The protagonist committed numerous evil deeds.

"Mother, I..."

Before Jiang Xunzhi could speak, An Qian turned her back to him.

"Go quickly! Jiang Xunzhi, from now on, you only need to live for yourself. We expected the Jiang family to end up like this, so don't think about revenge."

"mother……"

Jiang Xun stepped forward, trying to grab An Qian's hand, but was blocked by her spiritual power.

Jiang Xunzhi pounded on this invisible wall, but he couldn't get past it no matter what he did.

"From now on, the Jiang family has nothing to do with you. Get out of here now. If you don't leave by nightfall, I'll have someone knock you out and throw you out."

Jiang Xunzhi stood frozen in place. This seemed to be the first time his mother had ever been angry with him. Before he could say anything, he saw his mother pull his father away.

"Mother! Father! Don't leave me... Mother, please come back! Waaaaah..."

Around the corner, An Qian was crying her eyes out, and Jiang Yanyu stood quietly by her side, handing her a handkerchief.

"I told you not to worry about it, I'd take care of it. Now look what's happened, you're crying."

An Qian kicked Jiang Yanyu in anger: "You're useful. If Xunzhi hadn't barged in today, who knows how long you would have dragged this out."

This time, Jiang Yanyu was speechless.

An Qian wiped her nose hard: "If you want to cry, just cry. This is your son, not the neighbor's son. Stop pretending."

“Speak properly. I am the head of the family, how can I be crying and wailing?”

"Master, it's not like I haven't seen you cry before, and I'm always the one comforting you. Hey, esteemed Master, look, has my son left yet?"

Jiang Yanyu didn't move and replied directly, "No, they're probably still crying over there."

The couple suddenly fell silent, leaning against the wall, motionless, until night fell.

They peered over and watched as the child, who barely reached his father's chest, wiped away his tears, cast a spell to become invisible, and scaled the wall to leave.

"Hey, do you have any more handkerchiefs? Give me another one."

With snot and tears streaming down her face, An Qian couldn't hold back any longer, but after asking around for a long time, no one around her answered.

She turned her head and saw the man next to her sitting on the ground, his head buried in his knees, his whole body trembling with sobs.

An Qian also squatted down, crying as she said, "It's okay, I'm here with you."

Jiang Yanyu looked up at her, and the two adults hugged each other while crying.

The day the Jiang family was wiped out came quickly and without warning.

It was late at night, and the sky was dark, but the entire Jiang residence was brightly lit.

The long banquet was set up outside, and everyone gathered together; not a single person could be found anywhere else in the mansion.

There was no distinction between master and servant at this banquet; everyone mingled and spoke freely.

They've been holding these banquets for several days in a row.

The hall was very noisy, filled with the sounds of children playing, adults eating and chatting, and the clinking of glasses.

A slight creak suddenly came from the door, which was several dozen meters away from the hall.

The slightest noise suddenly silenced the previously noisy environment. People stopped talking, avoided eye contact, and silently drank with their heads down.

Jiang Yanyu looked down at his nephew, who had transformed into his son. This was a child from a collateral branch of the Jiang family who rarely appeared in public because he lacked spiritual roots.

"Are you scared?"

Jiang Xiu's gaze was firm, and he shook his head: "I'm not afraid, Patriarch."

Jiang Yanyu patted his head, stood up, and raised his wine glass: "Jiang Yanyu, the fourteenth head of the Jiang family, assures everyone today that the matter of the Ghost Valley demons has nothing to do with our Jiang family."

The crowd looked at him with flickering eyes.

"But I cannot explain the matter of the demonic artifact to you all, nor can I answer to the world."

The commotion outside grew louder and louder, but everyone seemed frozen in place, staring blankly at Jiang Yanyu.

For so many days, no one dared to bring up the topic, but today the head of the family brought it up himself, and his hopes were dashed.

"Homeowner!"

"Homeowner!"

It cannot be explained, it cannot be accounted for.

Is this the answer the patriarch has given us after all these days? The commotion outside is getting louder and louder; they're probably setting up a trap for them.

"So what should we do now? It's not just demons, it's people who want to kill us, it's the whole world who wants to kill us."

Someone asked a question, and everyone stared expectantly at Jiang Yanyu. Under everyone's gaze, he was momentarily speechless.

An Qian stood up, took his hand, and Jiang Yan drank the wine in one gulp and drew his sword.

“Our Jiang family has always only killed demons and monsters. I’m sure you all don’t want to go against your conscience and kill people to survive. So Jiang Yanyu has no choice but to lead everyone to die together.”

One sentence plunged everyone into hell. No one spoke again, but the outer door burst open, and footsteps could be heard.

Jiang Yanzheng stood up and stretched: "What, is there someone in our family who's afraid of dying?"

An elder of the clan sighed, "How could our family members be afraid of death? We just never expected to die at the hands of humans. Over the past few decades, how many of us have died protecting ordinary people without spiritual power?"

Everyone fell silent; they would rather die at the hands of a demon than at the hands of a human.

At this moment, the Feather Spirit Army also rushed in. The Feather Spirit Army soldiers were all clad in armor, quickly surrounded the people, and then set up a formation.

A masked man walked in slowly, clad in armor, tall and imposing.

"What, have you decided how you want to die?"

The voice was clearly created using magic, making it impossible to recognize.

Everyone stood up and drew their swords, but no one made a move. All eyes in the Jiang family were on Jiang Yanyu.

Only an old man trembled under the table, his eyes closed, his hands clasped together, silently praying.

Jiang Yanzheng pulled his brother to sit down, picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of the food in front of him, and put it in his mouth.

The dish is cold and doesn't taste good at all.

"Jiang Yanyu, does your Jiang family acknowledge the crimes of unsealing Ghost Valley, colluding with demons, and possessing demonic artifacts?"

Jiang Yanyu sat there without answering, while An Qian and Jiang Yanzheng next to him ate their food leisurely.

The masked man drew his sword and threw it at the three of them, but the sword stopped in mid-air.

Jiang Yanyu gestured to the masked man, "Would you like to sit down and have a drink together?"

The masked man clenched his fists, somewhat angrily: "Are you kidding me? Get your facts straight, I'm here to raid your place. When did you...?"

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, but Jiang Yanzheng picked up where he left off.

"You're as bored as I am, aren't you?"

Jiang Yanzheng picked up another bite of food and said to the person with a look of disdain, "Xie Wanzhou, what are you pretending for wearing that lousy mask? Do you think you're so handsome? Who in the world doesn't know that the Feather Spirit Army belongs to your family?"

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances. It was common for prominent families to send their children to the Jiang family for lessons and competitions.

Xie Wanzhou, who was once the future heir of the Xie family, was sent there quite a few times. Later, when the Jiang family moved to Beijing, Xie Wanzhou's relationship with the Jiang family members became even closer.

An Qian laughed and teased, "My silly little brother, couldn't you let him pretend a little longer?"

"Hey, I already told you I'm older than you!"

“I’m your sister-in-law, what’s wrong with me?”

"My brother has no taste."

The two continued their usual bickering, but the others couldn't relax at all.

The scene was extremely eerie, and Xie Wanzhou slowly removed his mask.

"Explanation, Jiang Yanyu! I demand an explanation. So many lives have been lost, including my father's. Is all of this truly the evil you sowed?"

Jiang Yanyu looked at him, and the man roared in grief and indignation, his eyes filled with resentment, struggle, and pain.

"No explanation. It seems you can't finish this meal, so let's finish quickly."

Without a single explanation, Xie Wanzhou's tears welled up, making his struggles over the past few days seem like a joke.

His sword was pointed at Jiang Yanyu: "No explanation needed. Today I will kill you all to avenge my father and all those who died because of you!"