Chapter 337: The Third Term

With no care for anything, Feng Lei dashed toward Feng Haoran’s direction like a crazy bull and tightly grabbed onto his robes after closing in on him, "Do you even realise what you’ve just said?! With those words, you’ve just agreed to hand over our Clan’s thousand-year-old heritage! Now that you’ve been appointed as the Patriarch, have you finally lost your mind?!"

Those brazen words and actions naturally brought an intense frown to Feng Haoran’s forehead.

Grabbing onto Feng Lei’s hands, he pressed on them with crushing force, leaving no choice for Feng Lei but to loosen his grip.

The moment this happened, he shoved Feng Lei’s figure to the side with an irritated expression.

Even though Feng Lei was the son of Feng Jun, his status had always been lower than that of Feng Haoran, who was already an Elder at the Eighth Qi Absorption Stage before being appointed as the Patriarch by Huo Tianyang.

So, being grabbed like this by a Junior naturally infuriated him greatly. Earlier, because of Feng Jun’s status, he might have let him get away lightly, but with Feng Jun almost on the verge of dying, there was no need for him to rein in his anger.

However, keeping in mind the clansmen who were all watching, instead of injuring Feng Lei severely, he just pushed him away while declaring with anger evident in his voice, "I know exactly what I am doing, so there’s no need for you to remind me, Feng Lei!"

As he said those words, Feng Haoran’s gaze immediately turned towards the other Feng Clan members, who all had their gazes fixed towards him with questionable expressions evident on their faces.

Taking a deep breath, he said the next second, "I.... I have seen enough deaths tonight."

As he said those words, he momentarily paused for a couple of seconds before continuing, "The men with whom I used to share tea at times are lying lifelessly next to the rubble beside it all around this place.

I believe it’s the same with almost every one of you present here. Yes, giving away our Clan’s secret technique to the Huo Clan is extremely humiliating.

An action that would definitely make our clan a laughing stock in the eyes of others... but I do not want any more of us to die tonight."

Feng Haoran pursed his lips tightly with a saddened expression.

"Yes, we have faced an enormous crisis this time, but as long as we are all together, we’ll still be able to get back up again...so for me...as the future Patriarch, each and every one of you is more precious than a cultivation technique!

Therefore, now that the decision is in my hands, I’ve naturally decided to lean towards the option that ensures a future for our clan members rather than a dead end.

Yes, it’s humiliating, but it’s necessary. Some of you might hate me for it...but it’s alright.

If becoming the target of your hatred ensures the survival of our clan, then I’m even willing to be hated by the entire clan, for I want each one of us present here to survive..."

The moment Feng Haoran’s words descended upon the Feng Clan members, they all went silent as conflicted expressions started emerging on several faces.

His words had allowed their broiling emotions to settle, making them understand the logic behind his decision.

As a result, the previous sense of betrayal which they felt towards Feng Haoran soon faded away into nothingness.

’Mhm, he’s much more talented than I thought...’ Huo Tianyang thought with an interesting expression on his face while looking at Feng Haoran’s figure.

The next second, he gestured to the Imperial envoy who had been waiting for a consensus to write down the second term on the peace treaty.

While this was happening, Feng Lei could only watch with gritted teeth as the humiliating term got inked on the sheet of paper.

"Brother Lei, please stand up..." A Third Qi Absorption Stage cultivator soon came from the Feng Clan’s side and helped Feng Lei up.

It was also at that time that the Imperial envoy turned towards Huo Tianyang and said, "What’s the third term then, Patriarch Huo?"

"The third term, huh?" Huo Tianyang muttered in thought. With just the first two terms, he had already achieved what he wanted, so deciding on the third was a little time-consuming.

The first term had ensured that the Huo Clan would get their hands on all the best artefacts and treasures which the Feng Clan possessed in their treasury at the moment.

As for the second term, he had demanded the Crimson Fire Arts not because he was impressed by it or wanted to cultivate it, but because after getting his hands on the full version of the Crimson Fire Arts, it would be much easier for them to find out the vulnerabilities and weaknesses that the absorption art possesses.

With that in their hands, even if by some strange luck the Feng Clan manages to rise to power in the future, they would still pose no threat to the Huo Clan as they would already be well aware of their art’s weaknesses.

In short, with the second term, the Feng Clan would never be able to pose a threat to the Huo Clan ever again.

Looking back on the well-thought-out plan, Huo Tianyang couldn’t help but smile subtly with a hint of pride evident in his eyes as he busied himself overthinking the third term.

’Mhmm, just what should I choose for this one...’

While he was debating in his mind as to what the next term should be, Huo Tianyang’s gaze suddenly went towards Feng Lei, who was being helped up by a familiar face.

A cold light instantly flashed in Huo Tianyang’s eyes as he witnessed this scene, and in the next second, he immediately thought of something: ’Yes, let’s do that then...’

"For the third term...I want him dead." Huo Tianyang stated the next second while pointing his finger towards Zheng Ru, who was helping Feng Lei up.

"This..."

Before Feng Haoran could even state his opinion related to the term, it was immediately rejected by the Imperial Envoy.

"Patriarch Huo, that isn’t possible. The emperor had clearly stated that he didn’t want any bloodshed to happen anymore. Therefore, asking for such a term won’t be seen in a good light by him.

That’s why... it would be in Patriarch Huo’s best interest to think of a different term."

The Imperial envoy spoke with warning evident in his voice.

"Ah, so it was just that." Huo Tianyang shook his head as if it wasn’t a great matter when he heard the Imperial envoy’s words and continued with a confident smirk, "It’s all fine in the end if the Huo Clan doesn’t personally take action, isn’t that right?"

Unable to read what was going on in Huo Tianyang’s mind, the Imperial Envoy asked with furrowed brows, "What does Patriarch Huo mean by those words?"

"Since I’ve yet to state the full term, it’s natural for the envoy to be confused, so let me finish it properly."

Huo Tianyang paused for a second and continued with a firm gaze, "I want that man to be killed personally by the hands of my former fiancée, Feng Xing herself. That’s the least she should be doing for violating a promise agreed upon by the two clans, isn’t that right?"

As Huo Tianyang finished those words, a sadistic grin formed on his face.

"This..."

Both the Imperial envoy and Feng Haoran were at a loss for words when they heard those words.

A similar scene was played out among the Feng Clan members, who for a second couldn’t believe what they had just heard.

’To ask a woman to personally kill the person she loved...’ Someone couldn’t help but mutter from the crowd as a spark of rage exploded into a fire the very next instant.

"Just because we are at a losing end, you think we’ll agree to anything?!"

"For what have we fought with all our lives if our Miss Xing still has to go through something like that?"

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Words filled with anger and refusal began pouring out from the crowd, and the feeling was shared by Feng Haoran as well, which made him hesitate.

Seeing this, Huo Tianyang said in amusement, "Think carefully. Although it’s a term I’ve stated, in reality, isn’t this exactly what each and every one of you wants?"

He pointed towards Zheng Ru and said, "If not for this man, the Feng Clan wouldn’t have to go through this crisis. If not for him, your clansmen would still be alive, and your relationship with the Huo clan would have strengthened rather than reached this point.

All of that... was ruined because of this man. So, tell me now? Is it still too much for me to ask something like that? Do you want this man to live at the cost of your fellow clansmen’s lives?"

"This..." Feng Xing’s eyes filled with worry as she looked around to see the eyes of the fellow clansmen wavering.

It was at that moment that a thundering roar echoed all around.

"HUO TIANYANG! ARE YOU DONE WITH YOUR SHADY TRICKS?!"

Feng Jun’s ear-piercing voice rushed past everyone’s ears at that very moment.

"I’ve been tolerating it all this while, but how dare you try to paint black as white and try to make my daughter think of doing something as vile as killing her own lover!

We might be on the losing side, but our clan still has face! If fight is what you truly want, then fight is what you’ll get! My Feng Clan isn’t-"

COUGH! COUGH!

Unable to keep a hold of his injuries any longer, Feng Jun coughed up several patches of blood, losing consciousness thereafter.

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