Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1086: Chapter 742: Blade Returned to Sheath, Vengeance Ended

The night was deepening, concealing the Yunxiao Mountain Range in ink-like darkness, yet its majestic silhouette remained undeniable. Under the moonlight, the towering peaks resembled crouching beasts, casting heavy shadows. The cliffs appeared as though carved by an axe, becoming more starkly defined under the moon’s glow, with thin mist enveloping the mountains like a light gauze, adding a touch of mystery to the grandeur.

The forest was tranquil, only the gentle breeze rustling the leaves could be heard.

Ming Yue hung high in the sky, casting a silver sheen, draping the forest in a cool, thin veil.

In the dead of night, a black figure quietly emerged from the woods, with a ghostly silhouette. His toes touched the ground lightly, moving with the agility of a wildcat, swiftly heading towards the Zhang family’s Luyuan’s direction, disappearing into the night in an instant.

Luyuan was the most important enterprise of the Zhang family, with the family estate built right next to it.

Between the two mountains in the valley, pavilions and towers stood still, their outlines made ancient and simple by the moonlight’s drawing. Occasionally the breeze swept by, rustling the spirit leaves as if whispering nocturnal melodies, the entire Zhang estate serene and full of mystical charm.

The black figure gradually appeared before the Zhang family’s gate under the moonlight, clad in black, his face tightly wrapped in a black scarf, revealing only a pair of sharp, falcon-like eyes.

With a keen gaze, he quickly scanned the surroundings, confirming no signs of life before silently infiltrating the Zhang family’s estate.

The Zhang family estate was large, appearing particularly exquisite and lavish, with pavilions and towers adorned with many rare flowers and plants, yet under the hazy night seemingly somewhat eerie.

The black figure hid among dense foliage, carefully observing the paths and layout within the garden.

His gaze roved between the towers and houses, sometimes lowering his body to avoid the moonlight’s illumination; sometimes using the shadows of pavilions and towers for concealment.

Soon his silhouette appeared outside the secluded courtyard in the backyard.

This was a very ancient courtyard, with only three main rooms inside, and in one of the dim rooms, an old man was sitting on a bed, eyes closed in meditation.

Suddenly, the old man abruptly opened his eyes.

“Who!”

Before he could react, a chilling blade light came at him.

A bright gleam flashed in the old man’s eyes, and he quickly struck out a palm, the earth-yellow True Yuan forming a shield in front of the blade light.

With a crack, as if a physical shield shattered, the earth-yellow True Yuan splintered everywhere in an instant.

Immediately, the old man rolled awkwardly to the side, a bright yellow blade edge suddenly appearing.

Unfortunately, the assailant’s blade was too fast, and before the bright yellow blade edge could strike out, the icy blade light had already pierced his chest.

“Ah~~”

The old man let out a miserable howl, still wanting to retaliate.

But the blade light lifted, slicing from his chest all the way up to the shoulder.

Bright red blood splattered, staining the gray curtains hanging over the bed.

The old man’s eyes bulged, staring dead at the man in black, “Who are you? Cough cough~”

The man in black looked at him with indifferent eyes, his voice deep and hoarse.

“Soul-breaking Blade!”

Cough cough~~

Blood oozed from the old man’s mouth and nose, he stared fixedly at the man in black, eyes full of terror and reluctance.

The man in black retracted the long blade, his figure disappearing from the room like a ghost, while the old man’s gaze slowly dimmed, resembling the gloomy room, no longer holding any light.

Night awakened the frightened.

The previously silent Zhang family suddenly became noisy, cries and screams sounded out, a series of hurried footsteps completely shattered the quiet night.

Zhang Chenghuai emerged from the room, his face somber, “What happened?”

“Family Head, there’s an assassin!”

“What?” Zhang Chenghuai’s face changed slightly.

At this point, many members of the Zhang family had gathered around Zhang Chenghuai’s courtyard like a tide. Their faces were panicked, eyes scanning around vigilantly, hands gripping weapons tightly, bodies trembling slightly. That demonic wail sliced through their nerves like sharp claws, making their hearts tremble incessantly.

The air was thick with tension and fear, occasionally the wind blew through, rustling the branches and leaves, but quickly drowned out by the frantic shouts.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed over the rooftop, quickly leaving only an afterimage.

An eruption of exclamations burst out from among the crowd, someone pointed at the direction of the shadow in a panic, voice trembling: “There! An assassin!”

Zhang Chenghuai followed the voice only to see a shadow flash and disappear, his expression changing repeatedly.

“Quiet!”

The irritation in his heart shot to his head, unable to resist shouting coldly.

Instantly, the panic and chaos quieted down.

The cool night breeze gently brushed by, yet brought no relief to Zhang Chenghuai, only making his heart burn even hotter.

His gaze swept over the surrounding pavilions, time ticked by second by second.

Until no more screams were heard.

Who knows how much time had passed, the eastern horizon showed a hint of dawn, like seeing a glimpse of light within the darkness of night, Zhang Chenghuai let out a long breath.

But before he could fully exhale, his trembling heart jumped up again.

“The founder! Quick, go check on the founder!”

In panic, he could no longer care for other reactions, hastily running towards the little courtyard in the back.

There was no need for words about the results; they found only bodies, including the corpse on the bed in that courtyard.

As the day brightened, the surviving members of the Zhang family gradually emerged from their hiding places, their eyes filled with relief and exhaustion from surviving a disaster.