The people below immediately sighed, feeling that with things reaching this point, the outcome was decided.
Yu Qingge jumped up directly: "Grandfather is mighty."
However, the disciples from the Tang Sect who followed Tang Kun were a bit panicked. What should they do? They hurriedly knelt on the ground, just hoping the old Sect Leader wouldnât blame them. After all, they had no choice.
Tang Wanqian looked at Tang Kun on the ground: "Tang Kun, the sins of heaven can be forgiven, but self-inflicted sins cannot be..."
But before he could finish the sentence, Tang Kun suddenly let out a roar. The sound of this roar was very strange, as if it carried a sound wave that made everyoneâs ears buzz.
As he stood up with the roar, Tang Kun seemed to have changed. The hairpin on his head was broken by the tremor, his hair scattered down, his eyes turned crimson, and his lips turned black... In short, he looked different from a normal person.
Demonization! This was the first word that popped into Yang Ruxinâs mind.
"Nonsense!" Tang Kun muttered a word, then charged at Tang Wanqian, his entire aura completely different, "You old thing should just die!"
Tang Wanqian was already prepared and hurriedly raised his hand to meet the attack with a palm.
All that was heard was a bang, and then Tang Wanqian was seen flying out from the stage like a kite with a broken string, whereas Tang Kun, although also stepping back many steps, stopped at the edge of the stage.
"Grandfather Tang." Yang Ruxin cried out in fright.
Gu Qingheng and Dao Xuzi had already rushed over, but they were still a step too late. Another figure was even faster and rushed over, catching Tang Wanqian in his armsâ it was Ming Guang, preventing the old man from hitting the ground again and possibly falling.
Tang Wanqian steadied himself, just about to say it was nothing, but opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood with a puff.
"Grandfather." Yu Qingge had already rushed over, tears streaming down.
"Master, hurry..." Yang Ruxinâs eyes turned red too.
"Itâs nothing, I wonât die." Dao Xuzi went over, took Tang Wanqianâs pulse, then took out two medicine pills and stuffed them into his mouth, "Old guy, Iâm telling you, these two pills are worth a fortune, youâll have to repay me later. But since youâre poor, Iâll have to ask your granddaughter and grandson-in-law for Silver."
Tang Wanqian pulled the corner of his mouth, but said nothing because the metallic taste was still rising in his chest. Then he opened his mouth and spat out another mouthful of black blood.
"Grandfather..." Yu Qingge was crying uncontrollably.
Tang Wanqian smiled a bit: "Keke, good girl, your grandfather is fine, donât cry."
"Exactly." Yang Ruxin also held Yu Qinggeâs hand, "Once the clotted blood is spat out, heâll be fine. Your crying will disturb Grandfather Tangâs breath regulation."
Yu Qingge hurriedly wiped her tears: "I wonât cry anymore." Since Sister Ruxin and Dao Xuzi both said so, then grandfather was surely fine.
Tang Wanqian smiled a bit, then sat cross-legged to regulate his breathing.
"Xinxin, did you bring the ginseng, fleeceflower root, and Tianshan snow lotus?" Dao Xuzi helped Tang Wanqian by infusing him with some True Qi, then looked at Yang Ruxin.
Yang Ruxinâs lip twitched: "Master, do you really think Iâm a treasure chest that can take out anything you want?" Even if I were a treasure chest, I canât be exposed.
"That old guy needs to recuperate. Those things would help him recover." Dao Xuzi rubbed his nose, looking guilty, "Anyway, just give me whatever you have."