Chapter 43: The Execution Order from the Hidden Dragon of Lingnan

What? Two disciples from the Southern Dragon of Lingnan were actually buried as fertilizer by a countryside farm owner?
It was simply unbelievable, profoundly unsettling!
No one knew how this news leaked, but it caused a tremendous uproar.
The Southern Dragon clan of Lingnan had always been revered, well-known among locals, and familiar to all.
The grandmaster, Wolong Qingtian, was a figure whose reputation shook all of Lingnan.
Yet his disciples, Zu Xingyu and Yun Feiyang, for reasons unknown, traveled to the Eastern Capital, only to be buried in the earth as fertilizer by a mere farm owner.
The whole world was stunned.
Lingnan, Wolong family.
Seated at the head, Wolong Qingtian wore a fearsome, severe expression.
Kneeling below him were several indoor disciples.
None dared to breathe loudly; the master’s wrath was like a raging fire, threatening to consume them instantly, reducing them to ashes.
The master remained silent, and so did the disciples; the room was quiet to the point of terror, every sound amplified in the stillness.
After about a quarter of an hour, Wolong Qingtian finally spoke: “Is this news confirmed? Where did you hear it from? Are Zu Xingyu and Yun Feiyang truly buried, made into fertilizer, and all because of a petty farm owner? Hmph!”
His cold, sinister laugh weighed heavily on the disciples, deepening their anxiety.
When an emperor is angered, corpses litter a thousand miles; when a grandmaster is enraged, the devastation could be tenfold.
“Master, the news is accurate, passed on from the Eastern Capital. I investigated before bringing it to you,” answered Wei Kang, the lead disciple, respectfully. “I fear Second and Third Brothers have already perished. Master, please avenge them.”
“Master, please avenge them!” All the disciples pleaded, kneeling in unison.
Wolong Qingtian’s face grew darker, terrifying: “If what you say is true, and Zu Xingyu and Yun Feiyang have been killed, rest assured, I will raze that farm to the ground and let the owner be buried alongside them.”
Everyone knew the Wolong family was an ancient martial clan; no one dared disrespect them.

Yet it was this insignificant country farm owner who had buried two of Wolong’s outstanding disciples as fertilizer?
He must have been mad with courage!
Such a person must be destroyed—his entire clan wiped out!
The Wolong family issued a kill order.
The situation grew ever more dire.
Meanwhile, in the Eastern Capital, the Su family.
The Su family was now consumed by fear; anxiety gripped every member.
Their terror stemmed from the Wolong clan’s execution order.
The Su family, though noble in their region, were nothing compared to the mighty Lingnan clans—a difference as vast as heaven and earth.
Ten Su families, a hundred, would be nothing to the Wolong clan, who could erase them from the Eastern Capital overnight.
Su Qingshan hurriedly summoned all family members to discuss what to do.
Zu Xingyu and Yun Feiyang’s deaths were inseparably linked to the Su family.
Both disciples had gone to Phoenix Village, led by Su Qingyi, and arrived at the manor.
Unfortunately, their arrogant behavior sealed their fate, offending the master, and they ended up buried as fertilizer.
A tragic end.
“Qingyi, tell us what happened in detail,” Su Qingshan urged his daughter.
Recalling the events at the manor, Su Qingyi trembled.
The master snapped his fingers, and all creation seemed to freeze.
The two arrogant disciples, condemned by a single word, could not even resist.
“Father, Second Uncle, Third Uncle, here’s what happened…”

When Su Qingyi finished recounting, everyone was struck with terror.
The master’s temperament was truly formidable; disturbed during his nap, he buried them without a second thought.
Just thinking about it was frightening!
“Er… that’s how it happened. You don’t know, I was so scared then, I collapsed and couldn’t move.”
“I saw the master order them buried beneath the orchard in the backyard. Father, what should we do now? The Wolong clan…”
The disciples had been brought to the manor by them; the Su family could not escape responsibility.
Su Qingshan’s expression darkened, his face grave: “Ah, with this happening… I don’t know what to do.”
“You all know the Wolong clan from Lingnan—they are a martial family, and Wolong Qingtian is a grandmaster. Our Su family is nothing to them.”
“Father, if we have no other choice, we should all go to the master. I believe he won’t let us die,” Su Qingyi boldly suggested.
Su Qingshan’s eyes widened: “Is that really possible? Can we seek the master’s protection? What if he refuses? What will we do then?”
Su Qingyi replied immediately: “Given the situation, we have little time to prepare. Rather than let the Wolong clan uproot us, we should take the risk and seek the master’s protection. There’s no other choice.”
“Alright! It’s decided!”
Where there is a will, there is a way; when the boat reaches the bridge, it will cross.
Given the severity of the crisis, the Su family had reached the end of the road. If they waited foolishly for the Wolong clan to arrive,
the outcome was clear: after one night, there would be no trace of the Su family in the Eastern Capital.
Seeking the master’s protection, staking everything on a single gamble.
If their bet was right, they would greet a glorious dawn.
If wrong, then let everything be buried in the earth.