Chapter 154 You're done for...

Hearing the miserable screams coming from inside, Xing Lingzi’s expression grew even gloomier, his face darkening to the absolute extreme.

He strode purposefully inward, for as the ancestor of his clan, he was most familiar with the place where his family held prisoners.

At this moment, upon hearing Ye Jiuyao’s cries of agony, how could he possibly remain calm? Meanwhile, Xing Hui’s legs were trembling as he prayed in his heart that those few fools hadn’t resorted to torture; otherwise, his tenure as clan patriarch was effectively over.

"Bastards! Who gave you permission to bind him? Are you courting death?!"

Before Xing Lingzi had even arrived, his voice exploded like a thunderclap. The people inside the dungeon looked at each other in dismay, wondering who could possibly be so audacious.

"An... Ancestor?!"

The members of the Star Clan guarding the dungeon watched Xing Lingzi arrive, their complexions instantly turning ashen.

"Hmph! Where is the young man you imprisoned?!"

Xing Lingzi grabbed a middle-aged man by the collar, glaring at him with a fierce and menacing expression as he barked the question.

The middle-aged man turned deathly pale and, trembling all over, pointed toward the depths of the dungeon. Radiating a murderous intent, Xing Lingzi strode quickly inside.

"You'd better hope nothing has happened to him, or you'll all be waiting to die!"

At this moment, Xing Lingzi's fury surged to its absolute peak. Step by step, he entered the depths of the dungeon, and the first thing that came into his view was Ye Jiuyao.

"My good disciple, are you alright..."

Xing Lingzi looked at Ye Jiuyao, who appeared thoroughly exhausted. Stubble had even grown on his face, and his entire appearance was disheveled, making it look as though he had been subjected to severe torture.

Moreover, there were cuts and bruises all over his body, his eyes were bloodshot, and his hair was a complete mess. Upon seeing this, Xing Lingzi went completely mad.

"My good disciple, my good disciple, my dear disciple! Master was only gone for a moment, what has happened to you..."

"Cough, cough... Mas... Master!"

"Good, good disciple, you're finally willing to call me Master..."

Xing Lingzi grabbed Ye Jiuyao by both shoulders, his heart overcome with immense emotion, feeling as though spring had finally arrived in his life.

"Mas... Master... Un... untie me... It's... it's so uncomfortable..."

Ye Jiuyao spoke in broken, halting sentences, gasping for breath as if he were at death's door. Sensing this, Xing Lingzi immediately panicked.

He hurriedly untied Ye Jiuyao and then supported him out of the dungeon. Standing outside in a daze was Xing Hui, who had hurried over and was now dumbfounded.

Not only him, but even the middle-aged Star Clan member who had guarded the dungeon now felt a chilling sensation crawling down his spine.

"An..."

Watching Xing Lingzi leave with Ye Jiuyao in tow, Xing Hui wanted to speak, but his words ultimately dissolved into silence.

Xing Lingzi brought Ye Jiuyao back to the room and conducted a swift examination. Only when he discovered that the youth's foundational roots had not been permanently damaged did he finally let out a sigh of relief.

"My good disciple, are you alright?"

"Mas... Master, I... I can't... I can't cultivate... cultivate with you anymore..."

"Xing... Patriarch Xing Hui... said... said that you are merely misleading your disciples, that you are self-righteous... and think... think that you are peerless under heaven!"

"What?!"

Instantly, Xing Lingzi flew into a rage.

He had already been holding back a belly full of frustration from Cang Cangzi, and now he was expected to endure this kind of insult as well? How could he possibly stomach it?

Especially since the offender was one of his own descendants, Xing Lingzi immediately set about comforting Ye Jiuyao.

"Don't worry, my good disciple. Master will go and avenge you right now! Anyone who dares to stand in my way, I will make them apologize to you in person!!"

Suppressing the wrath in his heart, Xing Lingzi tried his best to maintain a calm tone as he spoke to Ye Jiuyao.

However, the fury woven into his tone made it abundantly clear just how furious he was at this moment.

Having placated Ye Jiuyao, Xing Lingzi stepped out of the room, radiating a towering rage as he walked outside.

Shielded by the illusion of the Canglang Painting, how could Xing Lingzi possibly detect anything out of the ordinary?

And so, Xing Lingzi let out a furious roar right outside the room.

"XING HUI!!!"

The single roar resounded in all directions, lingering for a long time without fading, making him look like a raving madman.

"An... Ancestor."

At this moment, Xing Hui was terrified to the extreme, but facing Xing Lingzi's summons, he dared not refuse and quickly rushed over.

"XING HUI!!!"

Without giving Xing Hui the slightest chance to explain, Xing Lingzi brought down a massive palm from the sky, striking Xing Hui directly.

Not daring to dodge in the slightest, Xing Hui took the blow head-on. A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from his lips, and his aura instantly plummeted.

Hearing this earth-shaking roar from inside the room, Ye Jiuyao felt the world was full of warmth and goodwill.

"You're done for."

Ye Jiuyao muttered to himself before happily lying back down on the bed.

Meanwhile, Xing Hui felt the world was brimming with malice, plunging him into absolute despair. The look he cast toward Xing Lingzi was filled with sorrow.

His own ancestor actually refused to believe a member of his own clan, choosing instead to trust a fabricated, out-of-nowhere disciple.

This left Xing Hui feeling utterly grief-stricken, with an urge to cry, but as the patriarch of the clan, how could he possibly weep?

And so, he forced it down.

"How dare you tie up my good disciple! I'll teach you to tie him up, you old fossil!"

"You bastard, the older you get, the more clueless you become about what truly matters!"

"If anything happens to my good disciple, I will wipe you out of existence!!"

......

Xing Lingzi roared in unadulterated rage, aggressively bearing down on Xing Hui with another wave of terrifying pressure.

Xing Hui rolled about on the ground even more violently, losing a few teeth in the process. His once rosy complexion was completely gone.

Without even needing to look, just listening to the miserable screams echoing from Xing Hui allowed Ye Jiuyao to gauge just how heavy-handed Xing Lingzi's blows were.

Xing Hui looked as though he had been beaten flat onto the ground, and in the next moment, it was no longer a mere likeness—he was truly pinned flat to the earth.

He felt so miserable he wanted to vomit blood, his face flushed bright red. Ye Jiuyao suppressed his laughter, struggling internally as he continued to lie comfortably on the bed.

"So powerful!!!"

"Ancestor, why did he beat up Patriarch Xing Hui?"

"I have no idea what's going on."

"I have a feeling it's because of that kid..."

"I think so too. Somehow, it just feels like it's about him."

......

The Star Clan disciples looked at one another, staring at Xing Hui in shock.

Those who had laid a hand on Ye Jiuyao now turned pale and weak at the knees, while Xing Hui had already descended into despair.

Only after thoroughly thrashing him did Xing Lingzi finally begin to feel a sense of relief.

However, Ye Jiuyao was not yet satisfied.

"Mas... Master... I... I feel like I'm not going to make it... Please... please don't blame Elder Xing Hui anymore..."

"Hmph! XING HUI!!!"

Once again, a furious roar echoed through the air.

This time, Xing Hui was truly done for.