TNIBFT -Chapter 177 Might Be Like Her Mother

“Ah…”

“Don’t die! You killed my father, and I’ll kill you!”

Ye Shuangxue closed her eyes and, in a frenzy, wrapped her arms around Ye Tian’s neck, shouting wildly.

“Disciple?”

“Disciple!”

Sun Wuji’s urgent voice rang out, followed by heavy footsteps. Before Meng Qing could strike, Sun Wuji appeared like a phantom, flashing to Meng Qing’s side and catching Meng Qing’s Cold Sword with his bare hands.

Unexpectedly, Sun Wuji was completely unharmed.

He glanced at the crazed Ye Shuangxue and Ye Tian on the ground, his face like cold ice, and stared coldly at Meng Qing: “Was it you?”

“You bullied my disciple; you deserve to die!”

His voice was violent, filled with wrath.

Sun Wuji’s anger surged, his white hair and beard moving as if blown by wind, and a heat seemed to radiate from his body. Meng Qing’s pupils contracted, and the next second: “Clang!” A sharp, clear sound rang out.

The long sword in Sun Wuji’s hands shattered piece by piece.

“You…”

Meng Qing was terrified. He had never seen such power before.

His mind went blank, and he said in fear: “Ma—”

Before he could finish pleading, Sun Wuji slammed a palm onto his forehead.

“Boom!” An explosive sound.

Bones and flesh scattered across the hall.

Xiao Wang and the others lying on the ground were nearly scared out of their wits, staring at Sun Wuji in horror, unable to process anything.

The normally annoying, mischievous old man who liked to tease them… was this powerful?

Someone who could easily take their lives with a mere move, in Sun Wuji’s hands, was like a watermelon—their head gone just like that?

Old Yang hid in a corner, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible, grateful he hadn’t taken the wrong path—otherwise, this would have been his fate.

The hall fell into complete silence.

Sun Wuji’s face was covered in blood.

He squatted on the ground like a madman, beside Ye Shuangxue, reaching out to gently pat her back: “Xuexue…”

“Master has avenged you.”

“Wake up, wake up…” Sun Wuji’s voice trembled. Looking at the small figure before him, a faint smile lifted his lips. When she slept, his little disciple liked to tug at his beard. Everyone found him annoying and strange, but only Ye Shuangxue truly respected and loved him.

While being a little exasperated by him, she still played along.

At first, he had chased Ye Shuangxue around, teaching her martial arts.

Later, he realized the little disciple matched his temperament perfectly. Even later, the two of them felt more like grandfather and granddaughter than master and disciple.

Ye Shuangxue was his only attachment and source of joy in this world.

“It’s nothing!”

Ye Tian gritted his teeth and got up from the ground. Pain shot through his hands and arms, making him grimace. Trembling, he held his daughter tightly: “She just fainted; she’ll wake up soon. Luckily, you came back in time—otherwise, we’d all be dead!”

Sun Wuji’s eyes were bloodshot. He glanced at Ye Tian coldly: “It doesn’t matter if you die, just don’t drag my disciple down with you. How can someone with such a useless physique give birth to such a fine daughter?”

Sun Wuji shook his head in helplessness.

Ye Tian had been in danger, and Ye Shuangxue had risked her life to come. For his disciple’s safety, he had taught Ye Tian before, but Ye Tian was already past his prime, and his talent was mediocre. Learning now would at best strengthen his body—it wouldn’t help in combat.

“Maybe she inherited it from her mother!” Ye Tian said with a casual smile.

“What about the master?”

Xiao Wang pointed at Shanggan Ning on the ground. Ye Tian looked up and saw Shanggan Ning lying there, face pale, a pool of blood beneath her—she was seriously injured.

“Kill him!” Sun Wuji got up, recognizing Shanggan Ning as the one who tried to take the three children last time. He began to channel his cultivation, ready to strike.

“Wait!”

Ye Tian suddenly spoke.

Sun Wuji turned to him: “Compassion for a woman will only endanger you and the children. If you can’t protect yourself, don’t act like a saint—you’ll regret it!”

“No, he was risking his life to save us just now. There has to be some misunderstanding. If there’s a real threat, rest assured—if anyone threatens the children or anyone here, I’ll be the first to kill him!” Ye Tian explained.

Sun Wuji then glanced at Xiao Wang and the others.

They shivered in fear. The scene of Sun Wuji killing before was too shocking. Seeing him look their way, they were too terrified even to speak. Old Yang hurriedly said, “Yes, you’re right. Just now, this young man grabbed Meng Qing’s sword bare-handed—if not for him, we wouldn’t have waited for your return.”

Sun Wuji flicked his sleeve and glanced at Ye Tian. “I’m going nowhere these days.”

“Old Yang!”

Sun Wuji suddenly called out.

Old Yang, cowering in the corner, nearly lost his balance in fright and immediately dropped to the ground: “Senior…”

“I have orders—you must follow them.”

Sun Wuji stepped forward and slapped Old Yang on the head. Old Yang felt as if a thousand pounds were pressing down on him, as though he could be crushed at any moment. The overwhelming fear made him forget the pain in his body; he felt ice-cold all over, unable to think straight.

“During this time, you protect Ye Tian. If anything happens to him, you know the consequences, right?” Sun Wuji said calmly.

Old Yang stared at his hands in panic and kowtowed repeatedly: “Understood! Understood!”

“Rest assured, Senior. I will protect the master.”

…

By the time Xiao Jiang brought Qiu Feibai over, the blood in the main hall had been cleaned, but the air still carried the scent of blood.

“Dad, I brought Master!”

“Dad, are you okay?”

Xiao Jiang’s eyes were red as he rushed into Ye Tian’s arms. Ye Tian’s hands were caked in blood, wounds deep enough to see the bone. He raised his hands to shield Xiao Jiang and whispered reassuringly, “It’s okay. Thanks to Grandpa Sun’s timely return.”

Xiao Jiang’s eyes glimmered: “Grandpa Sun is the strongest. With him around, Dad won’t be hurt.”

“With Master here, he’ll surely be saved,” he added, looking at Qiu Feibai.

Qiu Feibai wore a white cotton robe, his face calm and gentle. He smiled at Xiao Jiang: “You handle things so thoroughly—you really take after someone, I wonder who.”

The daughter was mostly fine; after a silver needle was applied, she woke up.

Once awake, she clung to Ye Tian silently, probably still frightened.

Yuan Heipang and Shanggan Ning were more seriously injured. Qiu Feibai prepared medicine while Xiao Wang and the others boiled it. Ye Tian’s hands were bandaged by Qiu Feibai. Staring at his wounds, he fell silent, lost in thought.

“Ye, in the next few days I want to take Xiao Jiang back to Medicine King Valley first,” Qiu Feibai said. “That branch you mentioned last time seems feasible. This time we’ll choose disciples to bring back.”

“And Xiao Jiang—I’ll take him to the Medicine King Valley to pay respects to our late Master. This will also make the world aware of Xiao Jiang’s status in the Valley.”

Ye Tian’s thoughts were interrupted. He turned to Xiao Jiang. Xiao Jiang pressed his lips together, holding Ye Tian’s hand, not wanting to leave. Ye Tian said, “How long will you be gone? We’ve never been apart. If you leave suddenly, I might not adapt.”

Xiao Jiang looked up at Ye Tian, eyes sparkling, and whispered, “Can I not go?”

“No!”

Qiu Feibai refused softly. “At most half a month. In half a month, we’ll return.”