Chapter 159: The Traitor
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“The City Lord has led from the front, truly commendable.”
“Young Lord, do not grieve. Lead the way. If that Chen Fei is truly a demonic cultivator, I will ensure justice is served for all those who perished in Huangwu City.”
Long Qingchuang spoke to Ye Bufan.
Ye Bufan was overjoyed. After bowing in gratitude, he led Long Qingchuang toward the Su family estate.
At this moment, the Su family residence was crowded to the brim, with even the area outside the gates swarming with heads of small clans waiting to see the patriarch, Su Chengyun. The guards stood tall and proud, feeling superior and honored.
Suddenly, Ye Bufan came running at full speed toward the estate, and in the sky above, the elder from Qinling, along with Long Yan and other disciples, flew through the air.
Even though the Su family was still basking in joy, believing themselves to now be the foremost clan in Huangwu City, the guards’ expressions changed the moment they saw this.
Aerial flight—something only true Spirit Masters could achieve. And the guards had seen Long Yan and the others before; they knew these were important figures from Qinling.
“Important people from Qinling have arrived!”
“Our Su family is truly gaining face this time!”
The guards were ecstatic, thinking these people had come to thank Young Master Chen Yang. They hurried into the residence to call out the patriarch Su Chengyun to greet the guests.
Su Chengyun was equally delighted upon hearing this and immediately left behind the city’s other clan leaders and elders. He sent someone to notify Chen Yang while rushing to the entrance to greet the newcomers.
“Su Chengyun, along with the entire Su family, welcomes the honored guests from Qinling!”
At the entrance, Su Chengyun saw Ye Bufan leading the powerful figures of Qinling to the residence and quickly knelt to greet them.
“Where is Chen Fei?”
“The honored guests from Qinling have come to see him.”
Ye Bufan addressed Su Chengyun, who was kneeling.
“Chen Fei? He’s not…” Su Chengyun began.
“He also goes by the name Chen Yang. Chen Fei and Chen Yang are the same person,” Ye Bufan interrupted.
Su Chengyun was shocked—Chen Yang and Chen Fei were not brothers, but the same person?
This revelation shocked everyone present who had not known the truth.
“Quickly call him out. The honored guests from Qinling are here, and he doesn’t come out to greet them?” Ye Bufan pressed on.
“I’ve already sent someone to inform him. He should be here soon,” Su Chengyun responded, though he was still digesting the stunning news.
Before he could even finish being shocked, Long Qingchuang spoke coldly, “No need. Since he didn’t come out immediately, I’ll go meet him myself.”
As he spoke, Long Qingchuang and his people headed straight for the Su residence. Su Chengyun didn’t dare stop them and could only obediently lead the way.
At this moment, he began to feel something was off. If the Qinling visitors were here to express gratitude, their attitude wouldn’t be like this—blaming Chen Fei for not coming to greet them and now barging in uninvited.
Clearly, something was wrong.
The guests in the Su residence also noticed the oddity and began to flee in panic, leaving the Su estate. But curiosity kept many gathered outside, eager to know what was really happening.
Ye Bufan, unqualified to follow the Qinling group inside, remained at the gate.
Naturally, many people came to him for an explanation. After all, he brought these people here.
“You’re all trying to curry favor with Chen Fei?”
“Let me tell you, Chen Fei is no saint. He might be the traitor who colluded with the demonic cultivators that attacked Huangwu City.”
“These Qinling seniors are here to investigate the truth.”
“If he really is a traitor, all of you who supported him could be in trouble.”
Ye Bufan spoke loudly, and many people’s expressions changed. Though it seemed unlikely, the gravity of the accusation silenced them—no one dared defend Chen Fei.
“Ye Bufan, you’re spouting nonsense!”
“My young master would never do such a thing!”
“Did you all forget? When the demonic cultivators attacked, who risked their life to save you?”
“It was our young master!”
“If anyone could be a traitor, it’s certainly not him.”
“I find it suspicious that the City Lord’s mansion noticed nothing during the invasion. If there’s a traitor, wouldn’t it most likely be someone from there?”
A member of the merchant convoy boldly defended Chen Fei, confronting Ye Bufan and leaving him speechless, face flushed red.
“All will be judged by the Qinling elders. It’s not for you to say,” Ye Bufan retorted angrily.
The front of the Su estate descended into chaos. Whispers spread rapidly—people shocked by the revelation that Chen Fei and Chen Yang were one and the same, and even more stunned that the Qinling group suspected their savior might actually be a traitor.
Inside the estate, Chen Fei was speaking with Miao Yue when the gate was suddenly thrown open, and a ruckus reached his ears.
He frowned slightly and walked out of his room, only to see Su Chengyun leading the Qinling group into his courtyard.
“What’s the meaning of this?” Chen Fei’s expression darkened. This was his home—entering uninvited like this was extremely disrespectful and provocative.
“You’re Chen Fei?” Long Qingchuang stared at Chen Fei, trying to see through him. How could a mere half-step Dao-realm Spiritual Master activate such a powerful artifact and save all of Huangwu City?
“And you are?” Chen Fei asked calmly.
“This is my grandfather, the Grand Elder of Qinling,” Long Yan interjected. “Back in the secret realm, you were only at the Great Spiritual Master stage, yet you wounded our disciples and stole our opportunities.”
“Then, as soon as you emerged, you were already a half-step Dao-realm True Spirit Master? That kind of progress is far too suspicious.”
“Be honest—how did you collude with demonic cultivators and plan to massacre all of Huangwu City’s cultivators?”
Relying on his grandfather’s favor, Long Yan came in hot, directly accusing Chen Fei of being a demonic spy and plotting genocide.
Hearing this, Chen Fei couldn’t help but sneer. He had expected Long Yan to bear a grudge but hadn’t thought the man would be so shameless—he had just saved their lives, and now they dared accuse him like this?
“Who told you I was a traitor?”
“If I were a demonic cultivator, do you think any of you would still be alive?”
“Would I still be here waiting for you to come and make wild accusations?”
Chen Fei sneered, ignoring Long Yan and instead turning his gaze toward Long Yan’s grandfather—the Grand Elder of Qinling, a powerful Dao-realm cultivator at the peak of his strength.
