The horse-drawn carriage came to a gentle stop in front of the Jiang Residence’s main gate. Leaning out from the carriage, Ye Anping handed a small bag of spirit stones to the coachman, then hopped off the carriage, extending a hand to assist Pei Lengxue in descending.

“Wife, be careful,” he reminded her.

“Okay,” Pei Lengxue nodded slightly, hesitating for a moment before softly thanking him, “Thank you, husband.”

Together, they ascended the stone steps leading to the Jiang Residence’s main entrance. An elderly janitor, who appeared to have seen many years, squinted at Ye Anping for a moment before his expression suddenly brightened upon noticing the jade pendant hanging from Ye Anping’s waist.

“Young Master Jiang?!” the janitor exclaimed.

Ye Anping paused, trying to recall the old man’s name. However, since the Dragon-Slaying Society was merely a minor force in the Chi Dragon Mansion event, he couldn’t remember it offhand. Nevertheless, he hesitantly called out, “Uncle Lin?”

“Oh my! Young Master Jiang!” The old man enthusiastically patted Ye Anping’s shoulder and wore a beaming smile. “It’s been seven or eight years since I last saw you. I can’t believe you still remember this old servant. I remember carrying you and buying candied haws together when you were just a child. And now you’ve grown so tall!”

Remarkably, he guessed correctly. Ye Anping smiled, nodding, “I received a letter and rushed back immediately. My father…”

“The Master passed away a month ago,” the janitor confirmed. “Originally, we were planning to wait for your return before the funeral. My condolences.”

“Yeah,” Ye Anping replied somberly.

“Oh dear, I forgot to mention. Young Master, please wait here for a moment. The branch hall masters are currently in the main hall. Let me call them out to greet you.”

With that, the old man leaned his broom against the doorframe and, despite his frail gait, pushed open the doors of the residence. He signaled a younger servant to go inside and inform the branch hall masters of Ye Anping’s arrival.

Ye Anping didn’t immediately enter the residence. He was well aware of the current situation within the Dragon-Slaying Society. After Jiang Tianfeng’s death, the branch hall master, Hua Qinyu, had plotted to seize control of the society and sideline Jiang Yu, who had been marginalized even in the game’s storyline.

In the game, Jiang Yu was indeed a marginalized young master. Furthermore, during the Chi Dragon Mansion event, he witnessed the boss battle between Feng Yudie and Li Feng, getting crushed beneath a giant boulder as a result.

As far as Ye Anping could recall, Jiang Yu had cultivation at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, and he was accompanied by several early stage Foundation Establishment bodyguards. Regardless of whether it was for the sake of the Dragon-Slaying Society or his own convenience, Hua Qinyu needed to be dealt with.

After waiting for a while, the servant who had gone inside to deliver the message came running back out, looking concerned. He bowed to Ye Anping and said, “Young Master Jiang, Branch Hall Master Hua requests your presence inside.”

“Shouldn’t she come out to greet me?” Ye Anping asked.

“Well…” The servant hesitated for a moment.

“Never mind. Wife, let’s go.”

Ye Anping sighed, shaking his head. He then gave a meaningful look to his junior sister before lifting his robe and crossing the threshold.

Pei Lengxue nodded and without a word, she retrieved her spirit sword from her storage pouch, holding it in her right hand.

“Hmm!”

The servant who had delivered the message earlier saw this and his face filled with fear, but he dared not say anything. He quickly caught up to them and led the way.

The Jiang Residence had three main courtyards and nine smaller courtyards. After walking nearly a hundred steps, Ye Anping and Pei Lengxue arrived at the main hall of the Jiang Residence. Ye Anping immediately scanned the room with his spiritual sense.

Just as he remembered, the highest cultivation level among the people there was only at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

His gaze finally settled on Hua Qinyu, who sat in the main seat. Seeing the sly smile on her face, Ye Anping smiled back politely.

However, when he noticed the black-clad man standing beside Hua Qinyu, his smile disappeared once again.

Isn’t that his sworn brother, Big Brother Zhuang?

What a coincidence.

It seems he’ll have to put in a bit more effort when it comes to dealing with Hua Qinyu.

Ye Anping stood outside the main hall for a moment, then retrieved his spirit sword from his storage pouch and stepped across the threshold. At the same time, he raised the jade pendant hanging from his waist with his left hand, showing it to the others.

The Dragon-Slaying Society’s branch masters, watching Ye Anping entering with his sword drawn, were also filled with astonishment. Several of them hastily used their spiritual senses to scan him and couldn’t believe that he had reached the Foundation Establishment stage. As far as they knew, when Jiang Yu was sent to train under Immortal Yunshi at the age of three, he had only reached the fifth or sixth level of Body Tempering by the time he returned at the age of eight. It had only been seven or eight years, and not only had he reached Foundation Establishment, but his demeanor had completely changed.

Hua Qinyu’s expression turned even worse when she saw Ye Anping’s sword. She asked, “Young Master Jiang, what is the meaning of this?”

“We’re here to clean house,” Ye Anping replied tersely.

With that, he pointed his spirit sword at Hua Qinyu and kept a watchful eye on Zhuang, who stood by her side, carefully observing his reaction.

After all, the only person in the room who could pose a threat to him and his junior sister was Zhuang Hu.

Zhuang Hu, on the other hand, felt like he was in a dream when he saw the familiar face.

The store owner that he met on the Profound Star Sect, Jiang Ziya.

The young master of the Hundred Lotus Sect, Ye Anping.

Now, there was another one, the young master from the Dragon-Slaying Society, Jiang Yu.

Were they triplets from different mothers and fathers?

Zhuang’s gaze paused on Ye Anping for a moment, then he looked at Pei Lengxue who was following closely behind him.

In the past, that little girl effortlessly killed “Second Brother” and “Fifth Brother,” who were both at the Foundation Establishment stage, with only her cultivation at the Qi Refining stage.

Now that she had reached Foundation Establishment herself, it might be a difficult fight if he went all out. Furthermore, there were the other two triplets, and there was a powerful figure behind them. He couldn’t afford to provoke them.

“… …”

Hua Qinyu regained her composure and hastily asked, “Young Master Jiang, what do you mean by ‘cleaning house’?”

“You know exactly what I mean,” Ye Anping replied.

He glanced around at the other branch hall masters, who looked bewildered. After hesitating for a moment, he continued, “Since my father’s passing, you’ve taken all the profitable businesses within the society under your Seven Fragrance Hall. You’ve certainly enjoyed yourself. What do the other branch hall masters have to say about it?”

He then looked at one of them, a man with a scar on his face, and added, “Branch Master Chen, the cloth business in Du Chun City was originally under your control. What about now?”

Then he looked towards another man who looked like a scholar and said, “Branch Master Xu, you had three painting boats by the riverside, and they were all manned by your own crew. What about now?”

… …

After addressing each of them individually, Ye Anping turned back to Hua Qinyu and asked, “Father really made a mistake in judgment, leaving the livelihood of the society in the hands of a greedy person like you! You’ve completely forgotten Father’s kindness towards you. ”

Listening to these words, Hua Qinyu’s face turned ashen. It was only now that she realized “Jiang Yu” was not joking around. Since it had come to this…

She gritted her teeth and was about to speak when “Jiang Yu” softly called out, “Wife, make your move.”

The black-haired girl standing behind him instantly appeared in front of Hua Qinyu. Her speed was so fast that it rivaled the teleportation abilities of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Hua Qinyu widened her eyes in disbelief and was about to exclaim when a clanging sound rang out, and sparks flew just an inch from her neck.

Beside her, Zhuang Hu immediately pulled out a short sword from his storage pouch and intercepted the strike for her.

However, before Hua Qinyu could finish scolding Zhuang Hu, Pei Lengxue immediately adjusted her sword’s trajectory and swung it towards Zhuang Hu’s neck.

A burst of white light appeared, and six sword shadows materialized in mid-air.

But what surprised Pei Lengxue was that even though her sword hadn’t made contact with Zhuang Hu yet, he was sent flying as if he had been struck by something. He flew rapidly towards the nearby wall.

Hua Qinyu’s eyes widened with shock as she witnessed a late Foundation Establishment stage cultivator being sent flying by the young girl’s strike.

“What?!” Hua Qinyu exclaimed in disbelief.

However, before she could finish her sentence, Pei Lengxue had regained her composure. Her eyes were gentle as she looked at Hua Qinyu, and she raised her spirit sword once again.

Swish!

Blood splattered seven feet high and left a vivid red mark on a painting hanging on the main hall’s wall.