The two of them joined forces; they definitely could handle it. But then, Song Yuan came running and told him that Carl was dead, Seventh Ancestor was missing, and the others were held hostage by the Martial Arts Association?
Only because these words came from Song Yuan; if it were anyone else, he would have slapped them already.
"Thump!"
Song Yuan directly knelt on the ground, crying bitterly: "Uncle, your nephew would never dare to deceive you with such a story even if he had the courage of a bear and the heart of a leopard! The entire matter has already spread, and most of the noble families in Yan Country probably already know about it. It won’t be long before the Revival Association finds out too."
"What!"
Song Lianfeng’s eyes widened.
This, is this real?
But how could this be?
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and shouted angrily: "Tell me, what exactly happened?"
"Yes, Uncle."
Song Yuan sighed in relief and then recounted what he knew.
"What did you say?"
Song Lianfeng’s eyes almost popped out, "The one who killed Carl was Chen Fan? Not the guy named Wang?"
"Yes, yes."
Song Yuan nodded repeatedly: "According to the news from Jiangnan City, Carl from the Revival Association was killed by Chen Fan from the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association. From beginning to end, the one named Wang never appeared."
"Impossible!"
Song Lianfeng stared at him intensely, "Isn’t it said that Chen Fan is just a True Essence Realm Martial Artist? Not even twenty years old. How could he possibly kill Carl from the Revival Association?"
To put it bluntly, even their Seventh Ancestor wouldn’t be able to kill Carl one-on-one.
"Uncle, I don’t know the specifics, but the rumors are like that." Song Yuan quickly said, "Moreover, moreover..."
"Moreover what!" Song Lianfeng was furious, "Just spit it out!"
"Moreover, that Chen Fan said he killed Seventh Ancestor as well." Song Yuan finished the sentence, trembling.
That was also why he was scared outside earlier.
Whether it was Seventh Ancestor, Second Ancestor, or Sixth Ancestor, each one was the soul of the Song Family. Not a single one could die!
With even one dead, the Song Family’s deterrence over other families would significantly drop, and they would even lose their chance in the upcoming Elder Council election.
After all, other families have three Celestial Realm Martial Artists, while the Song Family only has two. Why would they qualify?
For Second Ancestor and Sixth Ancestor, the news was even more unacceptable. The three of them were brothers, having lived together for hundreds of years. If one was killed, one can imagine the rage they would feel.
A single slap to kill the messenger was very possible!
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Song Lianfeng roared.
Seventh Ancestor had lived for hundreds of years, having faced countless storms. How could he die at the hands of a young brat?
What a joke?
Utterly ridiculous!
"Lian Feng," at this moment, an elderly voice came from a distant palace, "What has happened that made you lose your composure like this?"
"As the former Patriarch of the Song Family, the future bearer of our lineage, how can you lose your temper like this? How can we trust you with the Song Family in the future?" Another voice came from another palace. Compared to the first voice, this one was clearly displeased.
Song Yuan, kneeling, shivered upon hearing the two voices.
Because the voices were from two other ancestors of the family.
Song Lianfeng quickly bowed in the direction of the palaces and said, "Lian Feng unintentionally disturbed the two ancestors. Please forgive me."
"Enough."
As soon as the word was spoken, the two of them saw a flash, and a tall thin elder appeared before them.
Meanwhile, the surrounding air fluctuated.
A short, fat elder with graying hair also appeared in front of them.
"Greetings, Second Ancestor, Sixth Ancestor." Song Lianfeng quickly saluted.
Song Yuan, still kneeling, kowtowed incessantly.
"Enough."
The tall thin elder waved his hand, his gaze falling on Song Yuan, "You’re the junior guarding the entrance, right? I remember you came here just yesterday. Why are you back today? Speak. What’s the matter?"
The short fat elder also looked at him. Compared to the former’s gaze, his presence was much more oppressive.
"The two ancestors, something terrible has happened."
Tears streamed down Song Yuan’s face as he repeated what he had told Song Lianfeng.
"What did you say!"
The short fat elder extended a hand, and Song Yuan’s body flew up, his throat gripped by the elder.
"You said Seventh Ancestor is missing? Say it again?"
"Cough, cough..."
Song Yuan’s face turned red, desperate for breath, unable to speak.
"Old Six."
The tall thin elder spoke, "We don’t know the truth yet. Why are you so agitated? Let him go."
"Humph!"
The short fat elder released his grip, and Song Yuan fell to the ground with a thud.
"Tell me the full story in detail. If there’s any exaggeration, you know the consequences."
"This younger one wouldn’t dare, wouldn’t dare."
Song Yuan was scared out of his wits.
He knew coming over to inform the two ancestors wouldn’t end well.
But he had no choice; he was guarding the entrance of two places. If he didn’t inform them immediately upon hearing the news, the consequences would be even graver.
Having learned his lesson, he was more cautious with his words this time.
The faces of the Song Family’s two ancestors darkened upon hearing his recount.
"Utter nonsense!"
The short fat elder roared, "A mere True Essence Realm Martial Artist could face off against Seventh Ancestor? Even a Celestial Realm Martial Artist couldn’t do it!"
"Sixth Ancestor is right."
Song Lianfeng agreed, "This must be a ploy by other families to spread false rumors and sow discord within our Song Family. Their intentions are despicable!"
"Have you contacted Tian’Er and the others?"
He looked at Song Yuan.
"I have, but there’s been no response." Song Yuan replied obediently, "Upon getting the news, I’ve already sent someone to the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association to gather information. I believe we’ll have news soon."
"Useless!"
The short fat elder glared at him, and a jade talisman appeared in his hand.
This is a Communication Jade Talisman, functioning like a mobile phone, capable of transmitting information, even video calls, and unaffected by spatial barriers.
He activated it with his mind.
The originally smooth surface of the talisman immediately showed ripple-like undulations.
He was contacting the other side.
Whether the junior’s words were true or not, as long as he could reach Seventh Ancestor, everything would be clear.
Not contacting them wasn’t an option he believed.
Even with the Beast Tide erupting outside?
No danger could surpass their era where Divine Cultivation Realms were common, and Celestial Realm Martial Artists were numerous.
However, as time passed, the talisman’s ripples showed no change, and the short fat elder started to panic.
This had never happened before; usually, their contacts responded within a second or two unless it was a very special situation.
Ten seconds passed. The short fat elder couldn’t hold back. He called out, "Old Seven, what happened? Why no response, Old Seven?"
The faces of the tall thin elder and Song Lianfeng changed.
Could it be that the outside rumors were true, that Old Seven was really missing?