So what if I'm useless? I'll become a saint!

Lei Tingyi looked at Sikong Wen with an indifferent expression, as if everything was under his control.

"Lord Sikong, I believe you didn't know about Chang Qing's incident beforehand. I also believe you are not the kind of person who disregards justice. So in this matter, there is only one person who is not innocent."

His voice was calm and powerful, and every word seemed to be spoken after careful consideration.

Sikong Wen frowned and stared at Lei Tingyi, as if trying to find the answer from his eyes.

"Who?"

He asked in a deep voice, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice.

Lei Tingyi spoke lightly, his eyes like torches, pointing directly at Sikong Yun.

"Sikong Yun."

When Sikong heard this, his face turned pale instantly.

He widened his eyes and looked at Lei Tingyi in disbelief.

"Sikong Yun? He...how could he?"

His voice trembled slightly, and he was obviously shocked by this sudden answer.

Lei Tingyi looked at Sikong Wen, his expression still indifferent.

"Lord Sikong, you should know Sikong Yun better than I do. He only wants to fight for the position of the head of the family, and he will do anything to achieve his goal. He must have known about the crimes of Chang Qing and others. But he chose to conceal it, and he might even have participated in it."

Although his voice was calm, every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Sikong Wen's heart.

When Sikong heard this, his face became even uglier.

He knew that what Lei Tingyi said was true.

Sikong Yun has indeed always wanted to compete for the position of head of the family, and in order to achieve his goal, he might indeed do such a thing.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a deep regret and self-blame in his heart.

"I was wrong... I trusted him too much..."

Sikong Wen murmured to himself, with obvious pain and helplessness in his voice.

He knew that he could no longer escape.

He must face reality and pay the price for his mistakes.

Seeing this, Sikong Yun's face turned pale instantly. He hurriedly knelt down in front of Sikong Wen, tightly grasping Sikong Wen's robe with both hands, and his voice was filled with tears.

"Uncle, you have to believe me! I really didn't do these things. I can't be provoked by these villains!"

Tears welled up in his eyes and he looked so pitiful, as if he had really been wronged.

However, Lei Tingyi and Uncle Zhong just looked at him coldly, with a hint of disdain and ridicule in their eyes.

Sikong Wen stared at Sikong Yun closely, his heart full of contradictions and struggles.

He knew that Sikong Yun had always wanted to compete for the position of patriarch, and it was indeed possible that he would do such a thing.

However, seeing him kneeling in front of him, begging for his trust in tears, he couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted.

"Uncle, I really didn't do these things. You must believe me!"

Sikong Yun continued to cry, his voice becoming more and more miserable, as if he had been wronged to the extreme.

However, Lei Tingyi spoke coldly.

"Sikong Yun, do you think your acting skills can fool everyone? The facts are already in front of you, how long do you want to quibble?"

There was obvious sarcasm and disdain in his voice, as if he had seen through Sikong Yun's true face.

Upon hearing this, Sikong Yun's face became even uglier. He knew that his acting skills had been exposed.

Sikong Wen stared at Sikong Yun closely, his eyes flashing with complex emotions.

In the end, he just sighed weakly and spoke slowly.

"Sikong Yun, you disappoint me. I always thought you were a talented and ambitious young man, but I never thought you would do such a thing. Go away, I don't want to see you again."

There was obvious pain and helplessness in his voice, as if he was completely disappointed in Sikong Yun.

Upon hearing this, Sikong Yun's face instantly turned as pale as paper. He knew that he had completely lost his position as the head of the family.

He stood up slowly, with resentment and anger flashing in his eyes. He glared at Lei Tingyi and Uncle Zhong fiercely, then turned and left.

Seeing this, Ling Jiuan spoke coldly, with unquestionable majesty in her voice.

"Want to leave? It's not that easy!"

The next moment, the Chiyu sword in her hand seemed to come to life. It flew out with a whoosh, like a red lightning, accurately blocking Sikong Yun's way.

Sikong Yun's face changed drastically. He widened his eyes and looked at the Chiyu Sword in front of him in disbelief.

"Ling Jiuan, what do you want to do?"

Sikong Yun tried to remain calm, but there was still a slight tremor in his voice, and he was obviously shocked by this sudden change.

Ling Jiuan looked at him coldly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Sikong Yun, you have done so many wrong things, and you still want to walk away? Today, I will enforce justice on behalf of heaven and eliminate the harm for Juling City!"

Her voice was firm and powerful, and every word was like a hammer, hitting Sikong Yun's heart.

Upon hearing this, Sikong Yun's expression became even uglier.

He knew that he had no way to escape today.

He stared at Ling Jiuan closely, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

In the end, he just lowered his head weakly and sighed.

"Well, since I can't escape, let me die under the Akabane sword."

Sikong Yun murmured to himself, with obvious despair and helplessness in his voice.

He knew that he had completely failed.

When Ling Jiuan heard this, a cold smile appeared on his face.

The Akabane sword in her hand seemed to sense her emotions, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, making a crisp sound.

The next moment, she moved and pounced towards Sikong Yun like a red lightning. The Chiyu Sword, with its sharp sword energy, went straight to Sikong Yun's vital points.

At the critical moment, a ruthless look flashed in Sikong Yun's eyes. He knew that he had no way to escape, and he even wanted to make a last-ditch struggle and take Ling Jiuan with him to die.

He waved his hand violently, and a fierce palm wind attacked Ling Jiuan.

However, Ling Jiuan reacted extremely quickly. She sneered, and with a light move, she easily avoided Sikong Yun's attack.

There was a hint of disdain and mockery in her eyes, as if she was looking at a dying clown.

"Sikong Yun, do you think you still have a chance?"

Ling Jiuan spoke coldly, with unquestionable majesty in her voice.

The next moment, the Red Feather Sword in her hand flew out again, like a red lightning, going straight to Sikong Yun's vital point.

The Chiyu Sword, with its sharp sword energy, instantly pierced through Sikong Yun's body.

He stared at the scene in disbelief with his eyes wide open.

Then, his body slowly fell down and finally fell to the ground, motionless.

Chang Qing is dead, Sikong Yun is dead, and all the mess in Juling City has come to an end.