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Not only Hong Yi came out to greet them.

Hong Yi’s father, the Marquis of Ruyi, also personally came out to greet them.

This Ruyi Marquis appeared to be in his fifties.

However, through Hong Yi, Lu Changsheng knew that this Ruyi Marquis was actually over seventy and had more than forty children.

“Seventh Level Energy Refinement.”

Lu Changsheng recognized the cultivation level of the Ruyi Marquis at a glance.

Such cultivation strength was considered to be that of a master in the secular world.

“Spirit Gathering Array, a minor spiritual land?”

After entering the inner courtyard of the mansion, Lu Changsheng immediately sensed that there was a spirit vein beneath it.

Similar to the one in Bullhead Mountain, it belonged to the less influential spirit veins.

But in the secular world, even a minor spirit vein like this was rather impressive.

After a brief conversation with the Ruyi Marquis, Lu Changsheng followed Hong Yi to a subterranean palace.

“Young Master Yi.”

At the entrance of the subterranean palace, two innate masters stood guard and greeted Hong Yi with a bow.

“Open the door,” Hong Yi commanded outright.

Upon entering the subterranean palace and walking through a tunnel, it was clear that this was a prison.

The air was filled with a damp, musty smell, and many people were confined.

“Any martial arts experts or cultivators who cause trouble in Ruyi Prefecture are dealt with by the Ruyi Marquis Mansion and imprisoned here,”

“Gongsun Hong is detained in the depths,” Hong Yi explained to Lu Changsheng.

Gongsun Hong was the cultivator behind the scenes who had killed Qu Zhenzhen’s entire family.

Lu Changsheng nodded slightly, holding Qu Zhenzhen’s hand as they followed Hong Yi deeper into the dungeon.

Many cells on both sides were empty, some containing prisoners.

Tight bindings in a cross shape, iron chains piercing through the arm bones, tendons in the hands and feet severed, and fetters and chains wrapped around the wrists and ankles indicated that the inmates who were detained here were generally formidable.

They were either cultivators or at least innate masters.

Hearing footsteps, many prisoners opened their eyes.

Seeing Hong Yi, their eyes turned blood-red as if looking at the murderer of their fathers; they struggled vehemently, gnashing their teeth and howling in anger.

Seeing such a scene, Qu Zhenzhen felt frightened and hugged Lu Changsheng’s arm tightly.

Although she was a cultivator at the Third Level Energy Refinement, her timid nature hadn’t changed much.

“It’s okay,”

Lu Changsheng said to his petite wife while gently comforting her.

Not to mention Qu Zhenzhen, even he felt somewhat uncomfortable with the scene before him.

After all, the most tragic scene he had witnessed was the killings in Red Leaf Valley.

But that was not as revolting as what he saw now.

“Brother Lu, Sister-in-law, this person here is Gongsun Hong,” Hong Yi stopped and pointed at a door to a cell, announcing.

Inside sat a man in his sixties, with gray hair, a pale face, purple lips, and appeared to be at death’s door.

He was in a tight binding, iron chains piercing through the arm bones, tendons in the hands and feet severed, and fetters and chains wrapped around the wrists and ankles.

“Gongsun Hong,”

Qu Zhenzhen recognized that this was the very cultivator who had orchestrated the murder of her family.

Hatred and anger surged in her heart.

But at the same time, the thought that her parents died because of her brought a wave of sadness.

“Zhenzhen, let me do it,”

Lu Changsheng sighed softly upon seeing his wife in such a state.

He knew Qu Zhenzhen’s personality well.

He had anticipated that even with the murderer before her, Qu Zhenzhen’s heart would only be filled with sadness and confusion.

She would hardly experience the sensations of anger and hatred, the satisfaction of revenge.

One reason was her personality.

The other was that over the years, much of her hatred had been buried.

Qu Zhenzhen’s eyes turned slightly red as she nodded.

She had felt unwell ever since entering the dungeon.

Even feeling nauseous.

At this moment, asking her to take action to relieve her hatred by killing someone was really beyond her.

“Swish!”

Lu Changsheng snapped his fingers.

A streak of white sword light burst forth, ending Gongsun Hong’s life and severing his head.

When he had saved Qu Zhenzhen, he was still worried that the cultivator behind the scenes might come after them.

But now, over seven years later, killing the enemy was as easy as slaughtering a chicken.

“Wuwuwu, my husband,”

Qu Zhenzhen trembled upon seeing Gongsun Hong’s death, tears streaming down her eyes as she held Lu Changsheng tightly.

Although she felt some relief from revenge, there was more emptiness and sadness in her heart.

Knowing that her parents and family could never return.

“Sigh,”

Lu Changsheng hugged his wife, stroking her hair and comforting Qu Zhenzhen.

If it weren’t for giving his wife closure,

and since she had insisted on coming, he would not have wanted to bring Qu Zhenzhen to such a place.

After the vengeance was done, Lu Changsheng did not stay long.

Picking up Gongsun Hong’s head, he bid farewell to Hong Yi and left.

Carrying Qu Zhenzhen, they rode on the Iron Feather Eagle toward Dongyang Prefecture, to Zhoushan Mansion.

One day later.

The couple arrived at Zhoushan Mansion.

“Father, Mother, wuwuwu—”

Looking at the desolate, weed-infested courtyard, Qu Zhenzhen finally could not hold back her tears and cried bitterly.

Seeing this scene, Lu Changsheng sighed softly.

He consoled his fragile wife and erected a tombstone for her deceased parents.

He then hired people to renovate the dilapidated mansion, arranging for someone to guard the place long-term.

This was so that Qu Zhenzhen wouldn’t have to be so sad and distressed when she came to pay her respects in the future.

He also thought that, should her elder brother who had taken up the Demon Path return, he would see that his sister was still alive and well taken care of.