Rebirth of Jinxuan

Xue Liang's rapid change of expression stunned Lan Yue, Tan Tong'en, and Mo Chenfan.

Immediately, an unnamed anger surged up.

Lan Yue was the first to attack, rushing to Xue Liang in one stride, grabbing his beard and yanking it hard, "You corrupt official, where did your arrogance go?" Xue Liang cried out in pain.

Tan Tongen was not to be outdone. He stepped forward, grabbed Xue Liang's eyebrow, and pulled hard, saying, "How dare you be disrespectful to our Lady Lu! You're tired of living!" Xue Liang was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face, but he dared not resist.

Mo Chenfan went straight for it, grabbing Xue Liang's hair and slapping him twice across the face. "You snobbish jerk!" Xue Liang saw stars and mumbled incoherently, "Spare me...spare me..."

Master Wei watched all of this with indifference, without taking any action to stop it.

The young prince, Hua Heng, silently turned his head away, unable to bear to look any longer.

Just then, several guards rushed up...

The guards rushed forward, trying to pull Lan Yue, Tan Tong'en, and Mo Chenfan apart.

But the three of them were burning with rage and were not about to give up easily.

Lan Yue was incredibly agile, like an eel, and the guards couldn't catch her at all.

While nimbly dodging the guards' attempts to capture her, she continued to tug at Xue Liang's beard.

Tan Tongen charged around like a bull, knocking several guards off balance.

Mo Chenfan used both fists and feet, each move ruthless, and several guards were beaten black and blue.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Xue Liang scrambled out of the crowd. He was now dressed in rags, his hair disheveled, and his face covered in bruises. He was no longer the arrogant man he had been before.

He hid awkwardly behind Master Wei, trembling with fear.

Just then, a childish voice rang out: "Master Qingfeng!" Lu Yuhang ran out from the crowd and threw himself into Qingfeng's arms.

Qingfeng glanced at Master Wei subconsciously, but Master Wei did not notice what was happening here.

But the young prince Hua Heng's gaze fell on Lu Yuhang. His pupils contracted sharply, his face turned deathly pale, and his lips trembled as he murmured in a voice barely audible to himself, "Zhang... Zhang Yuxi..." Then, he abruptly raised his head, pointed at Lu Yuhang, and said in a trembling voice, "He... he is..."

Upon hearing the name "Zhang Yuxi," Qingfeng felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his entire body trembling.

He shoved Lu Yuhang away abruptly, his figure flashed, and he instantly flew back several feet, landing on the roof of the alchemy hall, watching everyone warily.

The sudden change stunned everyone present.

Master Wei frowned, looking at Qingfeng with a puzzled expression. "Master Qingfeng, what is the meaning of this?" Muwei sighed helplessly, rubbing his forehead. "This guy, he's back to his old ways again..."

Lu Jinxuan was completely bewildered and had no idea what had happened.

She tried to go forward and ask, but was blocked by the chaotic crowd.

Lan Yue and Mo Chenfan were still locked in combat with the guards and couldn't spare a moment to themselves.

Upon hearing the words of the young prince Hua Heng, Tan Tong'en first scoffed disdainfully, "Zhang Yuxi? Who's that? Never heard of him." But seeing the well-trained guards rendered powerless like children in front of Lan Yue and Mo Chenfan, a bad premonition rose in his heart.

The young prince Hua Heng pointed at Lu Yuhang, his voice trembling even more violently, "He...he is Zhang Yuxi's son!" These words caused an uproar throughout the hall.

All eyes were on Lu Yuhang.

Lu Yuhang was so frightened by this sudden turn of events that he stood frozen in place, at a loss for what to do.

Qingfeng stood on the rooftop, his gaze sharp and intense, staring intently at Lu Yuhang as if trying to see right through him.

He slowly raised his right hand, and a powerful surge of spiritual energy gathered in his palm...

"Wait!" Master Wei suddenly spoke up, "Qingfeng, what are you doing?"

Qingfeng stood on the rooftop, the spiritual energy in his palm slowly dissipating.

He took a deep breath and realized he had overreacted.

This child is only seven or eight years old. Even if he really is that monster's son, so what?

He glanced at the pale-faced young prince Hua Heng below and sighed inwardly.

The events of that year were complicated and complex; this child was also a pitiful person.

He said in a deep voice, "Seventh Master Wei, I was in a moment of panic just now, please forgive me. I only learned about this child's affair with the Demon King recently. However, if His Majesty the Spirit Emperor intends to harm this child, I will risk my old life to protect him!"

Meanwhile, in the shadows of another rooftop, a pair of scarlet eyes watched all of this unfold.

Zhang Yuxi, the Crimson Serpent Demon King, stood there quietly, as if blending into the night.

He looked at Lu Yuhang, who was surrounded by the crowd, and felt a mix of emotions.

This child is his only bloodline, his only concern in this world.

He intended to observe secretly, but he never expected that Qingfeng already knew their identities.

The appearance of Emperor Ling, Master Wei, set off alarm bells in his mind.

If they were surrounded, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He had to find a way to take the astronaut away.

Master Wei's gaze darted back and forth between Qingfeng and Lu Yuhang, his eyes deep and unfathomable, making it impossible to fathom his thoughts.

He spoke slowly, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger, "Oh? Master Qingfeng, are you sure you want to oppose me for the sake of a prodigal son?"

Qingfeng met Wei Qiye's gaze without flinching, his tone firm, "All I know is that he is still a child. If Your Majesty insists..."

Before Qingfeng could finish speaking, Master Wei flashed like a ghost, instantly appearing in front of Qingfeng. "I..."

Master Wei moved with lightning speed; before his afterimage had even faded, his true form was already in front of Qingfeng.

Although Qingfeng was prepared, he was still shocked by Wei Qiye's speed.

He was confident in his profound cultivation and thought he might be able to compete with Master Wei, but he never expected that Master Wei would be so close in the blink of an eye.

An overwhelming surge of spiritual power swept over him. Qingfeng felt a tightness in his chest, and a mouthful of blood gushed out. He was thrown out like a kite with a broken string and crashed heavily onto the square in front of the alchemy hall.

"Master Qingfeng!" Lu Yuhang exclaimed, trying to rush over, but Lan Yue held him tightly. "Yuhang, don't go! It's too dangerous!"

Qingfeng struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Master Wei with a determined gaze. "Your Majesty, I said I'm going to protect this child!" He took a deep breath, mustered his inner energy, and faced Master Wei again.

Master Wei snorted coldly, "Overestimating yourself!" He formed his five fingers into a claw and grabbed at the air, sending a sharp palm wind straight toward Qingfeng's face.

Qingfeng knew he was no match for them, but he still didn't dodge or evade. He shouted, "Yuhang, run up the mountain! Quickly!"

Lu Yuhang remained motionless, his small face filled with a murderous expression as he stared intently at Master Wei, without uttering a word.

Seeing this, Muwei was extremely anxious and shouted, "Qingfeng, are you crazy!" He flashed forward, trying to rush over, but was forced back by Master Wei's second palm strike.

As Qingfeng saw Master Wei's palm strike approaching, he knew he was doomed. He slowly closed his eyes, awaiting death.

"Yuhang... hurry..."

"Stop!" A deep voice, carrying an undeniable authority, resounded throughout the entire alchemy hall.