Chapter Sixteen: The Choice of Lord Li Beiye

Outside Ye Beicheng at this moment, a figure flickered like a mirage in the void, steadily drawing closer.

"Ye Beicheng! I, Su Yang, have returned."

"Wang Yiyi, I hope you won’t be too shocked when the time comes. What I, Su Yang, say will surely come to pass!" Clutching his fists on the Purple Lightning Fierce Lion, Su Yang’s heart brimmed with excitement.

After three long months, he had finally returned to Ye Beicheng once more.

But this time was different from last time. Back then, he was like a dying dog; now, he would transform into a fierce Asura!

He was determined to settle three years’ worth of hatred, pain, and the grudges with the Wang family all at once.

"Master, we’ve arrived in the city. Where to next?" the Purple Lightning Fierce Lion landed atop the roof of a civilian house.

"Don’t rush. Let me sense it first." Closing his eyes, Su Yang tried to recall the exact location of the Wang residence—three years had nearly wiped it from his memory.

Soon, he detected several powerful spiritual energy fluctuations to the north. He frowned as he gazed that way. "That direction… isn’t that my Su family’s estate?"

"What’s going on?" Suspicion stirred in Su Yang’s heart. He was unclear about the current state of Ye Beicheng, but this was a good chance to find out.

With his current cultivation, he could conceal his aura and avoid detection.

With that thought, Su Yang patted the Purple Lightning Fierce Lion. "Head north, and don’t let anyone see us."

"Understood!" The Purple Lightning Fierce Lion responded and instantly became a shadow, vanishing into the darkness.

Meanwhile, within the Su estate...

Seeing Wang Lang’s true colors revealed, his overwhelming murderous intent bursting forth, Su Beilou had no choice but to act.

"Wang Lang, if you want to destroy the Su family, you’ll have to step over my corpse first."

Boom!

The aura of a third-rank Divine Martial cultivator erupted.

However, before Wang Lang’s own aura, Su Beilou’s was naturally inferior.

"Brother Beilou, I didn’t expect you to have grown so much stronger after all these years without a fight," Wang Lang sneered mockingly.

"Enough talk. Let’s fight." Su Beilou knew there was no turning back and struck first. Powerful spiritual energy enveloped his body, forming a shield as the Triple Mystery Qi swirled around him.

His aged frame suddenly unleashed boundless strength, delivering a punch toward Wang Lang and his companions’ direction.

Like a ferocious tiger’s might.

This was the Su family’s intermediate martial art: the Tiger’s Fury Fist!

Roar! The tremendous aura surged out like a fierce gale, striking the position of Wang Lang and his group.

With a thunderous boom, the entire Su estate trembled.

Soon, other Su family experts appeared beside Su Beilou—his trusted confidants.

The Su family’s Second Elder, Su Qiang.

The Third Elder, Su Mo.

And the Fourth Elder, Su Chen!

All three had reached the pinnacle of the Triple Mystery Realm, glaring furiously at Wang Lang.

Su Qiang jabbed a finger at Wang Lang’s nose. "Damn you, Wang Lang! Have you already forgotten how you begged us to help your Wang family back then?"

Su Beilou’s strike had done no real harm to Wang Lang and the others, only creating a large crater. Wang Lang and his group floated in midair like spectators, watching the Su family with amusement.

"Looks like everyone’s here."

"Good. A family should go to hell together."

"Attack!"

At this point, Wang Lang no longer hesitated and commanded the remaining Triple Mystery Realm experts of the Wang family to strike.

Whoosh! Three Wang family elites of equal cultivation launched attacks against the Su family’s defenders.

"Hmph, Wang Zixiang, I’ve long wanted to take your life," Su Qiang sneered coldly as one Wang family expert approached him.

"Dying soon and still so arrogant?" Wang Zixiang of the Wang family retorted with a contemptuous smile.

Boom!

Their fists collided, both retreating simultaneously.

At the same time, Su Mo and Su Chen engaged two other Wang family experts in fierce combat.

The powerful clash of spiritual energy had already overturned the entire Su estate!

At this moment, all of Ye Beicheng fell into eerie silence. Ordinary citizens dared not make a sound, silently praying their lives would not be caught in the crossfire.

Far to the south of Ye Beicheng, within the city lord’s mansion...

Li Beiye, clad in battle armor, stood atop the rooftop, gazing northward toward the Su estate in a low voice: "Finally, the fighting begins?"

Beside him stood a slender figure, her expression fraught with anxiety.

"Father... could it be that the Wang family truly intends to destroy the Su family and our city lord’s mansion?" Her voice was soft, tinged with fear.

"Shanshan, there’s no time to waste. You must leave the city immediately. Go to your aunt’s place—that’s the only way I can rest easy," Li Beiye gently stroked his daughter’s beautiful black hair, his voice filled with tenderness and reluctance.

Who would willingly be torn from their own flesh and blood if it weren’t absolutely necessary?

"No! Father, I won’t leave. I want to stay by your side!" The young girl’s tone was resolute, though a hint of sobbing trembled within.

She was Li Beiye’s cherished daughter, the engagement bride Su Yang had once foolishly rejected—Li Shanshan.

Beneath her pristine white gown lay a face as delicate as porcelain, yet now her graceful brows furrowed faintly, casting a shadow of worry upon her exquisite features, making her all the more pitiably heartbreaking.

If Su Yang were to see Li Shanshan now, he would surely curse himself for not only being blind but for having his heart clouded by pork grease.

"Shanshan, listen to me. Over the years, I haven’t allowed you to leave the mansion much—not just to keep you safe, but to protect you."

"Now that the Wang mansion has risen, that scoundrel Wang Lang certainly won’t spare us. The city lord’s mansion was built by my own hands—I will not leave easily. But you, you are the jewel of my heart."

"There is something else you need to know."

Li Beiye’s expression grew complex, hesitation flickering across his face as if debating whether to reveal the truth to Li Shanshan.

"Father... you..." Li Shanshan’s hands clenched the hem of her skirt nervously, suddenly at a loss.

"Sigh. You’ve probably sensed it yourself. Your cultivation has stagnated all these years because of the extremely yin bloodline within you. I’ve tried every possible method but couldn’t find a way to resolve it. Back then, I had hoped that Su Yang—the genius of the Su family with the supreme bloodline—would marry you and use his bloodline to regulate your extreme yin. But unfortunately... fate had other plans, and that boy chose Wang Yiyi instead."

"He must regret it deeply now."

A cold breeze blew through their hair, seemingly stirring the same memories for both father and daughter.

Li Shanshan pursed her lips, the image of a figure she hadn’t seen in three years suddenly appearing in her mind.

"Su... Yang," she whispered softly.

"Enough. There’s no more time. I will send General Yang to escort you out now." Li Beiye refused to waste another moment and clapped his hands.

A soldier clad in silver armor appeared on the rooftop.

"City Lord!" the soldier knelt and saluted.

"General Yang, there’s no time to lose. Take Shanshan and leave immediately. Head to Zhongzhou, Liang Mansion. Someone will be there to receive you," Li Beiye said, producing a dark green token and handing it to General Yang.

General Yang took the token with both hands and looked up with determination. "City Lord, let us leave together. I will lead my brothers to carve a path through the bloodshed! Even if I die, I will ensure that you and Miss Shanshan escape Ye Beicheng."

Seeing such loyalty and brotherhood in his long-time general, Li Beiye smiled with deep satisfaction.

"To have a brother like you in this life, I, Li Beiye, can die without regrets."

With that, Li Beiye gripped his spear, his battle cloak billowing in the wind. His towering figure resembled a war god as he leapt northward toward the Su estate.