813: Chapter 802: Ning Fan Takes Control of the Yunteng Family 813: Chapter 802: Ning Fan Takes Control of the Yunteng Family The time left for Teng Feiyue had come to an end.
Since Teng Feiyue was unwilling to act, Ning Fan knew what he must do.
Just as Ning Fan was about to make a move, Teng Feiyue suddenly stopped him.
“If there’s anything you still want to say to him, say it now.”
Ning Fan stared coldly at Teng Feiyue, his unyielding demeanor making Teng Feiyue finally face reality—Ning Fan had no intention of showing her any leniency.
At this moment, the ones begging for mercy were them.
The decision rested entirely upon her, while Ning Fan merely acted according to his rightful stance.
Struggling slightly, Teng Feiyue glanced at her father before finally speaking with despair, “I’ll do it!”
“Good!”
Ning Fan raised an eyebrow, then stepped aside, standing like a spectator, waiting for Teng Feiyue to take action.
To cripple someone was simple.
More precisely, to cripple a Martial Artist only required completely shattering their meridians, or the most direct method—destroying Teng Zhuhai’s Dantian.
At this point, Teng Zhuhai was powerless to resist.
Anyone else could accomplish this without difficulty.
For Teng Feiyue, it was an easy thing to do with no external obstruction.
But for Teng Feiyue, the pressure was immense.
Teng Zhuhai was her father, and if she could not overcome the emotional barrier, she would definitely fail to act.
Even if she did, it would leave an indelible scar in her psyche.
Yet Ning Fan was here to test Teng Feiyue’s sincerity.
She truly had no other choice…
Walking up to Teng Zhuhai, Teng Feiyue’s face bore streaks of tears as she looked mournfully at her incapacitated father lying on the ground.
Her quivering lips couldn’t articulate the sorrow in her heart—how could a daughter bring herself to do something so cruel to her own father?
The emotional burden she carried was beyond anyone’s comprehension.
“Feiyue… don’t… don’t beg him!”
Teng Zhuhai’s eyes were bloodshot as he watched Teng Feiyue in agony.
Rather than allow his daughter to humble herself before Ning Fan in such a way, he would have preferred death.
Seeing his daughter like this, an unspeakable pain engulfed Teng Zhuhai’s heart.
But Teng Feiyue shook her head.
She had no other choice.
If she wanted Teng Zhuhai to live on, her only option was to take matters into her own hands and turn him into a cripple.
“I’m sorry…”
Teng Feiyue whispered these words in Teng Zhuhai’s ear, then slowly placed her hand over his Dantian.
Upon hearing her apology, Teng Zhuhai let out a bitter laugh.
The one who should apologize wasn’t Teng Feiyue but him as her father—forcing his daughter into making such a heart-wrenching decision to save him.
Witnessing this scene, Ning Fan frowned slightly, feeling uneasy.
In his heart, he wondered if this was truly right.
Was forcing Teng Feiyue to do this truly the right thing?
Was it not far too cruel?
After hesitating for a few seconds, Ning Fan silently cursed himself for overthinking.
What was the point of showing this momentary softness now?
He was not related to Teng Feiyue, and the Yunteng Family was his mortal enemy.
If not for this interlude involving Teng Feiyue, their relationship would have remained an irreconcilable confrontation!
Thus, Ning Fan ultimately did not stop Teng Feiyue.
He watched as she shattered Teng Zhuhai’s Dantian with her own hand, reducing him to a cripple.
“Is this… enough?”
After completing the act, Teng Feiyue turned to face Ning Fan.
Her tears had dried, leaving faint streaks on her cheeks that tugged at one’s heart.
Even Ning Fan couldn’t help but sigh inwardly at this moment.
“Not enough.”
“Not enough?
What more do you want me to do?
Do you want me to kill him with my own hands before you’re satisfied?!”
Upon hearing this response, Teng Feiyue cried out in fury.
Why wasn’t it enough?
Would Ning Fan only be satisfied if she personally killed Teng Zhuhai?
The other members of the Yunteng Family were now glaring at Ning Fan in rage, filled with righteous indignation.
They wanted to hear what other unreasonable demands Ning Fan could make.
Teng Bei painfully closed his eyes.
The so-called coexistence of honor and disgrace had brought the Yunteng Family to such dire straits.
How could he just watch all of this unfold?
“Take this.
A week later, I will send someone with the antidote, and you must take it monthly from then on.”
Ning Fan offered no further explanation and simply produced a pill.
Looking at the pill in Ning Fan’s hand, Teng Feiyue finally understood.
Ning Fan still did not fully trust her.
The pill undoubtedly contained poison, and failure to take the antidote regularly would jeopardize her life.
It was Ning Fan’s way of adding insurance.
Understanding this, Teng Feiyue snatched the pill from his hand without hesitation and swallowed it.
After consuming the pill, Teng Feiyue stared at Ning Fan, as if saying, “If you have any more demands, make them now.”
Ning Fan sighed silently and ignored Teng Feiyue.
Holding his Soft Sword, he turned and left the Yunteng Family residence.
Watching Ning Fan leave, every member of the Yunteng Family felt an overwhelming gloom settle over them.
Defeated, they slumped to the ground.
Today’s outcome was unbearable, yet they had no choice but to accept it.
They were at the mercy of others.
They now realized this harsh fate could fall upon them too…
“Carry the injured away and treat them properly!”
After removing the Silver Needle from Teng Bei’s neck, Teng Feiyue approached Teng Zhuhai and helped him up.
But her words fell on deaf ears; no one moved.
Even Teng Bei gazed at her in a daze.
The crowd was still caught in the aftermath of Teng Feiyue’s decision.
Had the Yunteng Family truly pledged loyalty to Ning Fan?
For most, it felt like a surreal dream—a dream that was far too real.
Seeing the lack of action around her, Teng Feiyue frowned, her voice turning icy as she shouted, “Can’t you hear me?”
Her cold, emotionless tone shook everyone back to reality.
Teng Bei’s eyes flickered as he looked at the wounded clansmen lying on the ground, including the unconscious Teng Nan.
Gritting his teeth, he shouted decisively, “From this moment on, the Family Head of the Yunteng Family is Miss Feiyue!”
One sentence brought everyone firmly into the present.
The tides within the Yunteng Family had shifted.
The power of life and death no longer rested in Teng Zhuhai’s hands but in Teng Feiyue’s.
Their new Family Head had just declared allegiance to Ning Fan not long ago.
No one dared to remain idle now.
Immediately, they sprang into action.
The Yunteng Family had suffered heavy losses today, and recovery would require a considerable amount of time.
“Teng Bei, I’ll be counting on you from now on…”
Supporting the barely-conscious Teng Zhuhai, Teng Feiyue’s voice trembled as she spoke.
Teng Bei’s body froze momentarily before looking at Teng Feiyue with a stunned expression.
After a long pause, he finally nodded.