The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

Seeing the young master's right hand fall off, the surrounding generals immediately rushed forward, trying to take him back.

But Song Chaoge raised his sword and swung it in front of him. With a snap, everyone was flung away by the sword energy, slamming into the surrounding walls with a dull thud. In an instant, painful groans rang out one after another.

"Yan Tianming, stop struggling." Song Chaoge's voice was as clear and powerful as an icy blade in the chaos. "You only dared to act recklessly before because you had Huo Cheng, a master in the Spiritual Transformation Stage, with you. But with these little soldiers and generals around you, you think you can hurt me and snatch people from me? Dream on!"

After saying this, he raised his sword again: "I ask you again, are you willing to get out of Beichen, return the property to the people, and never come back!?"

Under Song Chaoge's questioning, Yan Tianming's face turned pale as paper. He opened his mouth hesitantly, but didn't know how to respond.

"It seems you don't want your son's left hand anymore."

Yan Tianming's heart sank, and a flicker of fear flashed in his eyes. He stepped back slightly, his eyes unconsciously glancing in Yan Dongsheng's direction. His son had already lost one hand; he couldn't let the other one go too!

"Yes! Yes! Calm down!" Yan Tianming quickly agreed. He tried to make his voice sound calm, but in fact, his voice was trembling because of the panic in his heart.

"But the sun will set in less than half an hour. Even if I leave, you'll at least let me tend to the wounds of my son and the other guests, and draft the memorial regarding the transfer of positions. I can leave tomorrow, right?"

"Okay." Song Chaoge put down his sword. "Then I'll give you one more night. Tomorrow morning, get out of Beichen immediately!"

Yan Tianming closed his eyes, his inner struggle surging like a tide. Although he was extremely reluctant, he was powerless to resist. He nodded slowly, his voice hoarse: "I promise you, I will leave early tomorrow morning."

But soon, Song Chaoge realized another problem: "But you are always cunning. What if you lie to me?"

Yan Tianming's heart tightened, and he quickly defended himself: "Song Xia, you also said that none of us here are your match. If you are worried, how about staying at your house tonight and watching me pack my things and write my resignation letter?"

Seeing Yan Tianming give in, Song Chaoge's eyes darkened: "Alright, let's arrange it as you said."

Soon, Song Chaoge and his companions were arranged to live in the most luxurious courtyard of the Yan Mansion. The courtyard was very large, with six rooms, which was just right for them.

Dusk gradually fell, and the night sky, like a piece of dark blue silk, quietly covered the Yan Mansion.

Yan Dongsheng, whose wound had been bandaged, lay on the bed, his face pale. The pain was as piercing as a knife. He screamed in pain, and the sound echoed throughout the courtyard.

This made Yan Tianming and Madam Yan very distressed. Madam Yan's eyes were filled with tears, and she wandered around the bed at a loss.

"Master," she sobbed, her voice trembling, "Are you really going to listen to that Song Chaoge and move out tomorrow? Wouldn't all our Yan family's hard work be wasted?" She wiped her tears unconsciously, her face filled with heartache and resentment. "And look at Dongsheng. They've made him look like a ghost, not a human. Are you going to avenge him?!"

Yan Tianming stood by the window, staring at the night sky, his fists clenched, his knuckles white, as if he was suppressing his inner anger and anxiety. He turned and said, "One should never go back on one's word. If they can still see tomorrow's sunrise, then I will leave tomorrow. But if they can't... then they are unlucky."

Hearing this, Yan Dongsheng quickly raised his head from the bed and said with difficulty, "Dad! Did you hire another expert? Do you have any other tricks up your sleeve?"

Yan Tianming shook his head: "It's not that we invited other masters, but that we used them back."

"Huh?" Yan Dongsheng was instantly disappointed. His body unconsciously lost strength, and the expression on his face changed from expectation to disappointment. "Are they still useful? Besides, Huo Cheng's soul has been shattered by the beating, and he can't exert any strength at all. As for the three from the Gumeng Clan, I feel like they're pretty useless. They can't help us at all, and they cost us so much money."

"Waste?" Yan Tianming sneered, a cunning glint in his eyes. "In reality, their level is indeed not that good, but in dreams, they are the strongest."

He approached Yan Dongsheng and whispered, his tone tinged with excitement, "Don't forget, they're from the Gumeng Clan. I heard that Wan Jinan gave them elixirs to lower their power, but the effect is only effective for six hours. Later, when they all fall asleep and the effect wears off, I'll have them create dreams for those bastards and put them into eternal sleep."

At this moment, the atmosphere in the room seemed to become solemn and tense. The night light poured in through the curtains, casting shadows on the faces of the two people.

Yes, Yan Dongsheng almost forgot that Dream is the home ground of the Gumeng Clan!

The Gumeng Clan's greatest skill is to trap dreamers in dreams. Whether it's a sweet dream or a nightmare, as long as they can't escape the dream, they will be trapped within, their spiritual energy being drained away bit by bit by the dreamer until their body is completely destroyed.

Suddenly, there were two knocks on the door, and the dull sound echoed in the quiet room. Then, three members of the Gumeng Clan dressed in black robes slowly walked in. Their faces appeared dark and blurry in the candlelight, and their eyes revealed a hint of indifference and determination.

"Young Master," they bowed their heads respectfully, their voices low, as if emanating from the abyss. "Our strength is gradually recovering, and we'll attack in an hour. But our capabilities are limited, with only three of us. The enemy has five... Right now, we can only target three. Which three do you choose?"

Yan Dongsheng sat on the edge of the bed, his face pale... He gritted his teeth and said, "Of course, we have to choose three strong ones! Song Chaoge must die, and that Wan Jinan is their peak master and very powerful. As for the remaining one..."

Suddenly, one of them suggested, "Why don't we choose Yan Chuan? Looking at Yan Chuan's cultivation today, he seems to be at the Golden Core stage. Why don't we choose him?"

"No." Yan Dongsheng stopped him immediately. "Although Yan Chuan is powerful, he was seriously injured in the battle with Huo Cheng today. I don't think he can cause any trouble. But that Jiang Yingxue... she is beautiful, but she has a vicious heart. Not only did she let Binglong hurt Huo Cheng today, she also threatened me with a sword at my neck! In my opinion, this person should not be underestimated. She may be more terrifying than Yan Chuan. Kill her."