freenovelworld Chapter 114 The Jiang Family's Three Died Well
Chapter 114 The Jiang Family's Three Died Well
"You want to kill us? No one in this world can take the lives of the Jiang family. Jiang family disciples, listen to my command!"
At his command, the Jiang family members all knelt down, and Jiang Yanzheng also abandoned his nonchalant attitude.
"Whose hands are your lives in?"
Whose hands are their lives in? The Jiang family would rather die than be puppets; this is a rule passed down from their ancestors.
"The lives of the Jiang family members have always been in their own hands. You don't have the power to kill us."
Several of the older elders of the Jiang family spoke first, then drew their swords and plunged them into their own hearts.
The movements were clean and crisp, as if they had been practiced thousands of times.
The elder fell, but no one helped him up; they just stared at the sword in their hands.
Jiang Yanzheng stepped forward and stood on the table next to Xie Wanzhou. He spread his arms, looked down at the group of people in front of him, and shouted exaggeratedly, "I, Jiang Yanzheng, am invincible. No one in this world can kill me. Xie Wanzhou, your grandpa doesn't want to play with you here anymore. Let's meet in hell."
After saying that, Jiang Yanzheng's lips curled up, revealing neat, white teeth. Then he pulled out a knife and plunged it into his own neck, splattering blood onto Xie Wanzhou's body and face.
"Jiang Yanzheng!"
Xie Wanzhou roared, and then the Jiang family members who were kneeling began to commit suicide one after another. Even the little child next to Jiang Yanyu shouted and then committed suicide.
"My life is in my own hands."
One by one they fell down, and in no time almost everyone was dead.
The old man under the table was crying and screaming. His face and body were covered in blood. He dared not open his eyes but could not stop crying out in fear: "Help me..."
The Jiang family members all claimed to be the best in the world, invincible, but unexpectedly, they all chose to commit suicide when disaster struck.
The Feather Spirit Army soldiers all took two steps back, swallowing hard. This was not what they had expected.
They thought that since they had received orders today, and suddenly only they were launching an attack, the entire Feather Spirit Army would suffer heavy casualties.
They hadn't called on any other demon hunters in the land, as they were initially worried the Jiang family might run away.
Xie Wanzhou was a little taken aback when he saw An Qian holding Jiang Yanyu's hand and smiling as she said to him, "Brother Wanzhou, you shouldn't have come today, but I hope you don't have nightmares tonight."
After saying that, An Qian made a face, activated her spiritual power, and exploded, dying instantly.
Blood splattered throughout the hall, and Xie Wanzhou's eye was also covered.
Jiang Yanyu's tone was gentle, as if he were casually instructing a friend: "The old man at the corner of the table has nothing to do with our Jiang family. He just happened to come to deliver firewood. Don't hurt him. Oh, and sorry..."
Jiang Yanyu's lips moved slightly, his voice deliberately lowered, as if he said something, but Xie Wanzhou couldn't hear it. He frowned and walked closer anxiously, only to see that the person had left in the same way as An Qian.
Blood splattered all over Xie Wanzhou's face. He was stunned for a few seconds before kneeling straight on the ground, his lips moving involuntarily.
"Good riddance, good riddance, good riddance..."
"Sir, what's wrong with you?"
His men approached, only to find Lord Xie laughing with a distorted expression.
"Good riddance! Colluding with demons, your Jiang family deserves to die! Hahaha..."
After a long while, Xie Wanzhou stopped laughing and stood up.
The soldier pulled out the surviving old man: "Sir, what about this old man?"
"Throw it out, and burn the rest."
"Yes."
A light drizzle began to fall outside, and the night was quiet as the people of Kyoto slept soundly.
It was such a peaceful night, such an ordinary night, as if nothing had happened.
That night, Xie Wanzhou indeed had a nightmare.
In his dream, they were all twelve or thirteen years old. He ran to the Jiang family to listen to their teachings, and heard the elders of the Jiang family say that if they were threatened by those monsters who could manipulate people's hearts or used cruel methods, they should commit suicide.
It is said that one of the Jiang family's ancestors was manipulated by others through some means, and thus became their puppet, committing all sorts of evil deeds for them.
Later, the ancestors established a rule that those who wield ghost talismans should only do what they want to do while they are alive, and should never become someone else's puppet.
The elder said, "Anyway, we're all going to die, but even in death, we Jiang family members must not be manipulated by others. We must act according to our own conscience; this is the rule left by our ancestors."
This greatly shocked him and left him puzzled. After class, he practiced swordsmanship with Jiang Yanzheng, but he was still distracted.
He couldn't help but ask, "Yan Zheng, will you commit suicide in the future?"
The sword Jiang Yanzheng was carrying today belonged to his brother, and it was one he had stolen from An Qian. He was very excited to hold such a fine spirit sword. His father said that he was still young and usually only allowed him to use ordinary swords.
Holding such a fine sword, he just wanted to practice a few more moves and have some fun.
Upon seeing Jiang Shanyuan passing by in the distance, he quickly urged his sword to strike the man down from behind.
Seeing the man fall flat on his face, only able to give him a gloomy look before slinking away, Jiang Yanzheng felt quite smug.
"Of course, it's better to be dead than to be coerced into becoming a puppet. Besides, my dad said that the more you care about something, the more easily you are coerced and used by others. Most people are used by others because of their lives. We are different. We care a little but don't care too much, so we can live freely for ourselves."
"You madman, what if this is just temporary? Just bear with it, I'm sure I can find a way to help you."
"Tch, forget it. I can't stand it. Besides, I've already decided to commit suicide, so I'm probably already in a hopeless situation. Rather than handing my life over to someone else, I'd rather choose my own way to die. When I do, I'll make sure it's stylish and impressive. A hero's death is a hero's death, and I'll make sure many people look at me with newfound respect! I, Jiang Yanzheng, would rather die than be a lackey of demons..."
Xie Wanzhou rolled his eyes and kicked Jiang Yanzheng out of his fantasy.
At this moment, An Qian and Wen Zhi'en suddenly appeared out of nowhere. An Qian saw the sword in Jiang Yanzheng's hand and kicked him in anger.
"How did your brother's sword end up with you? Give it back to me. With your level of cultivation, you're not worthy of using this sword."
"No way! Why can you use it but I can't? I'm his own brother."
"He can lend it to me if he wants to."
The two chased after Xie Wanzhou, spinning him around until he was dizzy.
He suddenly remembered the sword he had just received from his father and wanted to take it out and show it off, to let them know what a good sword was!
This sword is one that only the head of the Xie family can use. Its power is much greater than Jiang Yanyu's sword, but it is also one that he cannot fully control yet.
"Stop chasing after that broken sword, gentlemen. Take a look at my sword instead."
An Qian and Jiang Yanzheng ignored Xie Wanzhou's words and began to fight over the sword, activating their spiritual power.
Xie Wanzhou remained calm upon seeing this. He pretended to be calm and waved his hands, causing the sword in his hand to appear out of thin air and release sword energy, directly confronting Jiang Yanyu's sword.
Jiang Yanyu's sword shattered.
The scene froze instantly. The group stared wide-eyed at Xie Wanzhou and then at the broken sword on the ground.
"Ah ah ah ah..."
Everyone present was too frightened to speak. An Qian and Jiang Yanzheng screamed so loudly that they almost ruptured Xie Wanzhou's eardrums.
Jiang Yanyu was two years older than them, and his cultivation level was naturally above theirs. He didn't like to joke with them and usually kept a straight face, pretending to be mature.
Seeing this, Wen Zhi'en, who had been silently watching the show from the side, secretly curled the corners of her mouth. Okay, now the situation is clear.
Jiang Yanzheng spoke first, distancing himself from Xie Wanzhou: "Haha! You're dead, Xie Wanzhou! You're the one who broke this sword."
Xie Wanzhou sheathed his sword, completely abandoning his usual composed and polite demeanor, and angrily said to Jiang Yanzheng, "Haha? You're the one who's dead! You stole this sword!"
"you!"
Jiang Yanzheng panicked upon hearing this, realizing that Xie Wanzhou was difficult to deal with, and that An Qian had a good relationship with his brother.
Then he jumped to Xie Wanzhou's side and pointed at An Qian: "Haha, you're dead, An Qian. I got this sword from you. I couldn't even touch it when it was with my brother. If you hadn't just left it lying around, would I have been able to get it?"
"Hey! You surnamed Xie, you're the one who broke this sword! And you, you stole it and you think you're in the right? If anyone's to blame, it's both of you!"
"If it weren't for you, this sword wouldn't even be here! It's all your fault..."
"It's all your fault, it's all your fault, it's all your fault..."
"It's your fault, your fault, your fault..."
"It's your fault! It's your fault, it's your fault..."
The three started arguing, and Wen Zhi'en tried to sneak away to complain, but was suddenly grabbed by the others and asked to be the judge.
"Whose fault is this?"
Wen Zhi'en smiled, looking at the three people in front of her. She disliked all three and they all liked to show off in front of her. She said, "I don't know who's to blame, but one of you three is definitely going to die..."
After saying that, he turned and ran. Wen Zhi'en ran faster than even Jiang Jingshan.
"Stop him!"
Cultivators are naturally fast runners, and Wen Zhi'en is among the best. Whenever they encounter monsters, he is the fastest runner.
They often say that Wen Zhi'en will definitely be the one who lives the longest, because he is the best at escaping.
Wen Zhi'en ran after them for a long time until they were exhausted, then she patted her butt and shook them off.
"You are dead!"
We can't catch up, we simply can't catch up.
Jiang Yanzheng collapsed in despair: "I might as well die. With Zhi En's mouth, I'm doomed now. I'd better do it myself."
An Qian collapsed from exhaustion: "Is the way I've been thinking about ending my life for so long really going to come in handy today?"
"You two lunatics, get up! It's not that bad yet. Your brother may be fierce, but he won't kill us. We just need to hide and wait for him to calm down."
Despite saying that, Xie Wanzhou still collapsed between the two of them, motionless.
The sky was blue, the grass was vast, and a gentle breeze caressed my ears. It was peaceful and beautiful.
The group lay on the ground, silent for a while, before Xie Wanzhou finally spoke: "To be honest, I would never commit suicide. Only a bunch of lunatics like you would keep talking about suicide."
"Tch, coward. Death is just a matter of closing your eyes. And when I die, I must be incredibly cool, incredibly dashing, and I must shock the entire audience. I'll plunge it into my throat with a snap, before the demons can even react."
"Pshaw, that's nothing. I'm going to die a really horrible death, explode and split open, scaring the monster that's trying to kill me to death. It'll have nightmares for days on end."
The two talked excitedly, as if they were casually discussing what to have for dinner. Xie Wanzhou moved his body down in annoyance, showing obvious disgust.
"madman."
As soon as he moved down, the two of them moved closer to him. When he moved again, they moved with him, deliberately getting even closer.
"Why is it so far away from us!"
"What are you doing, looking down on us!"
"I was afraid that the blood of the two heroes would splatter on me, so I had to stay away."
"No!"
"No!"