Chapter 135

Chapter 135: Defying the Wang Family (1)

Lou Yun’s voice rippled outward like waves, centered around him, spreading farther and farther until it nearly enveloped all of Lingjiang City, echoing ceaselessly overhead.

Consumed by fury, Lou Yun no longer restrained himself, unleashing his true power completely. Unbeknownst to him, a swirling vortex materialized around his body—a manifestation of his immense aura. Propelled by this energy, his feet gradually lifted from the ground, suspending him midair.

The sound jolted Lingjiang City. Spiritual weapon masters and ordinary folk alike halted their tasks, rushing into the streets, searching for its source as they murmured among themselves.

"Who just spoke?"

"Who knows? You heard it too? It seemed to come from… no, from the Wang Family’s direction!"

"Did you hear what he said? Demanding Wang Feng and the Wang Family show themselves to die!"

"Exactly! Who would dare oppose the Wang Family?"

"Could it be… him?"

"Him? Ah! Of course! He’s why the entire Lou Family was captured—he must have returned!"

At the word "him," recognition dawned on every face. Conversations ceased abruptly. Though silent now, the crowd moved as one toward the estate once belonging to the Lou Family—now seized by the Wangs.

Among the crowd, two faces turned pale upon hearing the voice: Lin Yongdu and Lin Yuehua. Both had spoken with Lou Yun years ago. Though faint, they recognized his voice instantly.

Lin Yuehua’s eyes gleamed with excitement. "Father! It’s Lou Yun! He actually returned! Ha! Such audacity, challenging the Wang Family—he must be tired of living!"

Lin Yongdu let out a cold snort. "Have you forgotten Lou Yun’s character? Do you truly think him reckless? Such an open challenge means he is certain of victory. I suspect it’s the Wang Family whose time is up!"

Resenting his father’s persistent high regard—even fear—of Lou Yun, Lin Yuehua retorted, "Father, forgive my bluntness, but your caution grows excessive with age! When the Lou family was arrested, their estate remained vacant. I urged us to claim it then, but you refused. The Wangs snatched it instead, costing our Lin Family status!"

"Lou Yun may have returned, but when he left, he was merely a primary magical weapons master. No matter his talent, only two years have passed—how strong could he possibly—"

"Enough!" Lin Yongdu snapped, exasperated by his son’s shortsightedness. Discarding further debate, he said, "Riding out to witness this will settle our argument. Bring horses!"

As they prepared to leave, he couldn’t resist another warning: "Keep a safe distance. Stay clear of potential fallout. Avoid unnecessary disaster."

"Understood!" Lin Yuehua replied impatiently.

…

Bang! The Wang Estate’s gates burst open as a throng surged out, shouting furiously:

"Who dares provoke us at the Wang gate?!"

"Sick of life? Hang yourself elsewhere! Don’t pollute—"

"Patience! We’ve been idle too long. A reckless intruder couldn’t—"

Their jeers died instantly. Every gaze froze upon the impossible sight before them.

Lou Yun floated three feet above ground, observing the Wang members with a cold smile.

On Spirit Weapon Star, many could hover unaided by magical weapons—but few witnessed such power in modest Lingjiang City. Facing Lou Yun’s tangible, overwhelming aura—dignified as a deity—these Wang clansmen, none surpassing the high-level magical weapons master in magical weapon realm, shuddered into terrified silence.

To Lou Yun now, they seemed feeble as children, incapable of enduring a single strike. Instead of attacking, he addressed them icily: "Where is your clan head, Wang Feng?"

Some among these men had seen Lou Yun at the duel gathering two years prior. Yet none connected the figure hovering before them to that boy. They failed to recognize him entirely.

But arriving on horseback, the Lin father and son knew him at once.

Lin Yuehua reined his horse, pulling up sharply. Stunned, he locked eyes with Lin Yongdu beside him. Trembling, Lin Yongdu breathed, "Now do you believe me? Lou Yun… he is not one to provoke."

Lou Yun remained motionless, yet his aura radiated palpable, terrifying force—visible even to mundane sight.

Lin Yuehua dumbly nodded. Words abandoned him. Every ounce of defiance dissolved before reality. In two short years, Lou Yun had soared beyond a lifetime of effort. Now, all he could do was gaze upward.

Among the Wang family, Lou Yun’s inquiry hung unanswered. Men exchanged uneasy glances while silence prevailed.

Then a booming voice emerged from the estate: "Who presumes to raise chaos at our gates?!"

Clan Head Wang Feng strode forth amid an armed escort. Pride melted to shock when his eyes fell upon Lou Yun. Composing himself swiftly, Wang Feng stared—and recognition struck.

"You… You’re Lou Yun?"

The crowd from all corners of Lingjiang City had encircled the estate. Wang Feng’s cry echoed clearly, confirming many earlier suspicions: only one figure in Lingjiang City—the infamous "genius-turned-failure"—dared challenge the Wang Family. Even so, hearing Lou Yun’s name spoken aloud drew collective gasps.

"That really is Lou Yun!"

"Lingjiang City’s own celebrity! Who’d have imagined how powerful he’d become?"

"Just look! He must have reached staggering realms!"

"Who can say? But he’s undoubtedly formidable. Returning to rescue his family… The Wangs are finished!"

Lou Yun felt neither surprise nor concern over Wang Feng’s recognition. His purpose stood clear—public and defiant.

Lou Yun smiled coldly. "Wang Feng. Did you truly believe the Lou Family powerless? Answer me—did your clan think they could simply steal our home?"

Recognition paradoxically steadied Wang Feng. He refused to fear like the crowd: Lou Yun’s strength seemed threatening, yet surely insufficient to overcome his entire Wang Family clan. A hundred fists would overwhelm the youth!

That levitation spell unnerved him, yet it must stem from some superficial trick. Lou Yun’s true power couldn’t rival his own. How far could he advance in less than two years—especially with time wasted fleeing the Ancient Weapon Academy!

Wang Feng, a high-level three-star magical weapons master, wouldn’t flinch even if Lou Yun matched him. Besides—how could anyone progress from primary to high-level magical weapons master so swiftly?

One final ace remained…

Steeled by these thoughts, Wang Feng grinned back at Lou Yun’s question. "Ah! My esteemed nephew Lou Yun! Nearly two years have passed since we last met. While you’ve been absent, many things changed here in Lingjiang City!"

"Silence!" Lou Yun retorted frostily. "We are not kin, Wang Feng. Spare your empty words. I offer your family two choices today."

"First: evacuate immediately. Take every Wang living soul far beyond Lingjiang City—and swear never to return. Do this, and your lives remain yours."

"Second: I expel you forcibly from this estate. But then, should even a single member of your Wang clan survive… you shall see no guarantee from me!"

"Choose your path—now!"