The car sped through the streets of Rongcheng, the interior falling silent for the first time.
Everyone was lost in thought, pondering the origins of the group pursuing Wang Jiwan.
Chang Shan suddenly spoke,
"My master once mentioned a group like this."
All attention was immediately drawn to Chang Shan, urging him to continue.
Chang Shan said, "Master once said that throughout history, there have been many who betrayed their sects. But in the time my master knew, there was an incident where disciples from major sects collectively betrayed and fled. Those who fled were not just ordinary disciples, but elite disciples, some even destined to become the next sect leaders."
Yan Shouyi asked in surprise, "Why did they collectively rebel?"
Ling Xiaoxiao said softly, "I know about this too. It's said that before those runaway disciples defected, they all went down the mountain for training. Not long after they returned, they began to leave their sects one after another."
Yan Nanfei slapped his thigh, "Now that you mention it, I do recall. Those runaway disciples all had their Dao hearts shattered. The scriptures and ancient texts they had studied for ten to twenty years were all overturned. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they had gone mad."
Long Feicheng, who was squatting in the trunk, poked his head out, saying with immense curiosity,
"Don't just discuss amongst yourselves, tell us what happened back then that made this group of elite disciples collectively rebel!"
Even Lin Zitong, who was driving, pricked up her ears, wanting to hear the truth of this strange tale.
Finally, Chang Shan said,
"Before they rebelled, they had all come into contact with a person. This person's name was Yan Chou."
Yan Shouyi: "..."
Oh, the irony! He was caught up in the gossip that involved his own family!
Yan Shouyi couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time, feeling a bit embarrassed, "You mean my father made them betray their sects?"
"It's said that our Uncle Miaoji back then was led astray by your father. After returning to the mountain, his mind was no longer on the scriptures. Every time he meditated, his mind would wander, and at night he would gather his junior disciples and tell them stories about women from the outside world," Chang Shan said in a low voice.
Yan Shouyi grew even more embarrassed.
Yan Nanfei chuckled, "Currently, it's generally acknowledged by the major sects that your father corrupted everyone. Those elite disciples who defected eventually joined the sect founded by your father, I think it was called the Thirteen Taibao of Xuan Shan!"
Yan Shouyi coughed. He did know about the Thirteen Taibao of Xuan Shan, but he hadn't realized that all of its members had such distinguished backgrounds.
Ling Xiaoxiao added, "It's said that the Thirteen Taibao of Xuan Shan now has over a hundred members. All those who joined were elites from various sects. Among the most notorious, besides your father and Uncle Miaoji, were the Daoist Master Gou from Maoshan, and a mysterious blind man known as the Qin Ghost."
"Qin Ghost? This blind man sounds interesting," Wang Jiwan quipped.
Yan Shouyi said quietly, "This blind man is your father."
Wang Jiwan: "..."
Wang Jiwan covered his head, regaining his composure. After sorting his thoughts, he said, "According to you guys, could the people chasing us be the Thirteen Taibao of Xuan Shan? Could it be... my father ordered them to kill me?!"
"Impossible, don't overthink it," Yan Shouyi denied. "Firstly, your father wouldn't send people to kill you. Secondly, the people chasing you might not necessarily be the Thirteen Taibao of Xuan Shan."
Yan Nanfei strongly agreed with the second point: "If it were truly people from Xuan Shan chasing you, you wouldn't have made it alive to Rongcheng."
The people in Xuan Shan were all exceptional talents. In their youth, they were already outstanding, the chosen ones.
Now that they had been away from their sects for many years, their strength could only have grown. Dealing with a hothead like Wang Jiwan would surely be a simple matter.
After much analysis, the group still had no clear answers.
Yan Shouyi glanced at the map. They were very close to West Lake.
Just then, Old Jin called, saying he had delivered Zou the Blind Man to West Lake.
Lin Zitong said, "Let's bring Uncle Zou's guqin later. It was left to him by his wife, perhaps Uncle Zou would like to see it one last time."
Long Feicheng handed over the guqin from the trunk. Wang Jiwan took it and couldn't help but examine it closely.
This was the symbol of his parents' love.
At that very moment, the car suddenly began to swerve uncontrollably!
"What's wrong?" Long Feicheng asked nervously.
Lin Zitong gritted her teeth and glanced at the rearview mirror, "A car is suddenly crashing into us!"
Yan Shouyi frowned. Why would someone jump out to cause trouble at such a critical moment?!
Could it be Yi Hehuan and Fukada Ichiro?!
He turned to look, only to see that the car hitting them was a minivan. What surprised him even more was that more minivans were surrounding them from behind!
"They're coming for us!" Yan Shouyi said sternly, "You brat, speed up!"
"Hold on tight!"
Lin Zitong floored the accelerator. The advantage of the luxury car was immediately apparent, and in a flash, they were far behind the minivans.
Before everyone could celebrate, a cold glint flashed, and the tire exploded with a bang. Lin Zitong gripped the steering wheel tightly, managing to avoid crashing into the roadside sidewalk.
"They threw flying knives and punctured the tire!" Ling Xiaoxiao shouted.
Anyone who could throw flying knives was surely no ordinary person!
Wang Jiwan looked back, his face filled with anger, "It's the group chasing me!"
"They didn't show up earlier or later, but chose to appear and cause trouble at this crucial moment!"
Yan Shouyi felt a surge of anger. He swapped places with Wang Jiwan and leaned out.
He saw that the minivan was also packed with people, all dressed in black and with their faces covered, looking like ninjas from Neon.
From a distance of over ten meters, Yan Shouyi first gave them the middle finger, then casually threw out several talismans.
Before the talismans hit the ground, Yan Shouyi and his companions had already sped forward ten meters. The minivans behind them quickly caught up, directly colliding with the talismans.
The talismans stuck tightly to their car windows, impossible to remove even with the windshield wipers.
"By Yuqing's command, I summon thee, all gods. Supreme Lord of Thunder, extinguish souls and scatter spirits. Cut off a thousand heads, sever ten thousand forms. Dare to disobey, and be reduced to dust and bone!"
As Yan Shouyi chanted the incantation, the talismans behind them instantly ignited, releasing terrifying lightning!
*Boom boom boom boom!*
The car windows shattered in response, and the minivans fell into disarray, crashing wildly and overturning on the roadside!
Yan Shouyi retracted his head and said to Lin Zitong with a smile, "It's temporarily resolved, you can drive with peace of mind now."
Before Lin Zitong could reply, a strange sedan chair suddenly appeared in the middle of the intersection ahead!
The sedan chair was not carried by living people, but by sixteen pale paper figures!