# Chapter 1352: Murderous Intent Surging
Lin Fei trembled slightly, as if struck by lightning, and slowly turned around.
When her gaze fell upon Zhang Ruochen, her body trembled even more violently. Yet, as if thinking it might be an illusion, she withdrew her gaze and gently shook her head with a sigh.
Kong Xuan stood beside Lin Fei, having grown into a stunningly beautiful woman. Seeing Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yanchen's figures, her delicate face was filled with joy. She helped Lin Fei stand up.
"Madam, it really is the young master who has returned. Look, it's not an illusion, truly not an illusion."
Zhang Ruochen walked before Lin Fei, his eyes extremely sore. He embraced her tightly, a thousand words wanting to be spoken yet not knowing where to begin, finally turning into one sentence: "Mother, Chen'er has come to take you back. We will never be separated again."
"Chen'er... it's good that you're back, it's good that you're back..."
Lin Fei felt as if she were dreaming, unreal. She desperately held onto Zhang Ruochen, afraid that the next moment he would disappear again.
Mother and son reunited, with endless words to confide in each other. It wasn't until Qing Mo and Huang Yanchen had finished preparing dinner that they walked out of the room and arrived at the dining hall.
"Kong Xuan, sit down and eat. If you don't taste Qing Mo's cooking, you'll definitely regret it for the rest of your life," Zhang Ruochen said with a smile.
Kong Xuan's cultivation had already reached the Half-Saint realm, yet she still remained loyally by Lin Fei's side, serving as a maid.
It was precisely because of her care that Lin Fei was able to walk out of grief and tears time and again.
Thus, Zhang Ruochen did not treat her as a mere maid but rather as half a disciple.
"Thank you, Young Master."
Kong Xuan gracefully bowed to Zhang Ruochen before sitting down.
After their long separation, Zhang Ruochen felt incredibly happy, wishing only that this could continue forever, never again having to concern himself with the world's conflicts and vendettas.
But peace was not so easily attained; conflicts were inevitable.
Under the night sky, thick murderous intent surged forth.
"Whoosh!"
Outside the Realm Son Mansion, a gust of yin wind blew.
Figures in black appeared one after another, standing within the shadows.
Among them, an old man with a sallow complexion held a dark red sacred staff. Staring at the brightly lit Realm Son Mansion, he said, "Spirit King Saint Ancestor has restrained Ling Feiyu. Tonight is our best opportunity to act. No matter what, we must capture Zhang Ruochen's mother."
"But news from the Northern Domain says that Zhang Ruochen's three meridians were not crippled. Instead, his cultivation has greatly increased. Even figures like Qi Zhenhuan and Mie Feng Blood Saint were killed by him. If we capture his mother, wouldn't we be provoking a formidable enemy?" A relatively younger cultivator spoke with some concern.
"What do you know? Zhang Ruochen has long been a mortal enemy of our two clans. Only by eliminating him can we completely remove future troubles. How strong can Zhang Ruochen be? Can he compare to Spirit King Saint Ancestor? Can he compare to Heaven's Mandate Corpse Emperor?"
The old man scolded, then added, "Anyway, Silver Cicada Princess has already spoken. If this operation fails again, all of us will be refined into ghost servants."
Those black figures all trembled, and then dense yin-cold aura emanated from their bodies.
The old man waved his sacred staff, and thousands of ghost shadows flew out, coalescing into a gust of yin wind that rushed toward the Realm Son Mansion.
The spirit lamps within the Realm Son Mansion shook violently, then went out.
The soldiers guarding the mansion had just sensed something amiss when ghost shadows charged into their bodies, taking possession of them.
In an instant, those soldiers all stood frozen in place, motionless, their expressions vacant as if possessed by evil.
"Shush, shush."
Cultivators from the Ghost-Raising Ancient Clan and the Corpse-Driving Ancient Clan turned into dark shadows, silently and stealthily rushing into the Realm Son Mansion.
In the dining hall, everyone was eating.
Huang Yanchen's eyes fixed on the gently flickering lamplight. Sensing enemies breaking into the mansion, she said coldly, "Chen Ge, I'll go out and receive the guests."
"You stay here and tell Mother about the interesting things we encountered in Azure Dragon Ruins Realm, Yin-Yang Sea, and the Northern Domain. I'll go welcome them."
Zhang Ruochen gently patted Huang Yanchen's fragrant shoulder, signaling her to sit down. Then, smiling at the somewhat uneasy Lin Fei, he walked out of the dining hall.
Standing on the stone steps, Zhang Ruochen turned around, facing the dining hall, and extended a palm.
Vast spiritual power surged from his palm, forming a soundproof barrier that completely enveloped the dining hall.
"Look, there's a figure standing outside the dining hall."
"As long as it's not Zhang Ruochen's mother, kill all other irrelevant people."
Two black figures, like ghosts, flew down from a rooftop, simultaneously swinging their blades at Zhang Ruochen from two extremely tricky angles.
"Bang, bang."
Before their blades could strike Zhang Ruochen's body, they automatically exploded, turning into two clouds of blood mist.
Zhang Ruochen was extremely furious. The Ghost-Raising Ancient Clan and the Corpse-Driving Ancient Clan had such audacity, actually daring to come and capture his mother. If he hadn't returned early, wouldn't they have succeeded?
It seemed he needed to teach them a painful lesson.
"There are still experts guarding Zhang Ruochen's mother."
Seeing two clansmen of considerable cultivation die tragically, the cultivators of the Ghost-Raising Ancient Clan and the Corpse-Driving Ancient Clan all rushed over. Some stood in the courtyard, some on the rooftops, surrounding Zhang Ruochen.
"He's just a young junior, nothing to fear."
A bald old man sneered disdainfully. Holding a bell, he shook it vigorously.
"Jingle, jingle."
Behind him, four Half-Saint battle corpses charged forward, all wearing armor and holding blood blades. The corpse aura they emitted was highly corrosive, causing the trees and flowers in the Realm Son Mansion to wither.
Zhang Ruochen snorted lightly. Pressing his palm against the void, a surge of sacred energy rushed out.
Immediately, the four Half-Saint battle corpses stopped mid-air. Their bodies split apart, turning into yellow sand that flowed out from their armor and scattered on the ground.
Only four empty suits of armor fell to the ground.
"Heavens, he's a Saint."
The cultivators of the Ghost-Raising Ancient Clan and the Corpse-Driving Ancient Clan all drew in cold breaths.
The bald old man in particular was terrified, unable to help stepping backward, wanting to flee.
Zhang Ruochen pointed a finger. A sword wave flew out, striking the bald old man's brow. With a bang, his entire head exploded.
An old man with a somewhat sallow complexion, holding a dark red sacred staff, rode the yin wind and appeared above the dining hall.
Seeing this old man appear, the cultivators of both clans all breathed a sigh of relief and bowed respectfully: "We pay respects to Elder Li Sheng."
Elder Li Sheng's gaze locked onto Zhang Ruochen. His voice was deep and gloomy: "Boy, you'd better not meddle in affairs that don't concern you. Opposing the Corpse-Driving Ancient Clan and the Ghost-Raising Ancient Clan will bring you no good end."
Zhang Ruochen glanced at him and said, "Who is the mastermind? Tell me, and I'll grant you an intact corpse."
The cultivators of both clans all felt that this young man was incredibly arrogant, daring to say such things in the face of a Saint realm elder.
Elder Li Sheng saw the icy coldness in Zhang Ruochen's eyes and felt a tremor in his heart, realizing that this young man was no ordinary person. He asked warily, "Who exactly are you?"
"Who am I? Can't you recognize me? I'm the one you're trying to deal with." Zhang Ruochen dispersed his spiritual power, revealing his true appearance.
"Zhang Ruochen!"
A chorus of terrified voices rang out.
Nowadays, Zhang Ruochen's reputation had spread throughout the world. He was no longer the helpless junior he once was. Just the identity of Blood God Sect Leader alone was enough to frighten countless cultivators to death.
The cultivators of the Ghost-Raising Ancient Clan and the Corpse-Driving Ancient Clan were terrified and fled in all directions, already regretting coming to the Realm Son Mansion. Elder Li Sheng was no exception, fleeing with all his might. How could he dare to fight Zhang Ruochen? The difference in their cultivation levels was like heaven and earth.
"Still trying to leave?"
Zhang Ruochen didn't even make a move. He merely released his Saintly Might, enveloping the entire Realm Son Mansion.
The cultivators of the Ghost-Raising Ancient Clan and the Corpse-Driving Ancient Clan were all suppressed, kneeling on the ground. Not a single one could remain standing. Some even fainted directly.
At the same time, Zhang Ruochen extended a palm and grabbed through the air.
A giant handprint dozens of feet long materialized, seizing Elder Li Sheng who had fled to the edge of the Realm Son Mansion, dragging him back and suppressing him within the handprint.
Zhang Ruochen clasped his hands behind his back and walked expressionlessly before Elder Li Sheng. "Tell me, who is the mastermind? Where are they?"
"Zhang Ruochen, you'd better release this elder, or your fate will be extremely miserable." Elder Li Sheng roared deeply.
Zhang Ruochen stopped questioning him. He reached out a hand toward Elder Li Sheng's brow, preparing to seize his memories and find the answers himself.
Elder Li Sheng clearly knew Zhang Ruochen's intention. He mobilized his sacred energy, rushing it into his sacred source. The next moment, a destructive force surged from within his body.
"Self-detonating his sacred source."
Zhang Ruochen frowned and rapidly retreated. At the same time, he pointed forward, shattering the space near Elder Li Sheng, creating a broken spatial zone.
Elder Li Sheng's sacred body was swallowed by the spatial rift.
The self-detonation of his sacred source only caused the space to tremble slightly, without causing too much destruction.
Afterward, Zhang Ruochen began interrogating the other cultivators. Unfortunately, their cultivation levels were too low, and their knowledge was very limited. He didn't extract much valuable information.
He only confirmed one point: they were all acting under the orders of Feng Yinchang. Moreover, the two clans seemed to have sent quite a few Saint realm experts to the Central Imperial City, not only to capture Lin Fei but also to curry favor with some powerful figures in the imperial court.
"Feng Yinchang, I didn't kill you in the Azure Dragon Ruins Realm, and you've caused me no end of trouble. This time, I won't leave you any way out. Even if Heaven's Mandate Great Emperor protects you again, I will definitely behead you." Zhang Ruochen's eyes blazed with cold light.
In the Azure Dragon Ruins Realm, Heaven's Mandate Great Emperor had been reborn in a Corpse Emperor body, living a second life. He had negotiated with Zhang Ruochen, sparing Feng Yinchang's life. Otherwise, she would have died in the Azure Dragon Ruins Realm.
The cultivators of the Corpse-Driving Ancient Clan and the Ghost-Raising Ancient Clan were all annihilated, crushed into ashes.
Afterward, Zhang Ruochen took out the Buddha Emperor Relic and flew a circle around the Realm Son Mansion. The ghostly evil that had invaded the soldiers' bodies was all purified.
Those soldiers had no idea what had happened, thinking they had only been distracted for a moment. They resumed their patrols and guard duties.
Zhang Ruochen pushed open the dining hall door and walked in with a smile, returning to his seat. He laughed, "Mother, how was your chat with Yanchen? The things in Azure Dragon Ruins Realm, Yin-Yang Sea, and the Northern Domain were actually quite interesting. Where was the danger? Those people were just talking nonsense."
(Chapter End)