Chapter 160: Go Try It with Whoever the Hell You Want

"Greetings, Sect Master."

Entering the grand hall, the three individuals bowed in unison and spoke with one voice.

"Rise."

Seated on the throne of honor, the gray-robed elder looked upon the three as they arrived and spoke slowly.

He was none other than the Sect Master of the Blood Fiend Sect,
Yang Dingtian.

Below the grand hall,
the three straightened up immediately upon hearing his words.

"Sect Master, did you summon us in such a hurry because of some important matter?"

At that moment, a middle-aged man with long yellow hair, a resolute expression, and an aura of formidable martial might asked the question.

His name was Huang Meng, and he was one of the Four Great Fiend Envoys of the Blood Fiend Sect.

Before Yang Dingtian could reply,
another of the Four Great Fiend Envoys, Wei Fu—who looked slightly pale and was as thin as a skeleton—frowned and asked,

"What is the meaning of this? Why isn't Old Yin here?"

Hearing this,
Huang Meng was a step behind in his realization. He looked up at the Sect Master above the hall and asked, "Sect Master, did you not notify old man Yin?"

Logically speaking,
whenever there was a critical matter within the sect, the Sect Master would always notify all four of them.

Why had only the three of them been summoned today? Could it be that old man Yin had other business to attend to?

Yang Dingtian slowly lowered the hand that had been supporting his forehead and said, "The reason I summoned you all in such a hurry is precisely because of Yin Zhengtian."

"Because of him?"

Huang Meng and the others were filled with incomprehension.

Could something have happened to Yin Zhengtian?

Seeing the expressions of utter confusion on their faces, Yang Dingtian no longer concealed the truth and said in a deep voice,

"Yin Zhengtian is... dead."

As soon as these words were spoken,
Huang Meng and the two others in the grand hall froze in place.

What?
Yin Zhengtian was dead?

How could this be possible!

Just a few days ago, the four of them had been sitting together, drinking wine and eating meat. How could he be dead after merely a few days?

"Sect Master, what is the meaning of this?"

Huang Meng asked urgently.

Although the four of them often bickered and sparred in private, their bond was actually very strong.

Now that the old fellow Yin Zhengtian had suddenly died, it would be a lie to say they did not care.

"I only just discovered that his life tablet has shattered, which is why I summoned the three of you here."

Yang Dingtian paused for a moment before continuing, "I have already sent people to search for Yin Zhengtian's remains. I brought you here to dispatch you to hunt down and capture the person who murdered Yin Zhengtian."

The moment his voice fell,
"Swish!"

With a casual flick of his hand, he tossed a tracking token to Huang Meng.

"That person killed Yin Zhengtian, so Yin Zhengtian's aura will still linger on them. This tracking token will help you locate the killer."

Yin Zhengtian was a member of his Blood Fiend Sect, yet he had now been murdered.
As the Sect Master,
this blood debt had to be avenged!

"Sect Master, what if the culprit turns out to be someone from one of the major righteous sects? What should we do then?"

Huang Meng asked with concern.

As members of a demonic sect,
they were deeply detested by the righteous sects of the world, who wished for nothing more than to wipe them out completely at any given moment.

Now that Yin Zhengtian had been abruptly slain, it was highly likely that the deed was done by one of those major sects.

If this matter truly became entangled with those large sects, and they insisted on apprehending the killer, it would inevitably provoke a full-scale sect war.

Centuries had passed since the last sect war; were they truly about to instigate another clash of sects?

"Those sects all style themselves as upright and righteous factions; surely they would not stoop to such despicable methods."

A cold glint suddenly appeared in Yang Dingtian's eyes as he continued, "Should Yin Zhengtian's death truly prove to be their doing, then my Blood Fiend Sect shall re-emerge into the world and slaughter one of their sects to the last!"

Ever since the previous sect war, their Blood Fiend Sect had remained hidden from the world for a very long time.

Now, a fiend envoy of their sect had been murdered—this was a provocation, a supreme humiliation!

Regardless of who the perpetrator was, as long as they were proven to be the true killer of the fiend envoy, they must either hand over the murderer, or face absolute war!

"The Sect Master speaks the truth! What does it matter if they are a major sect? They killed someone from our Blood Fiend Sect, so they must pay for blood with blood!"

"Huang Meng, could it be that you are afraid?"

At that moment,
a captivating and heart-stirring female voice echoed through the grand hall.

The speaker was Zi Mo, another of the Four Great Fiend Envoys. Her long purple hair and purple pupils were her most distinctive features.

"Afraid? I am merely consulting the Sect Master's wishes. You old hag, stop talking nonsense here!"

Huang Meng turned his head to glare at Zi Mo and rebuked angrily.

"Who are you calling an old hag? This lady has the figure and the face to match! Say that again and I'll tear that mouth of yours to shreds!"

Zi Mo detested nothing more than being called an old hag by others; it was a grave insult to her.

Everyone else addressed her as a young miss,
yet you dare to call me an old hag?!

Huang Meng wore an expression of utter disdain, curled his lip, and said, "You're nearly a hundred years old, what are you still pretending to be young for?"

"You! You're asking for a beating!"

Enraged, Zi Mo raised her hand, ready to strike.

Seeing that she intended to resort to violence,
Huang Meng did not back down in the slightest. He took a step forward and said, "Want to fight? Come on then, I was just looking for an outlet for my anger."

"Enough!"

Watching the two who looked ready to trade blows at any second, Yang Dingtian barked an authoritative reprimand.

Hearing this,
Huang Meng and Zi Mo instantly clamped their mouths shut down below the grand hall.

Glancing at the two stubborn individuals, neither of whom was willing to yield,
Yang Dingtian sighed and said,

"The two of you, together you're nearly two hundred years old, how can you still act like children? Can't you be a bit more steady, like Wei Fu?"

Hearing this, Huang Meng could not help but cast a sidelong glance at Wei Fu beside him.

Be like him?
Aside from drinking human blood, he has no interest in anything else. That's something we could never learn.

Zi Mo also wore a look of utter disgust.
Refusing to live properly as a normal human being, he insisted on becoming a blood-sucking monster.
Only a lunatic would want to be like him.

Shaking his head, Yang Dingtian waved his hand and commanded, "Very well, execute this task immediately. You are all dismissed."

"Understood, Sect Master."

The three cupped their fists in salute and immediately withdrew from the hall.

Meanwhile,
at the Su Residence,
Su Zhengguo held his wife Zhang Hong's hand as they slowly walked into the living room.

"Honghong, this is a supreme tonic. Shall we test its potency later tonight?"

"Test it with whoever you please; I can't handle you anymore."

Zhang Hong shot her husband a sidelong glance.

Lately, her husband's demands had been increasing steadily, and his vigor had grown terrifyingly fierce. She felt deeply blessed, yet simultaneously exhausted.

Several times a day—
who could possibly endure that?!

"Don't be like that, Honghong, I..."

Su Zhengguo was just about to utter some sweet cajoling words when suddenly, the voice of his son Yifan rang out from ahead.

"Dad, Mom, you're here. Just in time, I've already finished cooking the meal."

At that moment, Su Yifan placed the final bowl of soup onto the table.

Seeing that his parents had arrived right on cue, he eagerly picked up a bowl and ladled out a serving of soup brewed from the meat of the Flame Python for them.

Su Zhengguo and his wife walked over to the table and sat down. He eagerly picked up his bowl and began to drink the soup without a moment's hesitation.

"Mmm~, this soup..."

Taking a sip of the soup, Su Zhengguo closed his eyes tightly, his eyebrows practically arching up to the heavens.

"Dad, what's wrong with the soup?"

Seeing the utterly intoxicated and blissful expression on his old man's face, Su Yifan could not help but ask.

He had already tested it himself just now;
there shouldn't have been any problems with it!
What on earth was wrong with his dad?

At that exact moment,
"Smack!"

Unable to hold back any longer, Zhang Hong slapped her husband lightly on the arm and chided him with feigned annoyance, "Are you trying to die? The boy is asking you a question!"