Chapter 406: Chapter 405: Coming for the Legacy
"He who kills shall be killed in return. Since the Duanmu Family has murdered my kin, I shall annihilate the Duanmu clan," Yang Fei said harshly.
He wasn’t boasting, but rather at that moment, a strong desire to kill welled up within him for the two members of the Duanmu Family clan.
Wang Lei, however, was much calmer. He frowned slightly and said gravely, "I don’t mean to discourage you and diminish my own prestige, but the strength of the Duanmu Family is something you and I are not currently capable of confronting. I think the priority should be to find Yang Hao and save him first."
Yang Fei said, "Duanmu Hai and Duanmu Yun haven’t contacted me for so long, am I just supposed to wait?"
Wang Lei replied, "They will definitely contact you; otherwise, what would be the point of taking Yang Hao?"
Yang Fei knew this reason well, but he didn’t want to wait long.
Moreover, for him, merely killing Duanmu Hai and Duanmu Yun was no longer enough to quell the rage in his heart.
His second uncle was dead. Although it was said that a life taken should be paid for with a life, even if Duanmu Hai and Duanmu Yun were slain by his own hands, it wouldn’t dispel the hatred within him.
And if it happened once, it could happen again.
His second aunt, Yang Hao, and Yang Wen were still alive, as were Qin Yanyang and the Qin Family behind him, as well as Tong Yunshu, Zhu Tianshou, and the Xu Family.
All of these people now had ties to Yang Fei. If the Hidden Sect decided to target them in the future to get at him, how could he face these relatives and friends who trusted him?
To prevent such losses from happening again, he needed to make a profound impression on the various powers of the Hidden Sect, to let them know the consequences of harming his loved ones.
"I understand the hatred in your heart is hard to extinguish, but I won’t take you to the Hidden Sect now, as it would only harm you," Wang Lei insisted.
Yang Fei was about to reply, irked, when his cell phone rang.
It was an unfamiliar number.
Yang Fei immediately answered.
Over the phone, a cold male voice said, "Is this Yang Fei?"
"It’s me. Are you from the Duanmu Family?" Yang Fei asked in return.
"Heh, it seems Wang Lei has already spoken to you. Good, that saves me some breath. If you want your brother to live, come and meet me."
"Time, place."
"Five Thunder Mountain on the outskirts of town, don’t keep our people waiting," the man said and then hung up.
Yang Fei looked at the number for a moment and then quickly dialed Li Xuanyu’s number.
Li Xuanyu answered promptly, "You finally remembered us, did you?"
Yang Fei said, "Tell Will to help me track a number right away and get me the location."
After saying this, he sent the number that had just called him to Li Xuanyu.
Li Xuanyu, hearing the icy tone in Yang Fei’s voice, assured decisively, "Okay, just give me a moment."
While waiting, Yang Fei and Wang Lei hailed a taxi and said they were heading for Five Thunder Mountain.
The taxi driver, hearing they were going to the suburbs, saw it as a big fare for the day and excitedly said, "All right, to Five Thunder Mountain."
A few minutes into the ride, Li Xuanyu sent through a location.
Yang Fei checked, and indeed, the other party was at Five Thunder Mountain.
Since they were in a cab, Wang Lei had a lot he wanted to say to Yang Fei, but he held back.
An hour later, the taxi arrived at the foot of Five Thunder Mountain.
Yang Fei paid the fare, and the taxi drove away.
Five Thunder Mountain was considered a sacred site for Taoists. Although the prominent Taoist orders kept a low profile, there were visitors to the area, which was much quieter compared to Buddhist sites.
According to the location sent by Li Xuanyu, Duanmu Hai and Duanmu Yun were not at any of the five main peaks of Five Thunder Mountain but deeper within a taller, denser forest.
The two of them started walking up the mountain, and on the way, Yang Fei asked, "How did my second uncle die?"
Wang Lei’s expression changed slightly upon hearing this, and he sighed, "He died a terrible death, his body sliced into countless pieces. He didn’t have a whole corpse in the end."
Yang Fei felt a sharp pang in his heart.
He had planned to save Yang Hao first and then kill the murderers before holding a memorial service for his second uncle, but he never imagined his second uncle would die such a horrific death.
How hateful!
"Duanmu Hai’s control over the power of Heaven and Earth has reached the level of perfection, akin to the techniques of immortality and Taoist magic. He turned the power of Heaven and Earth into a blade, slicing your uncle’s body into countless pieces, leaving behind nothing but a pile of mangled flesh. Attempting to piece together a complete body would be fraught with immense difficulty."
Wang Lei, thinking of Yang Changjin’s corpse, was also consumed by grief and anger.
Duanmu Hai was too cruel. If you’re going to kill, why use such a method on an ordinary person?
This was one of the reasons he left the Hidden Sect.
The people there held themselves in high esteem and regarded the lives of the weak as worthless.
"I will take his life in the same manner," Yang Fei said fiercely.
Wang Lei did not oppose this.
He, too, despised those two from the Duanmu Family to the bone and would’ve been killed alongside if he hadn’t made a quick escape earlier.
However, remembering Duanmu Hai’s strength, Wang Lei couldn’t help but caution, "I can hold off Duanmu Yun, but in my current state, I probably can’t guarantee a victory. You should be careful when facing Duanmu Hai. If things are impossible, act accordingly. Find a way to rescue Yang Hao first – ’With green mountains still there, one need not worry about firewood.’"
Yang Fei paid more attention to the matter upon hearing Wang Lei say this.
Though arrogant and self-assured, he had never considered himself the best in the world.
An outstanding youth from the Hidden Sect would certainly have extraordinary abilities; one must not be careless.
"I understand. Don’t worry; hatred will not cloud my judgment," Yang Fei said solemnly.
Wang Lei felt greatly relieved.
Having known Yang Fei for many years and fought side by side on numerous occasions, he understood his character well, knowing he seemed young but was actually cautious in his actions.
In the depths of the mountains, Yang Hao curled up on the ground with a face ashen as death, not daring to move.
He was not usually one to cling to life out of fear, but the shock he received today was just too much.
Qin Yanyang watched as his father was sliced into countless pieces by a terrifying and strange power, dying an unnatural death; his worldview was completely overturned.
Although he had witnessed his cousin’s prowess earlier and was aware of the existence of martial artists in the world, he never imagined martial arts could be so powerful.
No, the young man who killed his father was no ordinary martial artist; he was a fearsome person with evil magic.
Their purpose in capturing him was to find his older brother, who, though formidable, would certainly not be their match.
What to do?
Yang Hao felt fear and concern in his heart.
His father was dead, and naturally he was heartbroken, but he was not the master of his own fate now, and his brother was rushing over to save him.
At this moment, Yang Hao felt nothing but deep helplessness and powerlessness.
He could do nothing.
"Brother Hai, after we catch that kid, should we bring him back to the family, or..."
Duanmu Yun asked tentatively.
He did not finish his sentence, but his eyes gleamed with excitement and eagerness.
Duanmu Hai glanced at him and laughed, "Such a big matter, how could the two of us brothers decide on our own?"
"But if we bring this kid back, we will inevitably not be able to conceal it from other powers. It could cause trouble and calamities for the family," Duanmu Yun cautioned.
"Besides, even though bringing this child back to the family would be a great feat for us, we would only receive some resources and recognition at best."
Duanmu Hai was fully aware of what his cousin was thinking. He pondered slightly and said, "Let’s not talk about this matter for now, after all, who knows how many secrets that boy knows. Whether we can extract anything from him is also unknown."
Duanmu Yun snorted, "Even if he is as tough as iron, once in our hands, we have ways to make him speak willingly. The true inheritance of the Taoist path is the genuine art of immortality. If we brothers obtain it, who in the family, or even the entire Hidden Sect, wouldn’t look up to us?"
Duanmu Hai responded indifferently, "That’s just a rumor, after all. It may not be true, nor necessarily so heaven-defying."
Duanmu Yun argued, "That kid began martial arts at thirteen, and after a decade, despite cultivating in this world where spiritual energy is scarce, he has achieved his current cultivation realm. The inheritance he received must indeed be against the heavens, otherwise, it would be inexplicable."
Duanmu Hai was well aware of this point. Just as he was about to speak, his eyes suddenly sparkled, and he said, "They’re here!"