Chapter 39: Destroyed Without a Second Thought

“Present!”
“Take him to the kitchen!”
“Yes!”
Zhang Tiantian hoisted the scorched Dongxian and headed toward the kitchen, with Ye Ming following behind.
Dongxian finally breathed a sigh of relief; it was indeed the master who understood reason—those two bald men were simply devils.
“Mother, what is Father doing?” Ye Qin asked curiously.
Dongmen Meng smiled gently. “Go to bed, both of you. You have training tomorrow. Be good.”
Ye Kun sensed something off in his father’s expression, but he and Ye Qin had no choice but to return to their room.
As she watched the children go back, Dongmen Meng’s face gradually turned cold. The people of Jiugong Pavilion clearly would not give up easily!
Things would become even more dangerous for the children in the future. Such threats could not be allowed to persist; at least while they were young, she had to help deal with them!
Dongxian wanted to protest—it wasn’t him who harmed the children, but the children who harmed him! Couldn’t they see reason?
Dongmen Meng waited quietly outside the kitchen. Xiao Ling poured her a glass of water and said with care, “Madam, Jiugong Pavilion must be dealt with. The young masters are still too small to handle this themselves.”
“Indeed. Once the master is out, we’ll discuss it and annihilate Jiugong Pavilion!” Dongmen Meng’s delicate face turned icy. To bully my Kun Kun and Qin Qin—what nerve!
Soon, Ye Ming walked out of the kitchen, with Zhang Tiantian inside handling the corpse.
Dongxian’s final thoughts were regret—those two bald men were ruthless for a reason, but this father was even more merciless!
“How did it go? Did you learn anything?” Dongmen Meng asked in a deep voice.
Ye Ming frowned tightly and replied coldly, “His jaw was shattered, so he couldn’t speak. I made him write.”
“Guess what he wrote?”
“What?”
“See for yourself.”
Dongmen Meng took the paper Ye Ming handed her. The more she read, the angrier she became: “That shameless man! He claims my Kun Kun and Qin Qin persecuted him! What could two children possibly do to him? No sane person would believe such nonsense!”
“Exactly! For such slander, I gave him a proper lesson, but he refused to change his story and even cursed our children. Damn Jiugong Pavilion! I’ll destroy them to vent my rage!”
“Xiao Ling, go make preparations.”

“Zhang Tiantian, you prepare as well!”
“Yes, Master! Madam!” The two called out respectfully, then went to make their preparations before heading out to destroy Jiugong Pavilion.
Of all people to provoke, they chose to trouble the young masters—did they have a death wish?
After Zhang Tiantian and Xiao Ling left, Ye Ming lowered his voice, “There’s something odd about this man—he has two sword wounds on his abdomen.”
“What’s strange about that?” Dongmen Meng asked.
“The way he was stabbed is unusual, as if he was standing still while someone stabbed him. For us cultivators, achieving such penetrating sword wounds would only be possible if the victim was already exhausted.”
“You mean the children stabbed him? That’s impossible—Kun Kun and Qin Qin are so small, they couldn’t do such a thing.”
“No, I suspect a master was protecting them.”
Dongmen Meng nodded silently, “It does seem that way. I wonder who this expert is and what their purpose might be. Neither of us sensed their presence. If we ever meet, we must thank them properly.”
“I agree. Without that, the children would have been in danger tonight.”
“But all those Jiugong Pavilion people deserve to die! They don’t even spare children!” Dongmen Meng said with righteous indignation, clenching her delicate fist.
“Exactly! Tiantian and Xiao Ling are already handling it. We just have to wait patiently.”
“Go fetch me some tea. I am furious.”
“Meng Meng, calm down. Don’t let anger harm you; Kun Kun and Qin Qin are safe.”
Ye Kun and Ye Qin were indeed unharmed, but Dongxian had suffered—nothing good ever happened when he encountered Ye Kun, and now he had even lost his life. If only he had lain quietly among the flowers, he might have lived a few more hours, at least enough to reminisce about sweeter times.
But now, regret was all he had. That cry for help had made his last moments nothing but pain.
If given another chance, he’d choose to lie silently among the flowers and wait for death, never calling for help.
Meanwhile, Zhang Tiantian and Xiao Ling had finished their preparations: both dressed in tight black outfits, faces concealed thoroughly.
The only thing conspicuous was the swords each held. For the first time, Zhang Tiantian’s hand gripped a silver long sword with intricate, almost ostentatious engravings on the scabbard.
Xiao Ling’s sword was crimson, its scabbard unadorned, yet it radiated an oppressive sense of impending death.
Zhang Tiantian was a bit nervous—not because of the enemy, but because of Xiao Ling.
It had been a long time since they’d gone on a mission together. Now, alone with her, he wondered what he should say.
“Let’s go! The sooner we finish, the sooner we return,” Xiao Ling said coolly. Like mistress, like maid—the whole Ye family was fierce and terse.

“Oh… alright…” Zhang Tiantian replied, sounding somewhat wooden.
The two vanished instantly, and within a few breaths arrived over a great mountain somewhere in Eastern Nether. Across the range, houses and courtyards clustered, encircling the mountains like a giant serpent.
This was Jiugong Pavilion! Not the strongest faction, but formidable nonetheless.
Yet Xiao Ling and Zhang Tiantian seemed calm and composed, as if they were used to such missions.
“Xiao Ling, um…”
Zhang Tiantian barely began, when Xiao Ling drew her sword. As soon as it left the scabbard, the blade was engulfed in flames.
“Blazing Sword Technique!” Xiao Ling cried sharply, her right hand tracing a cross of fire.
The blazing flames seemed to illuminate the dark night. The terrifying cross of fire surged toward Jiugong Pavilion, its heat distorting the air, and a massive pressure enveloped the entire mountain range.
Zhang Tiantian’s mouth twitched—she really was just like the mistress: ruthless and silent.
Inside Jiugong Pavilion, five disciples patrolled, checking for anomalies.
“Patrol after patrol, and we never see anything,” one grumbled.
“Yeah, who would dare cause trouble here? It’s suicide.”
“I heard the Pavilion Master recently lost something and is furious.”
“I heard someone betrayed him, stealing his treasure, so he’s in a rage.”
“The ones fighting above always end up making trouble for us junior disciples.”
“Hey, look up—what’s that in the sky, so red and hot…”
The disciples looked up. Before they could even scream, the surging flames swept over them and reduced them to ash in an instant.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The entire Jiugong Pavilion mountain range was struck by the Blazing Sword Technique—shattered into pieces!