Starting as the young master of a medicine shop, he practiced swordsmanship for twenty years.

Chapter 246 The Truth! The Wen Family Patriarch, Wen Lingyun’s Collapse!

In the dim room, the bright candlelight beside it swayed gently in the breeze.

The seemingly elegant man was wearing a light-colored long green shirt.

There was an unconcealable hostility on the man's face, and he was none other than Wen Mochen, the son-in-law of the late emperor and the husband of Princess Xingyue.

As a prominent family in the Eastern Region, the Wen family has a profound heritage.

The ancestor of the Wen family, Wen Fengyuan, is an even more extraordinary existence.

Wen Fengyuan was once the headmaster of the Great Xia Academy.

At the same time, Wen Fengyuan also served as the director of the Great Xia Imperial College, and was arguably a top figure in both the Great Xia court and martial arts.

His influence has even spread throughout the court of Daxia. At least one-fifth of the officials in the court of Daxia have close ties with Wen Fengyuan.

They were either his disciples or his old friends. This vast network of relationships made the Wen family's prominent position in the Great Xia Dynasty as stable as Mount Tai.

As for his martial arts cultivation, Wen Fengyuan's martial arts realm is even more unfathomable.

More than ten years ago, when the late emperor was still alive, he was already a martial artist who had reached the realm of the Divine Mansion. As a true master of the Yuanshen Realm, he could be called a giant who held up the sky.

Finally, the late emperor highly recognized Wen Fengyuan's achievements. When he retired and returned to his hometown, he personally issued an edict to confer on him the title of Duke Rong of Daxia.

The title of Duke of Rongguo not only symbolizes Wen Fengyuan's personal achievements, but also represents the status of the Wen family in the hearts of the Daxia royal family.

Because Duke Rong is one of the highest titles in the imperial dynasty, only royal relatives or veteran officials with distinguished generations and outstanding achievements can receive this honor.

Therefore, even though Wen Fengyuan has retired and returned to his hometown, his reputation can still awe everyone.

Ten years ago, Wen Mochen, the eldest son of the Wen family, became the consort of the Great Xia Dynasty.

The reputation of the Wen family in the Eastern Region reached its peak, and in the entire Great Xia Dynasty, its status was second only to the eight major families.

In the Eastern Region, the Wen family is at its peak of power. Even most of the governors of the major states in the Eastern Region have to look to the Wen family for their approval.

Take the governor of Wentaizhou for example. As a high-ranking official in charge of a state, the governor of Wentaizhou still had to visit in person every now and then.

He bowed humbly and respectfully to Duke Rong Wen Fengyuan, keeping a very humble attitude, for fear of offending or neglecting him in the slightest.

Therefore, as the eldest son of the Wen family and the future heir of the Wen family, Wen Mochen naturally attracted much attention.

Not only does he carry the expectations of his family, but he also enjoys supreme glory and martial arts resources under the attention of Wen family ancestor Wen Fengyuan.

Wen Mochen is now only about thirty years old, but he has already cultivated to the state of perfect internal energy.

This is also because Wen Mochen himself lacks talent in martial arts.

Otherwise, with the help of the Wen family's massive resources, he would have already reached the level of martial arts master.

"Bitch, just stay here!"

Wen Mochen's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, icy and piercing, and every word was filled with deep hatred.

His resentful gaze was directed directly at the woman on the bed. It was as if he was going to cut her into pieces in the next second.

"In half a year, the Wen family will become one of the new eight major families."

"Those families have already promised our Wen family that once the great event is accomplished, they will grant us the legendary item."

"Ten-Pattern Sun Artifact!"

A ten-patterned solar instrument!
As the future head of the Wen family, Wen Mochen naturally knows some important secrets of the Great Xia Dynasty.

The ten-patterned sun-level sacrificial vessel is the ultimate power of the Great Xia Dynasty, without a doubt.

The Great Xia royal family, the eight major families, and the five transcendent forces were able to stand at the top of the Great Xia Dynasty, all with the help of the vast power of the Ten-Patterned Sun Artifact!
If their Wen family successfully obtained this legendary ten-patterned sun-level sacrificial vessel.

By that time, Wen Fengyuan, the ancestor of the Wen family, would be able to use the power of the Ten-Patterned Sun Artifact to completely stand at the top of the warriors of the Great Xia Dynasty.

As the future head of the Wen family, perhaps in the future I will be able to get a glimpse of the power of the Ten-Patterned Sun Artifact.

Wen Mochen imagined himself in control of the Ten-Patterned Sun Artifact in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more engrossed he became. Greedy desire instantly ignited in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Mochen threw his head back and laughed out loud. His laughter was sharp and arrogant, echoing endlessly in the silent room.

After laughing, Wen Mochen flicked his sleeves and left in big strides.

Wen Mochen's extremely arrogant laughter had not yet completely dissipated.

At the door of the room, a blurry figure appeared quietly like a ghost.

The tall figure stood in front of Wen Mochen without any warning.

All this happened so suddenly that Wen Mochen didn't even have time to react.

The next second, a slap filled with boundless power, accompanied by a whistling sound, hit him hard in the face.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, and the crisp sound seemed to break people's eardrums.

Under the impact of this powerful force, Wen Mochen's entire body flew backwards uncontrollably like a fired cannonball.

The residual force of that horrific slap was unstoppable. Wherever Wen Mochen's body went, obstacles along the way were knocked aside.

Finally, Wen Mochen's body was bounced back violently by the pillar next to the wall and fell heavily to the ground.

Wen Mochen lay on the ground like a dead dog, twitching in pain and enduring the severe pain all over his body.

On his originally handsome pale face, a palm print that was so red that it almost penetrated the bone suddenly appeared.

That palm print was as eye-catching and glaring as a branding iron.

At the same time, a thick line of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of Wen Mochen's mouth.

This line of blood dripped onto the clean and tidy ground, forming a shocking bloodstain.

Wen Mochen, who was lying on the ground, slowly raised his head. His eyes, which were originally filled with anger, suddenly widened into a look of disbelief.

Simply because the figure standing outside the door was someone he was very familiar with.

"Dad!" Wen Mochen's voice sounded a little trembling, with a bit of disbelief in it.

"What are you doing!"

At this moment, Wen Mochen was full of confusion and grievances. He had no idea why his father would be so cruel to him.

The middle-aged man standing at the door was Wen Mochen's biological father, Wen Lingyun, the current head of the Wen family.

Wen Lingyun's eyes were filled with coldness, murderous intent, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out.

With every step he took into the room, Wen Lingyun exuded a terrifying aura.

Until Wen Lingyun walked in front of Wen Mochen, he unconsciously clenched his hands into fists.

The invisible terrifying power around him seemed like a materialized white liquid, spreading out in circles, making the air heavy and oppressive.

In the blink of an eye, Wen Lingyun's eyes widened in anger, his eye sockets seemed to be about to burst, and the veins on his forehead bulged like a winding little snake.

He took a step forward, grabbed Wen Mochen by the collar, and pulled him up hard.

At this distance, his face was almost touching Wen Mochen's.

But Wen Lingyun didn't pay attention to these details and just started roaring loudly.

"You little beast!"

"Do you know what you are doing?"

Wen Lingyun's furious roar was like rolling thunder.

The sound exploded in Wen Mochen's ears, causing his eardrums to ache, his head to feel empty and at a loss.

At this moment, although Wen Mochen was a warrior who had reached the perfect state of internal energy, he was like an ant in front of the aggressive Wen Lingyun, and had no power to resist.

They could only allow Wen Lingyun's overwhelming anger to vent unchecked.

Wen Lingyun saw his son Wen Mochen, but he did not respond to him.

His chest heaved violently again, and he tried hard to suppress his emotions that were almost out of control, but he still couldn't hide his rage and continued to roar.

"Who allowed you to do this?"

"Also, who else is involved in this matter?"

Wen Lingyun's voice was low and cold, as if it came from the Netherworld. Every word was wrapped in a biting chill, as if it could freeze the air.

"How could I have given birth to such a scoundrel like you!"

Wen Lingyun laughed in anger, with a hint of determination and ruthlessness in his eyes.

"Well, since you are so bold, I will send you, little bastard, to meet your equally bold bitch!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the aura around Wen Lingyun surged, and the murderous intent spread like a substance.

The "audacious bitch" that Wen Lingyun was referring to was not someone else.

She was Wen Mochen's biological mother. The mistress of the Wen family was the wife that Wen Lingyun married in a formal ceremony.

It is obvious that Wen Lingyun believes that Wen Mochen's actions were all instigated by his biological mother.

Therefore, Wen Lingyun blamed all the guilt on his wife.

On the way here, Wen Lingyun was already in his room, and suddenly attacked his wife who had been with him for many years.

With just one palm strike, Wen Lingyun mercilessly killed his wife.

It turned out that when Wen Mochen was acting recklessly, Wen Lingyun, the head of the Wen family, was on his way to meet some old friends and was not in Yuntai Prefecture.

During this period, he was completely unaware of what was happening in the outside world. He only knew that a natural disaster-level strangeness had occurred in the city of Haoran Prefecture.

Yesterday, after Wen Lingyun learned the news, he hurried back to Wen Taizhou.

He didn't even have time to rest for a moment, and rushed non-stop to the place where his family evacuated - the capital of Mingxin Prefecture.

Shortly after he returned to the mansion, his confidant came to him in a hurry and secretly reported to him what Wen Mochen had done.

He was told everything that happened, including the cause and effect.

Wen Mochen, this evil creature, is truly insane!

He actually captured the maid who had been Princess Xingyue's playmate since childhood, and toyed with her until she died.

Afterwards, this evil creature actually complained to the one in Tiandu because he was afraid of Princess Xingyue.

Therefore, Wen Mochen took advantage of her unpreparedness and suddenly attacked her cruelly, killing Princess Xingyue.

Princess Xingyue not only had her martial arts skills destroyed, but her limbs were also brutally broken.

At this moment, Princess Xingyue was dying, hanging on to her last breath, her life hanging by a thread.

Wen Mochen's eyes were bulging, almost bursting.

His body had been restrained by an unknown force and he could only watch helplessly.

He looked at his father Wen Lingyun's palm wrapped in terrifying energy, which was swiftly and mercilessly rushing towards his forehead like an eagle snatching a rabbit.

In this world, no one knows his father's strength better than Wen Mochen.

Wen Lingyun, a martial artist who has achieved minor success in the Outer Gang Grandmaster realm, his strength is already infinitely close to the realm of the Great Outer Gang Grandmaster realm.

And now, I am just a small warrior who has reached the perfect level of internal energy.

Therefore, facing this fierce attack from a powerful master who is almost a great master of outer Gang.

Wen Mochen knew very well that there was only one outcome for him, and that was death with no chance of survival.

Just when Wen Mochen was filled with despair and closed his eyes waiting to die.

A hunched figure had quietly appeared outside the door at some point.

Then, the old man walked in slowly, step by step, at a leisurely pace.

Immediately afterwards, under Wen Lingyun's gaze filled with horror.

The slightly hunched old man just extended a finger.

He gently pressed against Wen Lingyun's palm, which contained great power and was about to grab Wen Mochen's forehead like a broken bamboo.

In an instant, Wen Lingyun's originally unstoppable right palm seemed to be cast under a spell of immobilization.

At this moment, Wen Lingyun's right hand completely stopped in mid-air. No matter how hard he tried, he could not move forward at all.

At the same time, a faint yet heart-pounding aura of oppression emanated from the old man's seemingly frail body.

This mysterious pressure, like a spring breeze, gently yet irresistibly soothed all signs of madness in the room.

"Lingyun, wait!"

The old man finally spoke. Although his voice was not loud, it seemed to carry a kind of majesty that Wen Lingyun could not disobey.

"Ancestor!"

Wen Lingyun recognized the hunchbacked old man in front of him at a glance. He suppressed the shock in his heart and did not hesitate at all.

After a "thump" sound, Wen Lingyun had already bent his knees and knelt respectfully at the old man's feet.

"Ling Yun meets the ancestor!"

Wen Lingyun changed his previous cruel attitude and his tone was full of awe.

Wen Mochen, who had escaped death, felt his legs go weak and he collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud.

After a while, he finally supported himself with his hands and crawled to the old man's feet.

Wen Mochen grabbed the old man's brocade boots tightly as if he was grabbing the last straw.

"Old ancestor!"

"Help!"

Wen Mochen burst into tears, his voice filled with fear and despair, "Not only did he kill my mother, now he wants my life too!"

The identity of the old man in front of him is self-evident. He is none other than Wen Fengyuan, the ancestor of the Wen family.

Wen Fengyuan looked down at Wen Lingyun who was kneeling on the ground with a deep and steady gaze, and spoke slowly.

"Ling Yun, I have my own arrangements for this matter."

"You've been traveling so long and tired, so come down and rest for a few days."

"Three days later, you will come with me to meet the guests from those places!"

After a moment, Wen Lingyun suddenly looked up, his face pale and he lost his composure.

Just now, the ancestor quietly revealed the identities of those people to himself with the power of his soul.

What Wen Lingyun never expected was that the people the ancestor was talking about were actually from the eight major families and those transcendent forces.

At this moment, Wen Lingyun looked lonely, his body slowly leaning backwards, and he lay powerlessly on the floor.

He was now filled with bitterness and his thoughts were in a mess, but the answer in his mind gradually became clear.

Wen Lingyun finally figured it out. It turned out that the manipulator behind all of this was actually his own ancestor.

why!
What on earth is this for!
(End of this chapter)