Chapter 14: Head Wound and Bloodshed

Su Yi vaguely felt that the man seemed familiar, but couldn't recall where they had met.

"Do I look injured to you?" Su Yi suppressed his curiosity and asked with a smile.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man in the Confucian robe seemed to finally relax and repeatedly said, "It's good that you're fine, it's good."

However, when he turned his head to look at the others present, the gentle and amiable expression on his face turned icy and imposing as he said, "Huang Yunchong, you have quite the audacity!"

His voice was like thunder, intimidating and awe-inspiring.

Huang Yunchong's face had already changed dramatically when the man in the Confucian robe appeared. Now, being reprimanded in such a manner, he couldn't help but stiffen and couldn't sit still any longer.

He abruptly stood up, his expression filled with astonishment, and asked in disbelief, "Brother Fu, why have you come?"

"The...the Lord of the city?"

Huang Qianjun was also taken aback, hastily getting up with a bewildered look on his face. When did Su Yi establish a relationship with the Lord of the city?

The man in the green robe also seemed flustered. He immediately put away the dagger in his hand and bowed his head, saying, "Greetings, Lord Fu!"

At the same time, Nie Beihu also hurriedly clasped his fists in salute, "I pay my respects, my Lord!"

All the gazes immediately converged on the man in the Confucian robe.

Fu Shan!

The Lord of Guangling City, a great martial artist at the Qi Gathering Realm, holding immense power and an overwhelming presence!

"So, it's him."

Su Yi finally realized, but there was still a trace of confusion in his heart. It seemed that he didn't have any relationship with the other party at all.

Could it be...

Suddenly, Su Yi thought of a possibility.

He remained silent, observing coldly.

"If I hadn't come, how could you, Huang Yunchong, display such arrogance?" Fu Shan's eyes turned cold, akin to an enraged king, exuding a domineering aura.

Huang Yunchong's temples throbbed as he struggled to remain calm. He could disregard Nie Beihu's face, but he had to be wary of Fu Shan, the Lord of the city.

"Brother Fu, I have investigated Su Yi's background. At his most formidable, he was merely an outer disciple of the Qinghe Sword Sect," Huang Yunchong pondered. "And now, he is nothing more than an insignificant son-in-law of the Wen family, not worth mentioning..."

Huang Yunchong carefully continued, "I truly don't understand why, as the esteemed Brother Fu, you would step up to help him."

This was also the doubt in the minds of Huang Qianjun, the man in the green robe, and Nie Beihu.

"Not worth mentioning?" A hint of sarcasm appeared in Fu Shan's eyes as he remained expressionless. "Considering our past acquaintance, I might as well tell you that before coming to this JuXian Tower, Princess Lingyao said that if Su Yi were to lose a single strand of hair, I, Fu Shan, would have to sacrifice my own head as retribution!"

His words resonated like thunder, shocking everyone present, freezing them in place.

"You're saying he... he is a friend of Princess Lingyao?" Huang Yunchong looked at Su Yi with an incredulous expression on his face.

Princess Lingyao!

She was a true member of the imperial family, despite being born in the Xiao clan of Lanling. She was personally bestowed the title of Princess by the current Emperor of Da Zhou!

Such a lofty status was awe-inspiring!

However, when did Su Yi, a lowly son-in-law of the Wen family, become friends with Princess Lingyao?

Nie Beihu and the man in the green robe were also dumbfounded, standing there with bewildered expressions. With their identities, they understood the true meaning behind Fu Shan's words. In Princess Lingyao's eyes, the life of City Lord Fu Shan was far less valuable than Su Yi's!

"Huang Yunchong, because of your current actions, I, Fu Shan, almost lost my head!" Fu Shan said coldly.

"I..."

Huang Yunchong could no longer remain calm, and cold sweat poured down his face. Even as the Patriarch of the Huang clan, he had to be wary of Fu Shan to some extent. As for Princess Lingyao, she was an aristocratic figure whom the entire Huang family couldn't afford to offend!

"Father, who is this Princess Lingyao? Can she... can she be more formidable than my uncle?" Huang Qianjun stammered, realizing that something was amiss but lacking the understanding due to his young age.

Slap!

Before he could finish speaking, Huang Qianjun received a resounding slap across his face. He tumbled to the ground, his cheek swollen and blood trickling down. He was dumbfounded because the one who struck him was none other than his own father!

"Shut up!" Huang Yunchong's face turned livid, his eyes burning with rage. His terrifying expression sent shivers down Huang Qianjun's spine, and he trembled uncontrollably as if sifting chaff.

"If your uncle were to learn of this, he would immediately divorce your aunt, expel her from the family, and sever all ties with our Huang family!" Fu Shan sneered.

Huang Qianjun's aunt, who was Huang Yunchong's sister, was a favored concubine of Qin Wenyuan, the county governor of Yunhe. Qin Wenyuan was a significant figure who held power above the nineteen city lords of Yunhe County!

Because of this connection between the Huang family and Qin Wenyuan, in the past, Fu Shan wouldn't easily dare to provoke the Huang clan. But now, things were different!

Huang Qianjun finally realized the severity of the situation, and he stood there in a daze, completely lost. He tried to stand up but seemed to have lost all strength and couldn't rise.

Meanwhile, Huang Yunchong had no time to attend to his own son. He took a deep breath, bent over and bowed deeply to Su Yi, his voice filled with bitterness.