I Can Deduce Arts by Slaying Demons

Chapter 294 - 246: The Truth! The Patriarch of the Wen Family, Wen Lingyun’s Breakdown! (2)

Wen Mochen lay on the ground like a dead dog, convulsing in pain, struggling to endure the excruciating aches throughout his body.

On his once handsome and pale face, a red, almost bone-deep palm print appeared conspicuously.

This palm print was like a brand, stark and glaring.

At the same time, a thick line of blood trickled slowly from the corner of Wen Mochen’s mouth.

This stream of fresh blood dripped onto the clean, tidy floor, forming startling bloodstains.

Lying on the ground, Wen Mochen slowly raised his head, his previously angry eyes suddenly widened in disbelief.

It was because the figure standing outside the door was someone he was all too familiar with.

"Father!" Wen Mochen’s voice sounded somewhat trembling, with a hint of incredulity.

"What are you doing!"

At this moment, Wen Mochen, filled with confusion and grievance, completely misunderstood why his father would deal such a cruel blow to him.

The middle-aged man standing at the doorway was none other than Wen Mochen’s biological father, the current Patriarch of the Wen Family, Wen Lingyun.

Wen Lingyun’s eyes glittered with a cold light, murderous intent surging, his expression so grim it seemed it could drip water.

Every step he took into the room brought with it an aura of fear.

Until Wen Lingyun stood before Wen Mochen, his hands unconsciously clenched into tight fists.

A formless, terrifying power around him seemed to materialize into white liquid, spreading in circles, making the air feel heavy and oppressive.

In the blink of an eye, Wen Lingyun’s eyes widened in anger, his eye sockets seemingly about to tear apart, veins bulging on his forehead like writhing snakes.

He stepped forward, suddenly grabbing Wen Mochen’s collar and lifting him violently upward.

At this distance, he was almost pressing against Wen Mochen’s face.

But Wen Lingyun paid no attention to these details now and directly shouted sternly.

"You little beast!"

"Do you even know what you’re doing!"

Wen Lingyun’s thunderous roar, filled with anger, was like rolling thunder.

It exploded beside Wen Mochen’s ears, causing him intense pain in his eardrums, his head empty, utterly lost.

At this moment, Wen Mochen, although a Martial Artist at Inner Qi Perfection Realm,

was like an ant before the aggressive Wen Lingyun, with no power to resist.

He could only allow Wen Lingyun’s overwhelming fury to vent at will.

Seeing his son, Wen Mochen, not responding to him,

his chest fluctuated violently again, desperately suppressing his nearly out-of-control emotions, yet still unable to hide his furious wrath as he continued to roar.

"Who allowed you to do this?"

"And who else is involved in this matter?"

Wen Lingyun’s voice was deep and ice-cold, as if coming from the Nine Nether Hell, with each word carrying a chilling coldness, capable of freezing the air.

"How could I have sired such a disgrace like you!"

Wen Lingyun, in utmost anger, laughed instead, a glint of resolve and ruthlessness in his eyes.

"Alright then, since you dare act so recklessly, I, as your father, will send you, this little beast, to meet that equally audacious cunning woman!"

Just as he finished speaking, an intense aura surged around Wen Lingyun, murderous intent spreading as if it were tangible.

The "audacious cunning woman" Wen Lingyun referred to was no one else but Wen Mochen’s biological mother. This Wen Family matron was the very woman Wen Lingyun had officially married back in the day.

It was clear that Wen Lingyun firmly believed Wen Mochen’s actions were all due to his mother’s instigation.

Thus, Wen Lingyun placed all the blame entirely on his official wife.

On his way here, Wen Lingyun had already taken sudden action against his long-time companion wife in his own room.

With just one strike, Wen Lingyun ruthlessly killed his wife.

As it turned out, when Wen Mochen was acting recklessly, Wen Lingyun, the Patriarch of the Wen Family, was on his way to see a few old friends, not in Yuntai City.

During this time, he knew nothing of the outside world, only that a catastrophic anomaly had appeared in Haoran Mansion’s prefecture city.

Yesterday, after learning this news, Wen Lingyun rushed back to Wentai Province.

He had not a moment’s rest and quickly headed to the family’s haven—the prefecture city of Mingxin Prefecture.

Just after returning to the mansion, his trusted aide hurriedly sought him out, secretly reporting Wen Mochen’s actions to him.

Giving a full account of everything that happened, including causes and effects, in one go.

This monstrosity Wen Mochen had truly gone insane!

He actually captured the maidservant who had been accompanying Princess Xingyue since childhood and wantonly abused her, ultimately torturing her to death.

Afterward, this wretch, he actually, out of fear of Princess Xingyue, reported her to that person in Tiandu.

Thus, Wen Mochen seized the opportunity and, catching her off guard, viciously harmed Princess Xingyue.

Princess Xingyue’s martial arts cultivation was completely ruined, and her limbs were ruthlessly broken.

At this moment, Princess Xingyue was barely breathing, hanging on by a thread, her life in peril.

Wen Mochen’s eyes were bloodshot, glaring as if they were about to burst.

His body had been inexplicably restrained by some force, and he could only watch helplessly.

Watching his father, Wen Lingyun, with a hand brimming with terrifying gang energy, like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, mercilessly struck towards his forehead.

No one in this world knows his father’s strength better than Wen Mochen.

Wen Lingyun, a martial artist with Minor Success in External Gang Grandmaster, his power is already infinitely close to Great Success in External Gang Grandmaster.

As for himself, he is just a small martial artist in Inner Qi Realm Perfection.

Thus, faced with such a formidable strike from nearly a Great Success in External Gang Grandmaster.

Wen Mochen knew well that his fate was sealed; there was only one outcome for him—death without survival, no chance of escape.

Just as Wen Mochen sank into despair, closing his eyes awaiting death.

A hunched figure, unnoticed, had already quietly appeared outside the door.

Then, the elder began to walk slowly, step by step, leisurely entering the room.

Following this, under the wide-eyed gaze of Wen Lingyun full of shock and disbelief.

The elder, slightly hunched over, simply extended one finger.

Gently touched Wen Lingyun’s palm, which was filled with formidable force, and was rapidly striking towards Wen Mochen’s forehead.

In an instant, Wen Lingyun’s previously unstoppable right palm seemed to be immobilized by a spell.

At that moment, Wen Lingyun’s right hand was completely halted mid-air, no matter how hard he exerted himself, he couldn’t advance an inch further.

At the same time, a faint, barely perceptible pressure that was nonetheless unsettling began to emanate from the elder’s seemingly frail body.

This mysterious pressure, like a gentle breeze in spring, softly but irresistibly quelled all the chaos within the room.

"Lingyun, hold on!"

The elder finally spoke, his voice was not loud, yet it seemed to carry an undeniable authority that Wen Lingyun could not defy.

"Ancestor!"

Wen Lingyun instantly recognized the hunched elder before him and suppressed his shock without the slightest hesitation.

With a thump, Wen Lingyun was already kneeling, respectfully at the elder’s feet.

"Lingyun pays respects to the Ancestor!"

Wen Lingyun’s previous ferocity was gone, replaced by a tone full of reverence.

Narrowly escaping death, Wen Mochen’s legs weakened, and his entire body collapsed like a heap of mud.

After a while, he struggled to prop himself up with his hands, and stumbled to the elder’s feet.

Wen Mochen clutched desperately onto the elder’s long silk boots like grasping at the last straw of survival.

"Ancestor!"

"Save me!"

Wen Mochen cried, his voice full of fear and despair, "He not only killed my mother, but now he also wants to take my life!"

The identity of the elder before them was self-evident, known to all; he was none other than Wen family’s Ancestor, Wen Fengyuan.

Wen Fengyuan’s gaze was deep and steady, looking down at the kneeling Wen Lingyun, he slowly spoke.

"Lingyun, I will take care of this matter myself."

"You’ve traveled tirelessly, take a rest for a few days."

"Three days later, join me in receiving guests from those places!"

With a start, Wen Lingyun looked up, his face pale and losing composure.

Just now, the Ancestor had quietly used Primordial Spirit power to reveal those people’s identities to him.

To Wen Lingyun’s astonishment, the people the Ancestor referred to were indeed from the eight major families as well as several transcendent forces.

At this moment, Wen Lingyun’s expression was desolate, his body subtly tilted backward, powerless and lying on the floor.

His heart was now full of bitterness, his thoughts chaotic, yet the answer in his mind gradually became clear.

Wen Lingyun finally understood; the true manipulator behind all of this was actually his own Ancestor.

Why!

What is this all for!