The chairman has returned!
As that figure appeared, as that voice rang out, the gloom on everyone’s faces vanished, replaced by endless joy.
Chairman Yan, who single-handedly defeated the Luò Tiān Dà Jiào and thrashed the reincarnation of Āxiūluó, was back!
“You son of a bitch… you’re finally back…”
Wang Jizhang exhaled, a smile on his face.
When he saw the young coffin carrier being bullied earlier, his eyes almost burst, and he was about to draw his saber and charge into battle.
Fortunately, Yan Shouyi had returned in time.
Lin Zitong’s expression softened, her gaze fixed on Yan Shouyi, and she unconsciously touched her bulging belly.
As if to comfort her children: Don’t be afraid, Daddy is back!
“Yan Shouyi?”
Upon seeing the young man in green, Hong Sifang’s face instantly darkened.
He had tried his best to find an excuse to act, but Yan Shouyi still arrived before him.
“Not only Brother Yan, but also our Róngchéng Wave Rider Little White Dragon!”
An incredibly arrogant voice rang out. From the back of the crowd, Long Feicheng appeared with others.
Long Feicheng, Luo Ning, Agong, Wen Yuxian, Master Guanyun, Daoist Jinbi, Ling Xiaoxiao, Yan Nanfei, Zhuge Lian, Zhuge Ji, Ye Tianyuan, Tian Jue’er, and the brown-haired monkey Lele, whose head was adorned with half a wooden fish.
Master Guanyun unleashed her full power, an invisible force pushing the crowd aside, clearing a path for them.
“We’re back!!” Long Feicheng shouted.
“Damn it!”
Tang Zhongxue gritted his teeth, knowing that those who returned possessed considerable skills, and the difficulty of causing trouble would increase.
Yan Shouyi paid no attention to the enemies around him.
He first looked up, his gaze passing over everyone, nodding to Lin Zitong, and exchanging glances with Wang Jizhang to understand the situation.
Finally, he looked at the blurry figures on the tall tower.
He knew Yan Chou was inside and understood why the elders had been holding back.
He turned around and extended his hand to the young coffin carrier:
“Can you get up?”
The young man was flattered and instinctively reached out to grasp Yan Shouyi’s hand, but he suddenly changed his mind, got up himself, and brushed off the dust from his clothes.
“I’m fine! I can do it!” the young man said stubbornly.
Yan Shouyi was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: “Good fellow! Go pick up your coffin-carrying pole; that’s your livelihood, left to you by your father, you can’t lose it.”
The young man quickly retrieved his coffin-carrying pole and carefully wiped the dirt off it with his sleeve.
“You’ve done wonderfully; I’ll handle the rest.”
Yan Shouyi patted the young man’s shoulder and signaled him to go back.
After the young man left, Yan Shouyi also turned and walked toward the Folk Research Association.
Long Feicheng and the others followed behind Yan Shouyi. Disciples from renowned sects they encountered along the way parted ways; no one dared to block this god of death.
He moved unimpeded, reaching Wang Jizhang and Lin Zitong.
“Do you have a plan?” Lin Zitong asked softly.
Unexpectedly, Yan Shouyi shook his head.
Wang Jizhang immediately became anxious: “No way? Didn’t you say you could bring back the witnesses? If the matter isn’t resolved, how will we end this?”
Yan Shouyi replied sternly, “Old Wang, take a good look. Are these people really here for the truth?”
Wang Jizhang was taken aback.
Yes, the truth wasn’t important.
What was important was that they intended to attack the inheritors of folk sects.
“Then what should we do next?” Lin Zitong asked.
“We’ll meet force with force, but the most important thing is that I don’t want any more casualties among our people.”
Yan Shouyi told everyone his bottom line, then looked at the more than four hundred people outside.
Wang Jizhang quickly identified Hong Sifang, Tang Zhongxue, and Master Heng Hua, reminding Yan Shouyi to address them.
Yan Shouyi glanced at the three. They all appeared somewhat flustered with fear but quickly composed themselves and questioned Yan Shouyi righteously:
“Yan Shouyi, the facts of your massacre of the Emei Sect and pursuit of disciples from Dian Yi Sect and Qingcheng Sect have been established. We are here to apprehend you! Be sensible and surrender; don’t be uncooperative!”
Yan Shouyi said lightly, “A bunch of idiots.”
The three were stunned. Why did Yan Shouyi start by scolding them and showing no intention of negotiating?
Master Heng Hua clasped his hands together: “Amitabha… Chairman Yan, you…”
“You shut up first!”
Yan Shouyi glared at Master Heng Hua, then pulled Daoist Jinbi over and questioned the crowd:
“Do you know who this is?”
More than four hundred people exchanged glances, but not a single one could call out Daoist Jinbi’s name.
Daoist Jinbi suddenly felt a little melancholy.
Am I truly that unknown?
Yan Shouyi sneered: “This is Daoist Jinbi, the Sect Leader of the Qingcheng Sect, who was rumored to have been killed by me! You rabble, you don’t even know who I killed, yet you rush here to demand an explanation. Are you trying to eliminate evil and uphold justice, or are you just blindly following the crowd?”
“Use your brains when something happens, don’t be a fool used as a pawn by others and feel smug about it!”
The four hundred-plus people fell silent. It wasn’t just because Yan Shouyi had exposed them, but also because of his sharp words.
In their understanding, Yan Shouyi always seemed amiable; such a sharp tongue should belong to that annoying skinny monkey by his side.
Why had Yan Shouyi changed his ways today, launching into such a verbal onslaught?
They didn’t know that Yan Shouyi, influenced by inner demons, had a personality vastly different from his past—especially when dealing with enemies.
Thus, these unfortunate souls were thoroughly humiliated by Yan Shouyi before they could even say anything.
However, humiliation aside, Yan Shouyi did not forget to clarify the facts.
“Someone else destroyed the Emei Sect. I received a plea for help from the Emei Sect and, after discussing with Heavenly Master Yu Luming, went to Mount Emei. The Heavenly Master can vouch for this!”
“The one who truly destroyed the Emei Sect was Li Genmiao, the actor from the Xin Xuan Sect. He ordered the Twelve Yuan Chen to do this!”
“If anyone still doesn’t believe, open your eyes and see who is beside me!”
Master Guanyun stepped forward and clasped her hands: “Amitabha, this humble nun is the Sect Leader of the Emei Sect, Guanyun!”
With the Sect Leader of the Emei Sect present and Daoist Jinbi as a living witness, the truth was clear, and there seemed to be no reason to doubt.
However, Yan Shouyi felt no joy of victory. He knew that today’s events would not end so easily.
As expected, Hong Sifang stepped forward and questioned:
“Everyone knows you have a good relationship with Master Guanyun, and Daoist Jinbi might have been coerced by you. I have reason to suspect that the entire incident was orchestrated by you to weaken the overall strength of our renowned sects!”
“Damn it, idiot!”
Even Long Feicheng couldn’t stand it anymore and blurted out, “No way, no one actually believes this moron’s nonsense, right?”