Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

Nangong Xing's pupils contracted, his gaze fixed on the corpse.

Although the head was nowhere to be found, the luxurious brocade robe and the jade pendant worn by the Eastern family at the waist...

He recognized the deceased at a glance as Dongfang Hao, the second young master of the Dongfang family.

A chill instantly swept through his body, and Nan Fengxing's expression became extremely solemn.

Despite his noble status, Dongfang Hao was publicly murdered on the streets of Qingzhou City.

This is a slap in the face to the Dongfang family, and a provocation against the prestige of the four great families of the Great Qian Dynasty!

"What exactly happened?"

Nan Fengxing's voice was as deep as ice, his gaze sweeping over the few young cultivators around him who were trembling with fear.

"Who killed Dongfang Hao? Tell me the truth, Miss!"

Nangong Qing took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner fear, and recounted the events in fits and starts:

"Yes...it was a young man in white...Dongfang Hao thought he was handsome, and he also heard us praising him."

"He...he went up to provoke them, insisting that they scratch his face..."

She paused, recalling Linghu Chong's lightning-fast sword strike, and her body stiffened again:

"Without saying a word, the young master's attendant drew his sword..."

"Dongfang Hao... he didn't even have a chance to react before his head was chopped off..."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Xing frowned, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The fact that this white-robed young master and his entourage dared to kill Dongfang Hao in public in Qingzhou City and leave so calmly shows that they are no nobodys.

He looked up at the direction of Dongfang Hao's corpse, his gaze sharp as a knife. After a moment of contemplation, he said in a deep voice:

"Miss, please come back to my residence with me. I will report this matter to the family immediately."

"With Dongfang Hao dead, the Dongfang family will never let this go. Qingzhou City is likely to be in complete chaos!"

Meanwhile, on the other side...

It is located in an elegant courtyard adjacent to the Linglong Chamber of Commerce.

The courtyard is elegant, with artificial hills and flowing water complementing each other, but at this moment, the atmosphere here is so oppressive that it is almost stagnant.

An elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in a dark brocade robe, paced anxiously back and forth in the courtyard, the bluestone slabs under his feet creaking under his feet.

His brows were furrowed, his face was gloomy, and his cloudy eyes were full of unease. He was none other than Li Xuanfeng, the elder of the Dongfang family.

"Old Li, please stop wandering around."

Under the pavilion, a middle-aged man dressed in a moon-white long robe was leisurely sipping his fragrant tea, his tone so indifferent as to be almost nonchalant.

He had a handsome face and an arrogance similar to that of Dongfang Hao. He was Dongfang Wen, the third younger brother of Dongfang Wu, the head of the Dongfang family.

"Hao'er is a grown man, how could he possibly get lost?"

Dongfang Wen put down his teacup, his fingertips lightly tracing the rim, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips.

"Besides, even if Qingzhou City is a melting pot of all sorts of people, who doesn't know the name of the Dongfang family?"

"No matter how powerful those forces are, they still have to give us some face."

"In my opinion, he must have gone to bother that girl from the Nangong family again."

"Or he'll hang out with his cronies drinking and having fun, and he'll come back on his own soon enough."

"Third Master! You can't say that!"

Li Xuanfeng abruptly stopped, his voice trembling with urgency.

"What kind of place is Qingzhou City now? With the appearance of the Glazed Fruit, the top forces from all the states in the Eastern Region have gathered here. It's a melting pot of all sorts of people; what kind of ruthless characters aren't there?"

"You know Young Master Hao's temperament. He's used to running rampant in the capital, and I'm afraid he'll remain just as arrogant and domineering here."

"I'm afraid he might act impulsively and offend those people we can't afford to offend!"

He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, his unease deepening in his eyes:

"I've been feeling uneasy, like something bad is about to happen."

"If something really happens to Young Master Hao, how... how am I supposed to explain this to the head of the family when I get back!"

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Wen merely glanced at him indifferently, picked up the teapot, and poured himself another cup of tea.

"Alright, alright, look at you. The guards have already been sent out to search, and I reckon we'll have news soon."

"Here, have some tea to calm your nerves."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a disheveled figure burst through the courtyard gate and stumbled in.

The guard, his clothes disheveled and his face deathly pale, scrambled to the pavilion.

She collapsed to her knees with a thud, her voice shrill and piercing, choked with sobs.

"Third Master! Old Li! Something terrible has happened!"

Dongfang Wen paused slightly in his teacup, his brow furrowing.

"What's with this flustered behavior? What's wrong?"

Li Xuanfeng's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition instantly swept over his entire body.

He lunged forward, grabbed the guard by the collar, and shouted sharply:

"Tell me quickly! Has something happened to Young Master Hao?!"

The guard trembled with fear, his lips quivering, tears and snot streaming down his face, as he choked out:

"Yes...yes! Young Master Hao...he's in trouble!"

"When we found Young Master Hao, he... he was already dead on the street outside the Wenxian Tower!"

"What?!"

Two exclamations rang out simultaneously.

The teacup in Dongfang Wen's hand crashed to the ground with a loud bang, shards of porcelain splashing scalding tea that burned the back of his hand, leaving it bright red.

But he was completely unaware; the calmness on his face vanished instantly, replaced by utter astonishment.

Li Xuanfeng was struck dumb, his face turning deathly pale.

He gripped the guard's collar tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse like a broken gong: "What did you say?! Say it again!"

"Young Master Hao is really dead!"

The guards were terrified by Li Xuanfeng and cried out in alarm.

"She was killed by a follower of a young man in white when she went out with Miss Nangong and several other young masters and ladies!"

"His body was severed from his head; his death was gruesome!"

"puff!"

Li Xuanfeng coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes wide open, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

The anger and fear in his heart were intertwined, almost burning away his reason.

He threw the guard away violently, and the guard crashed heavily into the courtyard wall, spitting blood and collapsing to the ground.

"Young Master Hao! Young Master Hao!"

Li Xuanfeng, acting like a madman, roared repeatedly at the air.

"I warned you long ago! I told you not to come to Qingzhou! I told you to control your temper! But you wouldn't listen! You wouldn't listen!"

He hated Dongfang Hao's arrogance and domineering attitude, and he hated himself even more for failing to keep an eye on him.

Before leaving, the patriarch repeatedly instructed him to ensure the safety of Young Master Hao.

But now, Dongfang Hao is dead on the streets of Qingzhou City, his body and head separated!

If he goes back, wouldn't he have to atone with his death?

A surge of overwhelming hatred erupted from the depths of his heart and swept over his entire body.