Chapter 118

Yun Lanzong chuckled. "Not bad. With the Life-Borrowing Curse in place, why should I fear a poor death?"

Ye Fengyun laughed in extreme anger. "You certainly know a great deal about these dark arts."

"That goes without saying. Everything I do is for the sake of the Yun family," Yun Lanzong boasted.

Ye Fengyun retorted, "You are doing this only for your own selfish desires and the vanity of a legacy after death."

"Hahaha, say what you will, it matters little now. In seven days, the Seven Stars will align. All the other noble families are holding banquets; it is truly heaven-sent! As long as I can siphon the luck from those houses, I, Yun Lanzong, shall become the greatest figure in history!"

Watching Yun Lanzong descend into madness, Ye Fengyun lunged forward and struck him with a palm, sending him flying.

However, Yun Lanzong did not crash to the ground. At the moment of impact, he hovered in the air, his body straightening into an impossible angle.

Yun Lanzong curled his lips in a smug grin and beckoned to Ye Fengyun with his finger, taunting, "Come."

Ye Fengyun remained calm, thinking to himself: This old wretch has summoned countless malevolent spirits. If he is goading me into attacking, I might fall right into his trap.

Ye Fengyun closed his eyes, then opened them, a flash of golden light crossing his gaze.

Beside Yun Lanzong stood two towering shadows. They were muscular, yet possessed tails, bat-like wings, and a pair of horns upon their heads.

He had summoned Western demons.

In that case, Eastern Taoist arts might not necessarily be effective against them.

Just as the two confronted one another, someone approached.

"Gentlemen, the Matriarch requests your presence at the table." It was the butler.

Yun Lanzong wore a smile. "Young man, our conversation was quite interesting, but we must return now."

He walked past Ye Fengyun with a smile, as if nothing had happened.

Ye Fengyun remained silent and followed behind, wondering whether Eastern Taoist techniques would hold any power over Western demons.

Back at the dining table, both men sat down as if nothing were amiss.

The Matriarch continued to smile, rambling on about incoherent matters, until her expression suddenly shifted, becoming distorted as if she had lost all control over her features.

The Lin family members noticed the anomaly and asked in a panic, "Mother, what is wrong?"

"Yes, you don't seem to be in good health tonight."

"Perhaps you should return to your room to rest?"

Faced with their concern, the Matriarch suddenly turned abnormally volatile.

"Get out! All of you, sit down!"

The shout stunned the Lin family. Why had the Matriarch suddenly become so erratic?

Just as the tension reached a breaking point, a servant brought out a new dish.

It was a plate of steamed dog blood, garnished with banana leaves and served with sticky rice.

As soon as the dish hit the table, the Matriarch’s temper flared even further. She demanded, "Who made this?!"

The servant trembled in fear. "W-was it not you who ordered this new dish to be added?"

"Are you courting death?" The Matriarch’s eyes were filled with malice.

The servant immediately collapsed to their knees.

Ye Fengyun spoke up, "Old woman, you are exhausted. You should go and rest."

"Ye Fengyun, I have tolerated you more than once. This is the Lin family, not the Tang family!" Lin Heng slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

Ye Fengyun did not even glance at him. Suddenly, his brow furrowed, and five silver needles shot forth with lightning speed.

*Swish!*

The needles moved so fast they were impossible to dodge and nearly impossible to perceive.

They pierced the Matriarch’s acupoints instantly. Her body shuddered, and she began to convulse violently.