Bloody Kyoto

After Zhao Renlou, the patriarch, dressed neatly, he went out the door, while the other uncles continued to curse Yunze with great enthusiasm, using all sorts of spells.

At this moment, Yun Ze in the Yun Mansion felt a headache, chest pain, and leg pain. His whole body felt as if it was being repeatedly pounded with a heavy hammer, the pain penetrating to the bone.

Zhao Moyan calculated the time and left the house half an hour later, heading straight for the Yun family.

Upon arriving at the Yun family's residence, after dealing with a few minor enemies, he kicked open the door to Yun Ze's bedroom. An attack came at him, but he dodged to the side.

Even though Yunze was in so much pain that he wanted to die, he still endured the pain and unleashed a wind blade the moment Zhao Moyan kicked the door.

"Zhao Moyan, what do you want to do!" he asked through gritted teeth.

Zhao Moyan stepped forward, his face as cold as ice, "Naturally, I've come to retrieve the wind power of my Zhao family ancestor."

Yunze's heart skipped a beat. Retrieve it? Did he know that the heart was the key to regaining his abilities?

Who told him?

Is it the emperor?

Or perhaps it's Han Yueze and someone from another world?

While he was making wild guesses, Zhao Moyan was also thinking about how to regain the ancestor's power.

Although they knew how Huo Yunxia was murdered, those people did not obtain the power; only Zheng Jiaojiao did.

So, what exactly did Zheng Jiaojiao do?

I can't figure it out in a short time, so let's just disable it first and then study it slowly.

Having made his decision, he acted swiftly, but Yunze rolled away to dodge his attack.

Zhao Moyan continued his attack. At the critical moment, Yunze's pain seemed to disappear, and he immediately transformed into a tornado that destroyed the entire house.

Zhao Moyan was immediately covered in multiple wounds, inflicted by the wind blades in the gale.

Having just used his lightness skill to leave the area ravaged by the gale and regain his footing, he discovered that the gale was chasing after him.

Left with no other choice, they continued to flee to other places, but no matter how they fled, they could not escape Yunfu.

He knew that once he left the Yun residence, if Yun Ze chased after him, it would inevitably implicate the people.

The strong winds blowing over the Yun family's house attracted the attention of the people on the street, who fled in fear.

After following Zhao Laozu to the gate of Jingzhao Prefecture, Han Yueze looked up in the direction of the Yun family and said quietly, "Your Zhao family's prodigy is in danger."

Because Jingzhao Prefecture was some distance from the Yun family, Old Ancestor Zhao did not notice the commotion above the Yun family's residence for the time being.

Upon hearing this, he immediately glanced in the direction of the Yun family, and then... his expression changed drastically. He lifted his robe and ran away like a child.

"I'll leave Rongyuan in Han's care."

Han Yueze looked in the direction of the Yun family, his expression serious. Finally, he sighed deeply and walked into the Jingzhao Prefecture.

You always have to pay for the sins you commit.

Impatient, Elder Yun pulled out Zhao Rongyuan with a flick of his hand.

He grabbed his neck tightly, "Looks like no one in your Zhao family thinks highly of you either."

Wang Xiangyang, who was standing guard outside the door despite his injuries, saw that his master's face was turning blue from being choked, and he mustered up his courage to shout:

"Ancestor Yun, please calm down. The young master of the Zhao family has promised to lift the curse, but it will take time."

Upon hearing this, Ancestor Yun was even more enraged. Although he was not familiar with the art of curses, he knew that most spells were similar.

If someone else were to remove the curse, it might take a lot of time, but if the person who cast the curse does it, it's much less troublesome.

Even knowing this, he still waited for so long.

But Yunze still didn't come to find him, which meant that the curse on Yunze hadn't been lifted at all.

The Zhao family is stalling for time.

Thinking this, he increased the pressure on his hand, and Zhao Rongyuan's face not only turned bluish-purple, but blood also flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Ancestor Yun, perhaps the curse on Patriarch Yun has been lifted, but Patriarch Yun hasn't come yet," Wang Xiangyang said anxiously.

Upon hearing this, Elder Yun loosened his grip slightly; that was indeed a possibility.

Thinking that he had let go of Zhao Rongyuan, he brought him up again.

"Then I will go back and see if the Zhao family has kept their promise."

Zhao Rongyuan had just been liberated and hadn't recovered at all when he was suddenly lifted into the air, coughing incessantly.

Wang Xiangyang was unaware of the Zhao family's plans, and therefore did not intend to stop Old Ancestor Yun from returning to the Yun family.

He could only follow silently behind. If the Zhao family didn't keep their promise and Elder Yun wanted to kill his master, he would risk his life to stop them.

As soon as Ancestor Yun carried Zhao Rongyuan out of the back office, he saw Han Yueze coming towards him.

He was taken aback, then gritted his teeth and asked, "Brother Han, what brings you here?"

Han Yueze pointed to Zhao Rongyuan, whom he was carrying, and said, "The rules of the reclusive family forbid them from killing each other."

Upon hearing this, Ancestor Yun disregarded the fact that the person in front of him was Han Yueze, whom he feared greatly, and immediately spat out a spit.

"If we're talking about violations, it was the Zhao family who violated the rules first, secretly cursing my Yun family."

"I wonder if Elder Han is aware of this matter?"

"I know," Han Yueze nodded, "but there's nothing we can do about it, because the Zhao family has enough reasons."

Upon hearing this, Ancestor Yun became even angrier, "What a load of rubbish! He's just helping people from another world."

"Wind, take it back." Han Yueze uttered these three words lightly. Ancestor Yun fell silent, but his eyes turned blood red, staring at Han Yueze as if he wanted to devour him.

After a long while, he laughed and said, "Brother Han, who can prove that Feng belongs to the Yun family?"

Han Yueze's expression shifted slightly, his gaze towards Elder Yun revealing disappointment; he dared to do it but dared not take responsibility.

"I!"

"what!"

Ancestor Yun's smile vanished, and he stared at Han Yueze in astonishment.

Han Yueze repeated, "I said I can prove that Feng belongs to the Yun family."

"How can you prove it?" Ancestor Yun was unconvinced. At most, he could only guess, but he had no actual evidence.

After all, he and he weren't even born when that happened.

Han Yueze extended a white, jade-like finger and pointed it at her eyes.

"I saw it with my own eyes."

"Impossible!" Elder Yun roared. "You're the same age as me, and you weren't even born back then."

"The painting that Zhu Yihua painted was something I told him about," Han Yueze revealed another shocking truth.

“You…” Ancestor Yun’s eyes gradually filled with panic as he looked at Han Yueze. “You, who exactly are you!”

In the past, Han Yueze was considered a genius among geniuses by his peers, inspiring both fear and admiration.

They knew he was exceptionally skilled and powerful, but they didn't know he also possessed... the ability to peer through the ages.

The Yun family patriarch uttered a soul-stirring question in his heart.

Is he really human?

Han Yueze did not answer him. He raised his hand and hooked Zhao Rongyuan away from Yun Laozu's grasp, bringing him to his side.

With a gentle touch, Zhao Rongyuan regained his balance. Seeing this, Wang Xiangyang quickly stepped forward and helped him sit down on the steps to the side.

As if remembering something, he bowed to Han Yueze and said, "Thank you, Ancestor Han."

Han Yueze tilted his head and nodded slightly, then looked at Ancestor Yun, "The sins committed will eventually have to be repaid."