My husband Can Cultivate

Chapter 399 399: Going Alone with a Sword

He had just hung up the phone when Zhao Xiong, Wang Nantian, and the others arrived.

"Mr. Yang!" Zhao Xiong said urgently. "We've thought it through carefully. You must back down! Where there's life, there's hope! Your combat power is indeed formidable, but the Thunder Sect is not to be trifled with. And their master is a hidden expert. How can you possibly be a match for them all by yourself?"

Each of them was trembling. It was hard to imagine how Yang Qi would survive this ordeal.

Yang Qi nodded. "It seems I can't just sit back and wait. How about this? Who here can help me write a letter demanding their surrender? There are so many people in the Thunder Sect. It would be a waste to kill them all, not to mention excessively cruel. I hope they'll surrender peacefully."

The men standing there were completely stunned.

What is happening? We're telling him to run for his life, and he wants to write a letter demanding their surrender? Isn't that pure provocation? With Cao Shaqing's temper, would he ever surrender? This is just adding fuel to the fire!

"What, nobody knows how? Fine, I'll do it myself," Yang Qi said, a flicker of interest in his eyes.

I've never written a surrender notice before. This could be fun.

Everyone was speechless as Yang Qi actually began to write the letter, clearly enjoying the process. After finishing, he even took a moment to polish his prose, then stuffed the letter into an envelope, deciding he would deliver it to Cao Shaqing personally.

Seeing this, the others knew Yang Qi's mind could not be changed. Helpless, they could only return to make their own preparations. They felt that they were already in the same boat as him. If Yang Qi refused to flee, they had no choice but to stand with him.

Back at the City Lord Mansion, Zhao Xiong issued an order. "Command the City Lord Mansion guards to prepare to accompany me to Thunder City! This battle concerns the prosperity of the Zhao Family and the very survival of Kang City. There can be no mistakes!"

Wang Nantian also gathered the experts of the Tian Nan Martial Arts Hall, preparing to head to Thunder City. Yan Bo did the same. Du Le'an did the same. Even many independent Martial Artists decided to go to Thunder City. Among the ranks of warriors, there were still plenty of men and women with righteous courage.

At the same time, the Lei Mansion in Thunder City also received the news.

Lei Qingtian took a deep breath and looked at his son, Lei Tingjun. "The time has come to show the strength of our Lei Mansion. Tingjun, summon the Thunder Guards! We swear to protect Mr. Yang to the death!"

"Yes, sir!" Lei Tingjun nodded, his expression grave.

This time, the crisis Yang Qi faced was immense. The Lei Mansion could have simply watched from the sidelines, but Lei Qingtian knew that wasn't an option. He had to get involved—not to compete for supreme status in Thunder City, but to protect Yang Qi.

Because I've always felt that Yang Qi is the future of the Lei Mansion. If Yang Qi dies, the Lei Mansion is doomed! If Yang Qi lives, the Lei Mansion will prosper!

...

Uncle Sword and the ninety-eight Sword Guards were staying in a manor in Kang City. At that moment, Uncle Sword was holding a cell phone, Lin Qingxuan's voice on the other end.

"I sneaked out, so I'll make this quick!" Lin Qingxuan was forbidden from using a cell phone in the Heavenly God Sect; even if she could, there was no signal or internet. She had to sneak away because she had learned what was about to happen. "Uncle Sword, no matter what, you must protect Yang Qi! If he dies, I die! You'd better understand the stakes!"

Uncle Sword gave a bitter smile. "Miss, you don't have to be so drastic. I never refused. But is it really for the best to help him like this? Don't you wish for him to rise up through his own strength?"

"That may be true, but what rise is there for a dead man?" Lin Qingxuan retorted. "It's Seventh Uncle who wants to test him, not me! If I could, I would stay by his side forever. I don't care. I absolutely will not allow him to come to any harm, even if it means breaking the rules. If it comes to it, you'll have to take matters into your own hands and annihilate the Thunder Sect!"

An embarrassed look crossed Uncle Sword's face, but he could only agree. However, he didn't plan to intervene immediately. He wanted to see how Yang Qi would resolve this crisis on his own.

A man can't rely on a crutch forever; eventually, he has to let it go.

「Thunder Sect. The day before the funeral.」

Over ten thousand people had already gathered, and the number of mourners was still increasing. This was the Thunder Sect. The 'Four Sects and Six Families' was not just an empty title. They were truly formidable.

Inside the grand hall of the Thunder Sect, three hundred Deacons and sixteen Elders were present. Seated on the highest throne was, naturally, the Sect Leader of the Thunder Sect, Cao Shaqing. The Demon General and Fire General still stood at his sides like two Demon Gods.

The Great Elder glanced at Cao Shaqing. His once salt-and-pepper hair was now snow-white, and he looked far more haggard. As the Great Elder and Cao Shaqing's older brother, he felt a pang of heartache, followed by a surge of rage.

The Cao Family was not a prolific one. This generation had produced only a single male heir, Cao Geng; all the other children were daughters. They had been counting on Cao Geng to continue the family line and preserve the Cao Family's status within the Thunder Sect. But now, he was dead. As Cao Geng's uncle and Cao Shaqing's brother, the Great Elder's fury was no less than the Demon General's.

"My dear brother, don't let grief consume you," the Great Elder said. "What's done is done. Dwelling on it is meaningless. What we must do now is seek vengeance. I don't care about his background or how formidable his combat power is. This time, I'll make him pay with his life—a debt of blood for blood!"

As he said this, he probably gave no thought to how many innocents the Thunder Sect had killed over the years, or how many innocent lives Cao Geng himself had ruined. If debts of blood were truly to be repaid in blood, then Cao Geng's death was well-deserved, and the Thunder Sect itself deserved to be destroyed.

"Thank you, elder brother," Cao Shaqing nodded, clearly relieved. Seeing the looks of righteous indignation on the faces of the Thunder Sect members, he knew his revenge was certain.

"Tomorrow is the funeral. It seems Qifei Group and Yang Qi have no intention of coming voluntarily," Cao Shaqing said, his voice cold. He glanced at the Fire General beside him and commanded harshly, "Fire General, send out the order: all the top executives of Qifei Group and Yang Qi are to personally come to Thunder City to attend my son's funeral and accept the judgment of the Thunder Sect! If they do not come, they die!"

The order was quickly delivered to the Qifei Group, causing a wave of panic. After all, besides Li Qingyan, Iron Heart, and Iron Bone, the group was full of ordinary people. None of them had ever witnessed such a scene or heard such a terrifying command. Defy the order and die? It was outrageously arrogant.

When Yang Qi heard about it, he made a special call to Ye Fei. "Tell everyone to keep working. This has nothing to do with them."

He was already prepared to head for Thunder City. He would face them alone. The Wolf King and the Wolf Guards were all left behind in Kang City to protect those who needed it, just in case. Besides, their presence wouldn't make much of a difference; they wouldn't be of much help anyway.

The next day was the day of the funeral. The entire Thunder Sect was draped in black and white decorations. A Spirit Hall had been set up inside, and mournful music played. For some reason, even the sky seemed somber and oppressive, as if something momentous was about to happen.

Today's funeral was extraordinarily grand. All of Thunder City's Four Sects and Six Families had sent wreaths; even the Lei Mansion had sent one. They had to maintain appearances before taking action. A massive crowd had gathered within the Thunder Sect—some to mourn, and others just to watch the spectacle.