Although it was unclear why Li Jiangshan suddenly intervened to save Han Xiyao, Zhang Yang seized the opportunity and rushed towards Han Zhengye. His internal true qi was released like a waterfall. Every punch and palm strike was delivered with full force. Han Zhengye could only parry hastily, even without any negligence. However, he was no match for Zhang Yang and was forced to retreat steadily. Finally, he was caught off guard and Zhang Yang struck his vital qi nexus. A stream of blood instantly spurted from his mouth, and he was sent flying heavily, his breath weak.
"Old man, die for me!" Zhang Yang roared, preparing to end Han Zhengye's life. However, Li Jiangshan tightly gripped Zhang Yang's shoulder. He handed the unconscious Han Xiyao to Li Dabai and walked over to Zhang Yang. "Wait a moment, I have some questions I need to clarify."
"Hmm?" Zhang Yang glanced at him suspiciously but temporarily stopped his attack. Seeing this, Li Jiangshan stepped towards Han Zhengye and asked in a deep voice, "Han Zhengye, was Chu Luo killed by you?"
Han Zhengye's pained face was full of unwillingness as he glared at Li Jiangshan and said resentfully, "I never expected to capsize in the gutter! Li Jiangshan, you've been hiding quite deeply!"
"Answer my question, did you kill Chu Luo?" Li Jiangshan said sternly. He grabbed the dying Han Zhengye and choked him. "Heh, I really didn't expect that slut Chu Luo had so many ways to seduce people. Not only was my useless son infatuated with her, but you are also obsessed with her," Han Zhengye sneered. As the victor takes all, Han Zhengye didn't consider begging for mercy.
"Who is Chu Luo?" Zhang Yang asked Li Dabai, who had walked over to him, with confusion. "Aunt Chu is Xiyao's mother. I saw her a few times when I was young," Li Dabai replied.
"This..." Zhang Yang was astonished. He looked at Li Dabai, then at Li Jianghan. He secretly thought that there seemed to be many secrets within the Han family.
"Han Zhengye, stop beating around the bush and answer my question, or I'll kill you right now," Li Jiangshan's patience seemed to be running out, and his killing intent grew stronger. "Heh, if it weren't for Zhang Yang, do you think you'd have the right to threaten me? You keep asking me this question because you want to know where Chu Luo's body is, right?" Han Zhengye sneered disdainfully. "But do you think I'll tell you?"
Bang! Li Jiangshan punched Han Zhengye fiercely. "Han Zhengye, if you tell me where Chu Luo is, I can spare your life."
"Haha, spare my life? Do you think I need it now?" Han Zhengye laughed maniacally. His vital qi nexus had been shattered by Zhang Yang, making him like a cripple. Even if they let him go today, what could he do? Moreover, Han Zhengye didn't know where that slut Chu Luo was taken in the end.
"If you don't speak, then die for me," Li Jiangshan roared, as if wanting to vent the anger that had been suppressed in his heart for over a decade. Instantly, Li Jiangshan exerted force with his palm, intending to break Han Zhengye's neck. However, at this moment, another change occurred. A monk wearing a kasaya suddenly appeared. The Buddhist prayer beads in his hand shot out, targeting Li Jiangshan's vital points. This strike forced Li Jiangshan to abandon his chance to kill Han Zhengye.
"Amitabha, benefactor, it is best to forgive when one can," the monk saved Han Zhengye and bowed to Li Jiangshan with his palms joined.
"The abbot of Lingtai Temple? What does this matter have to do with you?" Li Jiangshan's expression changed drastically. At this moment, Zhang Yang also walked over, his face unusually solemn. This was because he sensed that not only the monk before him but also someone else was hidden in the shadows within the entire Han family. Moreover, that person's strength seemed to be no less than his.
"This monk is not simple. Is he in league with Han Zhengye?" Zhang Yang asked. Li Jiangshan shook his head, "Han Zhengye has been reciting scriptures and worshipping Buddha at Lingtai Temple for over ten years, perhaps they have some acquaintance."
Hearing this, Zhang Yang immediately stepped forward and said coldly, "Monk, if you are here to guide Han Zhengye to salvation, I welcome it, but I will not agree to save him." The abbot of Lingtai Temple looked at the true qi on Zhang Yang's body. There was a flicker of divine light in his eyes, but it quickly vanished. "Amitabha, young benefactor, this humble monk is entrusted by someone and must escort Han benefactor away."
"So, we can't reach an agreement?" Zhang Yang said in a deep voice. "Young benefactor, monks have compassionate hearts. Han benefactor cannot die now, or the consequences will be severe," the abbot of Lingtai Temple said.
"Old bald donkey, stop spewing all that useless nonsense. Since you want to interfere, let's see if you have the ability!" Zhang Yang would not heed the other party's advice and directly attacked. His internal true qi surged out again, swiftly striking towards Han Zhengye, who was beside the abbot of Lingtai Temple. Li Jiangshan also stepped forward, wanting to help Zhang Yang kill Han Zhengye. However, even with their combined efforts, the abbot of Lingtai Temple remained composed, chanting Buddhist phrases.
"Amitabha, two benefactors, please forgive me." With that, the abbot of Lingtai Temple easily blocked Zhang Yang and his companion's attacks with a raised hand. Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, he directly took Han Zhengye and left the Han family. At the same time, the hidden aura in the shadows also disappeared. Zhang Yang was immediately displeased and wanted to pursue, but Li Jiangshan stopped him.
"You can't catch up. The abbot of Lingtai Temple is not only a top expert in Jiangnan City but also in the entire province. If the other party insists on saving Han Zhengye, at least for now, we are helpless." Zhang Yang was very annoyed and glared at Li Jiangshan. "It's all because of you. Otherwise, that old scoundrel Han Zhengye would have been dead long ago."
To this, Li Jiangshan could only offer a wry smile and apologize. "To make amends, let me handle the rest?" Li Jiangshan said a sentence without context and then walked towards the Han family's collateral branches and Ye Xiulan.
"This..." After Han Zhengye fled, all those who had persecuted Han Xiyao earlier panicked. Their backing was gone, and they were in trouble. Everyone kept retreating, and some timid ones had already started begging for mercy.
"Don't, don't kill us, we were also forced by Han Zhengye." "Yes, yes, spare us, we were acting under duress." "Let us go, we..." However, their pleas were useless. Li Jiangshan's eyes were resolute, and all his internal qi bloomed. A blur of afterimages flashed, and all these people died on the spot.
Zhang Yang was slightly surprised. This Li Jiangshan seemed extraordinary. Although his strength was not as good as Han Zhengye's, it was not much worse. Moreover, he killed so many people consecutively without changing his expression. At this moment, those who could still stand in the mourning hall were their own people. Li Jiangshan walked towards the unconscious Han Xiyao and gently stroked her head with some affection. He sighed and said, "Child, you've suffered a lot these past few years, but don't worry, Uncle Li will definitely not let the tragedy happen again."
After speaking, Li Jiangshan ignored Li Dabai beside him and walked towards Zhang Yang. Li Dabai, who was prepared for his father to speak to him, was greatly disappointed. "Zhang Yang, I know you have many questions now, and I don't know where to start explaining. But there is one thing I beg of you: please take good care of Xiyao for me. At least for the next six months, you must take good care of her. I will return before her twenty-eighth birthday." Li Jiangshan looked at Zhang Yang solemnly.
"Can you tell me? Perhaps I can help you," Zhang Yang frowned. Li Jiangshan showed a wry smile, "It's not that simple. This matter involves too much, even for you..." "Alas, forget it. Just take good care of Xiyao for me, and I'll be back." With that, Li Jiangshan left without hesitation. As he reached the doorway, he seemed to suddenly remember something and turned back.