One person: Lu family bodyguard, who shattered Longhu Mountain with a single palm strike.

"Bang!"

The cane slammed heavily onto the bluestone slab, making a dull thud.

"This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"

An elder with a volatile temper suddenly stood up, his beard trembling with rage. "Our Jia family's genius, Zheng Yu, has died so inexplicably in the World Society!"

"Who does Feng Zhenghao think he is? Does he really think that money can control everything in the world of supernatural beings?"

"Excellent! Zhengyu is one of the most talented young people of our generation. He has been practicing the art of manipulating objects since he was a child. Those three dragon-pecking cones have been nurtured for more than 20 years and are the pride of our Jiajia Village!"

Another person in charge also stood up to echo him, his face full of indignation.

"Feng Zhenghao actually had him killed, and even his body was sent back cold and lifeless. He's trampled on the dignity of our Jiajia Village!"

"Clan leader, this matter cannot be left like this! We must demand an explanation from the World Alliance, even if it means war!"

"Yes! A life for a life, it's only right!"

"We'll let the world know that we men of the West are not to be trifled with!"

The crowd in the hall was filled with righteous indignation, shouts of violence and determination rose and fell, as if they were about to gather in Tianjin and demolish the headquarters of the World Society at any moment.

The clan leader, sitting in the main seat, had a stern face and raised his hand to press down.

The noise in the hall gradually subsided, and everyone waited for the clan leader's decision.

"Zhengyu cannot have died in vain, but this matter is indeed suspicious."

The clan chief took a deep breath and turned his gaze to a young junior member in charge of external intelligence who was standing in the corner.

"What exactly did Feng Zhenghao say? Why did Zheng Yu die in their hall?"

The young man was covered in sweat, clutching a tablet computer in his hand, and his legs were trembling slightly.

He swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice, "Clan leader, the World Alliance... has sent us a surveillance video. They also have an accident report personally drafted by Feng Zhenghao."

"Read it!" the elder roared. "I want to hear what kind of flowery words Feng Zhenghao can come up with to clear his name!"

The younger colleague opened the tablet and began to read the contents aloud, albeit haltingly.

The report stated that this morning, Mr. Jia Zhengyu provoked and seriously injured Ms. Feng Baobao, an employee of the North China region of Nadutong Express Company, in the lobby on the first floor of Tianxiahui.

Upon hearing this, the air in the hall seemed to freeze slightly.

The elder, who had just been clamoring for war, frowned: "Na Du Tong? Why did Zheng Yu go and provoke people from the company?"

The clan leader's expression changed slightly. As the official management organization of the world of supernatural beings, Na Du Tong usually kept to itself and did not interfere with each other.

Getting into trouble with a temporary worker is not a good sign.

But he still forced himself to say, "Even if he attacked people from Na Du Tong, it's not the Tianxia Hui's place to kill him. Keep reading!"

"Yes..." The junior wiped away a cold sweat, his voice even weaker, "Then, Miss Feng Shayan of the Tianxia Society intervened, and Mr. Jia Zhengyu, enraged, launched an attack on Miss Feng Shayan..."

The ancestral hall fell silent for a moment.

The expressions of the people in charge began to look unnatural.

On someone else's turf, you beat up their rich daughter?

This behavior is a bit too arrogant.

No wonder Feng Zhenghao lost his temper.

"Well... Zheng Yu may be a bit arrogant, but surely he wouldn't be this impulsive?" an elder muttered somewhat guiltily.

The clan chief frowned deeply, sensing that things were going beyond his expectations.

"Just because of this, they killed Zhengyu?"

"No...no." The younger colleague felt like he was about to collapse, his hand holding the tablet trembling uncontrollably.

"This is just the prelude. Feng Zhenghao's report said that after Mr. Jia Zhengyu was repelled by Ms. Feng, he pretended to leave."

"Then, when everyone lowered their guard, they secretly manipulated the dragon-pecking cone..."

"What did he do? Tell me!" A strong sense of unease welled up in the clan chief's heart.

"He controlled the Dragon-Piercing Cone and aimed it at the back of Lu Linglong, the most beloved great-granddaughter of Lu Jin, one of the Ten Elders of the Lu family..."

"Buzz—"

Inside the ancestral hall, it was as if an invisible bomb had suddenly exploded.

Everyone's brains shut down simultaneously at that moment.

Silence reigned.

A deathly silence enveloped the spacious building; you could hear a pin drop.

Inside the ancestral hall of Jiajia Village, the hot-tempered elder who had just been clamoring to raze the headquarters of the World Society seemed to have his throat choked; his mouth opened for a long time, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"Lu...Lu Jin's great-granddaughter? Lu Linglong?"

The clan chief's cane fell to the ground with a thud, causing him to stagger.

Are you kidding me!

Although Feng Zhenghao is rich, he is just a rising star.

But who is Lu Jin?

He was one of the most senior members of the Ten Elders, and a notorious fierce protector of his own!

Back in the day, he was the kind of guy who could chase someone and beat them up for several blocks over the smallest thing.

Has Zheng Yu gone mad? Going to assassinate Lu Jin's beloved?

On one side of the hall, Jia Zhengyu's parents' faces instantly turned from anger to deathly pale, followed by an overwhelming sense of embarrassment.

What the hell do we do now?

I originally thought my son had been bullied outside and harmed by the powerful and arrogant Tianxia Society.

The result was that his own son was narrow-minded and his sneak attack backfired, resulting in his instant defeat.

If that's the case, let alone seeking justice, we should be grateful if Lu Jin doesn't come to Jiajia Village to demand an explanation.

"Clan leader, could this... could this be just Feng Zhenghao's side of the story?"

Jia Zhengyu's father wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice weak, "No matter how spoiled Zhengyu is, she would never provoke the Lu family."

"Isn't it embarrassing enough already?!"

The clan chief picked up his cane heavily and slammed it to the ground. "They've already sent over the surveillance footage!"

"In slow motion, the three dragon-pecking cones were clearly aimed at the Lu family's young lady's back! How could that be fake?"

Silence fell over the hall once again.

The elders in charge exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of lingering fear in the other's eyes.

Jiajia Village cannot bear the blame for this.

"Alright, stop shouting." The clan chief sighed, the wrinkles on his face seeming to deepen in those few minutes. "Tomorrow morning, I will personally lead a group to the Tianxia Society in Tianjin. No matter what, we must bring Zhengyu's body back first."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Jia Zhengyu's parents: "If the situation is really as Feng Zhenghao reported, then this matter ends here."

"Zhengyu... that's his own fault, he deserves this calamity. Although we in Jiajia Village protect our own, we will never stand up for a fool who is in the wrong."

Jia Zhengyu's parents opened their mouths, but in the end they could only lower their heads helplessly, their hearts filled with bitterness but they had nothing to say.