decisiveness.

Please deliver the memorial to the nearest old woman. The old woman carefully opened it, and after a moment, her eyes were instantly filled with disbelief and hatred.

The head of the Fei family stared directly at the young elder, and said in a deep, unhurried voice, "Eighth Elder, what is your explanation?"

Their eyes met, and those around the Eighth Elder involuntarily stepped back, instantly creating a tense atmosphere.

An inexplicable pressure slowly rose in the air, as if two different winds were colliding with each other, with a force as heavy as a thousand pounds, like a storm, ready to be unleashed, and the surrounding area immediately began to howl involuntarily.

The Eighth Elder, his gaze calm, leaned back in his simple red chair and said softly, seemingly puzzled, "What does the Patriarch mean? I don't know. I've never done anything to wrong the family."

The head of the Fei family looked at the young man's face with a cold gaze and a clear understanding in his eyes. He said sternly, "Although Xiaomiao Town is remote, since you are willing to belong to my Fei family, you are naturally a member of the Fei family."

Moreover, ancestral teachings state that those who collude with evil spirits are guilty of unforgivable crimes.

Will you end it yourself, or...?

The old man suddenly stood up, his aura involuntarily surged, his eyes gradually turned red, and an invisible aura suddenly rose, instantly reaching the peak of the Martial King realm.

He chuckled softly, "Look, look, everyone, look, I was wrong."

Chaos is approaching, and this is how we should act. Only by strengthening our cultivation can we protect our people. Other irrelevant individuals can be discarded at any time.

Looking at the other elders, some of them had already quickly browsed through the contents of the memorial within the allotted time.

With a quick report from someone nearby, they learned the general situation. Xiaomiao Town, though called a town, was something they had heard of before. It used to be just a large village, mostly inhabited by hunters from remote areas. Xiaomiao Village was neither the first nor the last town like this.

Later, the Fei family gathered them together and they engaged in farming, but due to the surrounding soil conditions, crop yields were always low and output was poor, although they did occasionally catch some prey.

In the past six months, since the Eighth Elder's subordinates took over the management of Xiaomiao Town, very few people from Xiaomiao Town have come to the county town to conduct business.

Especially the people from Xiaomiao Village, who have hardly come to trade in the past two months.

It's quite common for villages not to engage in trade, but it's rare for them to remain silent for such a long period.

Some commonly used salts are not available in Xiaomiao Town, so how the clan chief discovered them is unknown to everyone, but that's not the focus at the moment.

The head of the Fei family remained unmoved and said in a deep voice, "The facts are clear. The Eighth Elder, for his own selfish reasons, privately refined pills, causing the near-total destruction of Xiaomiao Town. This crime deserves to be punished."

Will you surrender, or will we capture you?

In the Eighth Elder's eyes, the red veins increased, and his gaze became increasingly terrifying, as if he were looking at delicious prey.

A deep, hissing voice said, "Why? Why do you have so many elixirs at your disposal, while I, managing such a vast enterprise, can only contribute these to you?"

I also want immortality, I also want to break through. Now I am the Martial King, and the future Martial Emperor is within my reach. Isn't this making a great contribution to the family?

Tell me, what's wrong with this?

Looking around at the many elders who were not exceptionally talented either, and seeing that they were in the same position, didn't they have any thoughts?

The old woman who had just stood up angrily cursed, "Eighth Brother, you are truly shameless! Without the family, you wouldn't have achieved your current level of cultivation; without the family, you wouldn't have obtained so many resources; without the family, no matter how talented you are, you would just be an ordinary person."

Then, with a heavy heart, he said, "Eighth Brother, at your age, you should be raising your children properly. You should be content, accumulate wealth, and prepare for the future..."

Suddenly he stopped talking and remained silent.

The others also looked grim. One white-bearded old man, dressed in a simple and elegant manner, angrily cursed, "Being afraid of death is being afraid of death. There are no excuses."

I was wondering why you've been appearing and disappearing so mysteriously lately, explaining things in such a profound yet simple way. I thought you were diligently cultivating your skills and would make breakthroughs even in your old age. I never expected you to be thinking of taking shortcuts. If that were possible, do you think I could still have you?

You're such a pig, you're so brainless.