The magician continued to shake his head. Ming Zhitian took a deep breath. "Then why did you capture my wife? Don't give me any nonsense, because if you do, I'll lose control and kill you."
"!"
The magician was startled. Hong Lie Feng said to Ming Zhitian, "Ming Zhitian, for my father's sake, please spare him. The Demon Ancestor holds a higher position in the Demon Sect than my father."
Ming Zhitian had personally witnessed the grandeur of King Hong Tie's nine hundred thousand strong army, and he doubted he could withstand such a force.
He nodded. "Don't worry, I won't kill him."
But why would a magician of such high standing target his family, a seemingly insignificant person like him? Ming Zhitian was puzzled.
Sensing Ming Zhitian's chameleon-like gaze, which could shift at any moment, the magician confessed truthfully. "It was Lai Xiaoyang. He promised me a legacy in exchange for dealing with you."
Ming Zhitian said coldly, "Lai Xiaoyang?"
The magician quickly replied, "Yes, yes, yes. It was all his idea. He's a disciple of Bei Ming Yuan, the Sect Master of Yan Qing Sect in the Five Cities of Diyuan."
Ming Zhitian, however, was more interested in the legacy itself. "What kind of legacy?"
The magician was reluctant to speak, but seeing he was now at the mercy of another, he revealed everything. "Here's the address."
Ming Zhitian took a piece of Xuan paper, glanced at it, and then placed it in his storage bag.
The magician said resentfully, "This is about the legacy of the Divine Body. I've given it all to you. Can you let me go now?"
Ming Zhitian nodded and shook his head. "You dared to covet my woman. Your death sentence is commuted, but you will not escape punishment. I'll let you learn a lesson: Ming Zhitian is not to be trifled with."
"Ming Zhitian!" Hong Lie Feng tried to intervene.
Ming Zhitian waved his hand. "I know."
The magician looked at Ming Zhitian's devilish eyes in terror. "Ming Zhitian, how dare you!"
"Shu!"
Ming Zhitian cleanly severed the magician's right hand with his sword. "Ah! My arm!..."
Ming Zhitian said coldly, "Get out."
Despite his deep resentment, the magician, grateful to have kept his life, could only flee in a sorry state.
Hong Lie Feng's delicate eyebrows furrowed. "Ming Zhitian, didn't you hear what I said?"
Ming Zhitian replied, "I did."
Hong Lie Feng said irritably, "Then why did you... You're completely finished. I told you, the Demon Ancestor's position in the Demon Sect is above my father's. You've utterly offended him. From now on, you will face the judgment of the Demon God himself. Not even my father can save you."
Ming Zhitian shrugged. "He provoked me first. I was merely acting in self-defense. The Demon God? Isn't military power in your and your father's hands? Will he mobilize nine hundred thousand troops to hunt me down for a mere Demon Ancestor?"
Hong Lie Feng said, "Military power is in my father's hands, but we must also obey the Demon God's commands."
She sighed. "Of course, the Demon God wouldn't mobilize his army for a mere cultivator like you. He wouldn't disregard the bigger picture. But don't get too happy too soon. Be very careful."
Ming Zhitian was unconcerned. "If he comes, let him come. I am not afraid."
He then put his arm around Yan Ran Qingcheng's waist. "Qingcheng, let's go home."
Seeing Hong Lie Feng still lost in thought about Ming Zhitian offending the Demon Ancestor, he asked her, "Are you still following me?"
Hong Lie Feng snapped back to attention. "Of course! I told you, if you don't teach me the Star Dragon Jade Flower Halberd Skill, I'll follow you."
"As you wish." Ming Zhitian tore open a spatial rift and returned to the Peerless Mansion.
The other women had been waiting for a long time and rushed over. "Husband, are you alright? Where is Sister Qingcheng?"
Yan Ran Qingcheng emerged. "I'm fine. As for Sister Li Xue..."
Ming Zhitian's expression turned grim. "Taking one arm from that old fellow was too lenient. Fine, I'll settle all scores with Lai Xiaoyang!"
Ouyang Ni Feng said, "Husband, you're going out again. Take me with you."
The other women chimed in, "Us too."
Ming Zhitian waved his hand. "Be good, stay home and wait for my news. The surroundings of the Peerless Mansion are now protected by my level five mechanical arts. Anyone below the Heaven Sealing realm who dares to attack will not return."