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"Feng Yixing, have you gone mad? How dare you cause trouble in Songlinfang?"

Wei Cichen looked at the red-robed cultivator opposite him, whose face was ashen. Beside him, Zhou Ninglu was clutching her sleeves tightly, her face full of panic.

In front of Wei's general store, a male cultivator in a red robe stood arrogantly.

"Brothers Wei, what are you saying? This is a family matter of the Wei family. How can it be considered causing trouble?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Cichen spat disdainfully:

"Pah! Who's related to you? If I hadn't saved your life back then, you wouldn't have had the chance to marry into the Wei family!"

This man was from the fifth branch of the Wei family, and the husband of Wei Xianjun, the fifth sister of Wei Cichen.

"Furthermore, I, Wei Cichen, have already left the Wei family with my family. If you continue to use the Wei family name to pressure me, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The red-robed cultivator's face flushed red; he could no longer hear the second half of Wei Cichen's sentence.

His mind was filled with words like "dog's life" and "marrying into another family."

Recalling the humiliation he had suffered in the Wei family over the years, his brows furrowed immediately:

"Hmph, since Brother Wei refuses, I'll have no choice but to force him!"

After saying that, he stretched out his palm and struck Wei Cichen directly from several feet away.

It landed in front of him as if it had moved horizontally, and struck out with its palm wrapped in spiritual power.

Wei Cichen raised his hand to block, but unexpectedly, when their palms collided, he was sent flying backwards.

He slammed into the wooden cabinet behind him and tumbled several times.

"Farewell to the dust!"

Zhou Ninglu immediately stepped forward and helped him up.

Wei Cichen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a look of realization:

"You've broken through to the fourth level of Qi Refining?"

Despite the Wei family's impressive wealth, they actually have very few members at the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

For example, Feng Yixing, who has been married into the Wei family for many years, is only at the third level of Qi Refining and has not made any breakthroughs for decades.

However, the opponent at this moment had already reached the fourth level of Qi Refining.

Wei Cichen was knocked away by a moment of carelessness.

"Hehe, naturally it's the fourth level of Qi Refining, otherwise how would I dare to forcibly seize Brother Wei's shop?"

"Thanks to that girl Fangfei, my Wei family has benefited a lot from Biluo Sect."

"Among them are a few Lesser Breakthrough Pills..."

He shook his robes:

"Speaking of which, I have to thank Brother Wei, otherwise I might not have gotten one of these pills."

Raise your head:

"Brother Wei, you'd better give in and hand over the shop. Come back with me to apologize to the head of the family. Otherwise, you'll suffer the consequences."

"Hmph, you think you can take me on?"

Wei Cichen broke free from Zhou Ninglu's embrace, stood up, and was about to draw his magic sword.

But just then, a shout came:

"Father, Mother!"

Outside the Wei family's general store, a large number of cultivators had already gathered to watch the spectacle.

With a single step, Wei Zhong soared over the heads of the crowd and arrived in the arena, followed closely by Qin Shuhan, who was sweating profusely.

Despite his advanced cultivation at the third level of Qi Refining, he was still inferior to Wei Zhong in terms of escape speed.

Wei Zhong ignored the cultivators at the door and looked straight into the house. When he saw the blood at the corner of Wei Cichen's mouth, his expression immediately darkened.

He turned his head and said to Feng Yixing:

"You're asking for it!"

Although he was extremely angry, he did not rush forward recklessly.

The person in front of him had a cultivation level of four Qi Refining stages, which was not something that someone with a mere three-stage Qi Refining stage could easily fake an accident with.

In the cultivation world, the differences between each level of cultivation are particularly obvious, especially between the early stage of Qi Refining and the middle stage of Qi Refining.

Wei Zhong grabbed the talisman his senior sister had just given him from his waist and whispered a few words into it.

Then they stood still and waited.

Feng Yixing, with a mocking expression, was about to make a few sarcastic remarks when he saw that Wei Zhong did not make any move, when suddenly a sound of something breaking through the air came from the sky.

A figure descended from the horizon, followed by a scholar in white robes. His gaze fell upon Wei Zhong's waist, noticing the communication talisman, and he spoke gently:

"Sixth Junior Brother!"

These words shocked everyone present.

Songlinfang is the territory of Qingya Sect. Who doesn't know that Master Yang has five personal disciples?

However, this person actually addressed the young man in front of him as his sixth junior brother, the implications of which are self-evident.

Upon seeing that the other party had finally arrived, Wei Zhong breathed a sigh of relief:

"Junior Brother Wei Zhong greets Fourth Senior Brother!"

The person before him was none other than Ding Mo, Yang Jingting's fourth disciple.

The other party was born into an ordinary family and was originally a scholar who was trying to pass the imperial examinations. He unexpectedly entered the world of cultivation and was taken in by Yang Jingting.

Although he has been practicing for many years, he has never taken off his scholar's attire.

Ding Mo looked at the chaos in the room, and Wei Zhong immediately stepped forward to explain.

Upon hearing what had happened, the latter looked at Feng Yixing with a dangerous expression:

"Does this fellow Daoist disregard my Qingya Sect? How dare he cause trouble in my Songlinfang?"

Feng Yixing was completely unaware of the seriousness of the situation:

"Causing trouble? Brother Ding, you're mistaken. I'm simply enforcing clan rules on behalf of the family head."

"Wei Cichen has violated clan rules, and I intend to capture him and bring him back to the clan for punishment."

Ding Mo frowned:

"Brother Cichen has already left the Wei family, so what does he have to do with clan rules? It is Brother Feng who has broken the rules of my Songlinfang, and he must pay the price, otherwise wouldn't people think that my Songlinfang is easy to bully?"

"You dare to lay a hand on me?" Feng Yixing asked dangerously.

Having only recently broken through to the next realm, he was no match for Ding Mo.

Fighting isn't just about losing; it's about losing your life.

"Brother Ding, have you thought this through? You're making an enemy of the Wei family and the Biluo Sect!"

Upon hearing this, Ding Mo couldn't help but laugh:

"What is the Wei family anyway?"

Feng Yixing's expression changed:

"you……"

Before he could finish speaking, Ding Mo added:

"As for the Biluo Sect, its strength is indeed beyond what my Qingya Sect can afford to provoke."

"But who are you to represent the Biluo Sect?"

Calling you a stray dog ​​is an understatement!

Upon hearing this, Feng Yixing's forehead veins bulged. He was furious and his blood boiled. He immediately channeled his magic power, drew his magic sword, and stabbed at Ding Mo.

The latter had been waiting for this move, but he didn't take out any magical artifact; he simply raised his hand.

His fair palms visibly turned bluish-black as he effortlessly caught the incoming magic sword in his hand.

One person stood still without moving, while the other held a sword in one hand, his body floating as if frozen in place.

Ding Mo actually grasped the magic sword directly in his palm.

Those around them gasped in surprise as the situation on the field changed simultaneously.

Ding Mo reached out and pulled, causing Feng Yixing to lose his balance and fly towards him.

Without moving his right hand, he made a fist with his left hand and punched directly at Feng Yixing's chest.

"The force of falling mountains!"

With one punch, Feng Yixing was sent flying backward, his magic sword slipping from his hand and crashing directly into the center of the crowd.

"you……"

A mouthful of blood gushed out, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if he had lost sensation in most of his body.

Ding Mo casually tossed aside the magic sword, clasped his hands together, and brushed away the dust, as if he had just dealt with a clueless ant.

"Get out of here, and don't let me see you again."

However, Wei Zhong stepped forward beside him and shook his head slightly:

"Senior brother, that's not enough!"

Wei Zhong stepped forward and slapped Feng Yixing across the face.

"Go back and tell those bastards from the Wei family that if anyone harasses my parents again, I'll kill them all!"

Stepping on the magic sword, which landed in his palm, Wei Zhong slashed down, and Feng Yixing's left arm fell off at shoulder level.