816: Chapter 805: Huo Qiuran’s Doubts 816: Chapter 805: Huo Qiuran’s Doubts “I didn’t come here to seek your opinion.
However, you do have the right to choose.
From my perspective, it doesn’t matter who goes this time.
You can choose to stay behind…”
Ning Fan’s tone left Teng Huayang unable to retort, as though it was a reminder of his current status.
He was no longer the esteemed eldest son of the Yunteng Family, but merely a prisoner under lock and key.
“Know your place!”
Though Ning Fan didn’t say this outright, as long as Teng Huayang wasn’t completely foolish, he should understand the reality of his position.
Moreover, the Yunteng Family was no longer the one Teng Huayang knew.
Teng Zhuhai was now just a useless cripple, and Teng Feiyue’s life was firmly in Ning Fan’s hands.
Even if Teng Huayang returned, it would be to no avail.
“You…
what exactly did you do to my sister?”
Teng Huayang stared at Ning Fan, lost in despair.
His gaze was vacant, and he didn’t believe that what Ning Fan had done was good news for him in any way.
Unbeknownst to him, massive changes had already overtaken the Yunteng Family.
In truth, once he controlled Teng Feiyue’s life, Teng Huayang, the hostage, became somewhat irrelevant.
Of course, to be cautious, Ning Fan still needed him as leverage.
“Relax.
For you—and for your sister, this is a good thing.
Besides, haven’t I kindly agreed to let you return?”
It sounded like a grumble, as if Teng Huayang should be expressing gratitude.
But Teng Huayang understood all too well that Ning Fan was toying with him.
This could only be described as a perverse amusement.
Though he understood, he was utterly powerless.
The feeling was insufferable.
From the beginning to the end, Ning Fan held him firmly by the leash.
Other than bellowing in impotent rage, Teng Huayang seemed completely incapable of doing anything else.
One couldn’t help but wonder—when Teng Huayang learned the full details of what had transpired within the Yunteng Family, what expression would he wear?
Despair?
Fury?
Ning Fan was curious but not particularly eager to find out.
After all, it didn’t matter to him.
Teng Huayang’s emotions were irrelevant—so long as he remained useful.
“In a few days…
hmm, four or five, perhaps, I’ll have you sent back to the Yunteng Family.
You can stay there for a few days.
However, if you don’t feel like coming back, you’d better prepare a coffin for your sister, Teng Feiyue.”
Ning Fan wasn’t worried that Teng Huayang wouldn’t return.
This man’s lifeblood was his family, as was Teng Feiyue’s.
The two were deeply connected, and Ning Fan held both their lives in his grasp.
As long as nothing unpredictable happened to the Yunteng Family—like Teng Zhuhai suddenly making a miraculous recovery—everything would remain firmly within his control.
In stark contrast to Ning Fan’s calculated plans, Teng Huayang’s heart was shrouded in darkness.
He knew nothing about the upheaval in the Yunteng Family.
All he could do was glean small clues from Ning Fan’s occasional remarks.
The fact that his sister, Teng Feiyue, had become a bargaining chip infuriated Teng Huayang.
Yet anger alone was useless.
He was nothing more than a powerless prisoner.
Looking at Ning Fan’s smug and triumphant expression, Teng Huayang gritted his teeth furiously.
However, he didn’t dare speak out against Ning Fan—not out of concern for his own safety, but because of his sister Teng Feiyue’s well-being.
Confronting Ning Fan now would be a terrible decision.
“Alright, I came here just to inform you of this.
I’ll come find you again in a few days.”
Seeing that Teng Huayang remained silent, Ning Fan curled his lips in boredom.
Teng Huayang’s reaction didn’t surprise him in the least.
The moment Teng Feiyue’s safety was mentioned, this man would spiral into panic.
Just like before, he’d act thoughtlessly, lashing out as if he could fight his way out.
Though foolish, this gullibility was precisely what made him easy to manipulate, easy to control.
After leaving the Shadow Base, Ning Fan didn’t immediately return home.
Instead, he went to see Huo Qiuran.
“Finally, you’re back!
Let me take a look at you—are you hurt anywhere?”
Seeing Ning Fan, Huo Qiuran breathed a sigh of relief, then hurriedly tugged at him to strip down so she could check his injuries.
The events that had unfolded in Zang City had already spread like wildfire, and naturally hadn’t escaped Huo Qiuran’s notice.
Based on the details, it was easy for her to deduce that the mastermind behind the grand upheaval was Ning Fan.
While she felt proud of her man for toppling a powerful family, Huo Qiuran was deeply worried that Ning Fan might have been hurt.
After all, the Yunteng Family wasn’t some insignificant group, but a notoriously prominent clan.
The dangers Ning Fan must have faced were unimaginable.
Watching Huo Qiuran’s anxious expression, Ning Fan couldn’t help but let out a helpless chuckle, shaking his head as he said, “Why are you so worried?
Aren’t I standing here perfectly fine in front of you?”
At his words, Huo Qiuran instinctively rolled her eyes.
Huffing, she retorted, “Oh, sure, you’re standing here now.
But who knows what trouble you, you heartless scoundrel, could have gotten into?”
Hearing her tone and words, Ning Fan sheepishly rubbed his nose, looking somewhat guilty.
Huo Qiuran insisted on thoroughly checking Ning Fan’s body.
Left with no choice, he allowed her to examine him.
Fortunately, in the past three days, he had been resting well, and his body—unlike ordinary people’s—had already fully healed.
Aside from old scars, there were no noticeable wounds.
The only mark left was a faint line on his left chest—a reminder of the sword strike he’d suffered from the Second Elder.
Every time Ning Fan thought of that blow, he couldn’t help but shudder.
If luck hadn’t been on his side, he might never have returned alive.
The Second Elder had no idea that Ning Fan’s heart was positioned on the right side.
Otherwise, that one strike would have surely pierced his heart, ending his life on the spot.
Huo Qiuran had no way of knowing the turmoil within Ning Fan at that moment.
After confirming he had no lingering injuries, she finally let out a deep sigh of relief.
“Is it true?
The Yunteng Family?”
Huo Qiuran looked at Ning Fan with a serious expression, her tone solemn, clearly treating the matter with great importance.
Ning Fan nodded and replied, “The Yunteng Family’s head is now Teng Feiyue, not Teng Zhuhai anymore.
The Yunteng Family no longer poses any threat to me.”
Teng Feiyue had openly declared her loyalty to Ning Fan.
This outcome had even caught him by surprise.
The rumors spreading outside were deafening; many were avidly discussing the event.
The allegiance of an established clan like the Yunteng Family had astonished the world.