Chapter 3034 — Why Have You Come?

"N-nothing... it's nothing..." Little Peach Blossom shook her head and said, "Young Sect Master, we really did break up peacefully..." "Is that so? Good, then I'll summon Kang Jingming here for a confrontation! Let's see just what game the two of you have been playing!" Tianchan said coldly. "No... Young Sect Master, then I'll tell you the truth—please don't... don't hold him to account, all right?" Little Peach Blossom said in a fluster. "Go on, let's hear the situation," Tianchan said mildly. "It's like this..." Little Peach Blossom naturally dared not hide anything from Tianchan, and so she told her the whole affair with Kang Jingming. Tianchan's brows knitted tighter and tighter as she listened, and inwardly she cursed Kang Jingming as no good thing, an ingrate who forgot his benefactors—but there was nothing to be done. Tianchan did not wish to offend Patriarch Xuanchen over such a trifle; after all, Kang Jingming was now the Patriarch's disciple, and moreover the only man in the Xuandan Sect capable of refining the Marrow-Cleansing Bone-Transforming Pill. Unless it were a grave matter, Tianchan truly could not well punish him! Yet at the same time, Tianchan felt a measure of relief. She had never wanted Little Peach Blossom and Kang Jingming together in the first place, but Little Peach Blossom had set her heart on loving Kang Jingming, and she could not stand in the way. Now that they had broken up, so much the better. So she said, "Little Peach Blossom, if you've broken up, then you've broken up. From now on, you'll stay at my side as before." "Ah? Young Sect Master, at your side—aren't there already Tianxi and the others..." Little Peach Blossom said, slightly taken aback. "Tianxi's main task is cultivation; the trivial matters will still be yours to handle," Tianchan said. "As for your engagement to Kang Jingming, I'll announce its cancellation shortly. You needn't fret over this any longer." "Ah! Thank you, Young Sect Master..." Little Peach Blossom was overcome with gratitude, her heart now wholly pledged to Tianchan—and at the same time she felt herself a fool for having believed Kang Jingming's words... And so Kang Jingming and Little Peach Blossom dissolved their engagement in a peaceful manner. Patriarch Xuanchen merely asked a question or two, and Kang Jingming answered vaguely, and he asked no more. He did not care about such things, nor did he consider betrayal and faithlessness anything shameful. Little One and Little Eleven had made their preparations as well. The two of them packed up and, travel-stained, set off for East Sea City. The Sun family residence stood in a small town not far from East Sea City, and one had to pass through East Sea City and change trains there. Little One did not drive too fast—after all, there was an invalid in the car. Though this invalid had once been a cultivator, he was now gravely ill and could not withstand rough handling; Little One truly feared the man might be jolted to death on the road. At last, after dozens of hours of long journeying, Little One brought the car to a stop before the gates of the Sun family villa. "Is this the secular Sun family?" Little One asked aloud after getting out of the car. The secular Sun family was a distinguished clan in these parts. Especially after joining Wei Zhao's Cultivators' Association, their status had risen, and now even the hidden families did not dare lightly provoke the Suns—which had, in turn, fostered Old Master Sun's haughty temper. Hearing someone shouting loudly at the gate, how could he let it pass? So Old Master Sun said to Sun Gangjin, Sun Yikai's father, "Gangjin, go out and see who dares to make such an uproar at our gate. Does he have a death wish?" "Yes, Father!" Sun Gangjin nodded and strode out of the Sun residence. Arriving at the gate, he saw a young man of about thirty standing there shouting, and Sun Gangjin smiled coldly. "Since you know this is the secular Sun family, and still you make such a racket here—do you have a death wish?" "Is Sun Jingyan here?" Little One had no patience for idle talk with Sun Gangjin. In his eyes, Sun Gangjin was no more than an ant—to say one word more to him would be a waste of breath! If not for Patriarch Xuanchen's instruction that no one in the Sun family was to die, lest it draw the displeasure of Wei Zhao and White Collar, Little One would have struck already. "Just who are you, coming to the Sun family to make trouble? Sun Jingyan is the wife of Wei Zhao, chairman of the Cultivators' Association—is her name yours to utter?" Sun Gangjin jabbed a finger at Little One and said furiously. "Blathering on and on—go die!" Before Little One could say anything, Little Eleven, who had just stepped out of the car, lost patience. She waved a hand, and a gust of fierce wind swept past; Sun Gangjin gave a miserable scream and fell to the ground, a thread of blood seeping from his mouth... "Little Junior Sister, don't kill him!" Little One was startled and hastily warned her. "Relax, he won't die—just crippled," Little Eleven said indifferently. "Come on, since this man won't talk, we'll go in and find her ourselves. Blathering on and on, so much nonsense, annoying as hell!" With that, Little Eleven stepped forward and planted her foot directly on Sun Gangjin's chest. Sun Gangjin screamed again, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted dead away. Without a pill like the Great Return Pill, Sun Gangjin clearly would not live; for he could not heal himself, and unless Old Master Sun intervened, even if he recovered he would be a cripple for life. Little One was himself quite ruthless, but seeing Little Eleven's savagery now, he had to admit he could not match her. This junior sister of his had a heart far too cruel—having crippled the man like that, she still had to tread on him. Sun Gangjin's screams naturally drew the attention of the Sun household. Old Master Sun sensed instinctively that something was wrong, and so he ran toward the gate with Sun Jingyan. In his view, however, once Wei Zhao's name was invoked, the other party ought to restrain themselves; after all, Wei Zhao's fame now resounded throughout the hidden families, and many even at the ancient level knew of him. But before Old Master Sun and Sun Jingyan could get out, Little One and Little Eleven came to meet them. At the sight of Sun Jingyan, Little Eleven's eyes lit up, and she said directly to Little One, "Eldest Senior Brother, you deal with that old geezer; I'll handle Sun Jingyan!" "Fine!" To Little One, dealing with Old Master Sun was a mere lift of the hand. He waved casually, and Old Master Sun, without even a word, collapsed unconscious! As for the other servants of the Sun family, seeing how formidable the intruders were, none dared make a sound, and all instinctively hid themselves away! Though the Sun family was a cultivation clan, it differed from ordinary cultivators: there were no powerful cultivators here—and of course, even if there had been, they would never have been a match for Little One and Little Eleven. What caliber of fighters were these two? If Patriarch Xuanchen had not considered Tagan Long so very important, he would never have sent Little One in person—why use an ox cleaver to kill a chicken? To deal with a secular Sun family, sending Little Ten and Little Eleven together would have sufficed; but Patriarch Xuanchen feared mishaps, and so dispatched Little One. "You... why have you come again?" Sun Jingyan naturally recognized the people before her—these two had once come to make trouble for her and Wei Zhao! To be continued.