Chapter 51 Sun Qishan's Decision

Because of his special status, Qian Wanbao was held in solitary confinement. Led by the Cleaner, Ye Tian arrived at a wooden cabin.

At this moment, Qian Wanbao was already a shadow of his former self; the once high-spirited patriarch of the Qian family had vanished, leaving behind only a shriveled old man.

“Heh, Ye Tian, you’re truly capable,” Qian Wanbao sneered as the tall, young man pushed open the door. “A masterstroke—using another’s hand to kill!”

He never imagined that after years of painstaking effort to build a family that dominated Zhongdu, he would be brought down by a remnant of the Ye clan.

Just earlier, Tang Zhenguo had sent word to the capital, charging the Qian family with large-scale arms smuggling and treason, and led his men to arrest all direct descendants. The entire operation had taken less than an hour.

Such was the authority of the old master: with just cause, a single word from him could destroy a mighty family in an instant.

And yet, his foolish clansmen still clamored for vengeance, swearing to have the instigator hacked to pieces…

Utter idiots.

Qian Wanbao realized he had raised a pack of fools!

But the most crucial factor in all of this was Ye Tian himself. In a sense, a single man had toppled a clan of such magnitude with ease.

Regret gnawed at Qian Wanbao. If only five years ago he hadn’t sought to curry favor by joining the so-called aristocrats of the capital in their night raid on the Ye family, perhaps he wouldn’t have ended up like this.

“Ye Tian, if you mean to kill me, then get it over with. I’ve had enough of the good life as it is,” Qian Wanbao chuckled darkly. “I, Qian Wanbao, have lived as a tyrant all my life…”

“In that case, let me oblige you,” Ye Tian sneered coldly. Without another word, he drew his saber and thrust it clean through Qian Wanbao’s chest.

“Still putting on airs, are you? Pathetic!” He yanked out the blade and kicked the old man’s corpse across the room.

When Qian Wanbao slaughtered the Ye clan years ago, he should have known retribution would come. Not wait until death was at his door to boast of his legendary exploits!

A beast who lived by tooth and claw—how dare he call himself a hero?

Spitting on the floor, Ye Tian laughed and swept out of the cabin, leaving Tang Long standing there, dumbfounded.

“This young man,” Tang Long muttered to himself, “to kill Qian Wanbao so decisively, and not let his words sway his emotions—he’s truly changed.”

Tang Zhenguo approached, thoughtful. “The Ye Tian of old would have thrown himself into danger for revenge, heedless of the consequences, risking his life again and again. But now, he’s like a different man. He knows how to use others as his blade, and faces every crisis with chilling calm—almost frighteningly seasoned.”

He paused, his eyes flashing with insight. “And besides, though he’s only of the Beidou rank, he managed to bring down multiple armed helicopters single-handedly—suspicious, to say the least.”

Tang Long pressed, “Godfather, are you suggesting…”

“He may have acquired some extraordinary fortune—perhaps from the legendary Immortal’s Mansion in the Qianlong Mountains.”

“In the future, befriend him well. With Ye Tian’s upright character, he could become a sharp blade to cut away the rot from our nation!”

“Yes, sir!” Tang Long replied respectfully.

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In Zhongdu, at the Sun family—one of the city’s three great houses.

Sun Qishan sat in a secret chamber, his face expressionless, watching footage on the screen of the Cleaner leading his men into the Qian estate to take away all the direct descendants.

“Qian Wanbao, you fool!” Sun Qishan’s knuckles tapped an anxious rhythm on the desk. “Well, now you’ll get to join Wu Ba in the afterlife ahead of schedule.”

Of the three great families who once besieged the Ye clan, two had now collapsed. All at Ye Tian’s hands!

There was no need to guess: Ye Tian’s final target would be the Sun family—and Sun Qishan himself.

What to do…

He rapped the desk repeatedly, his mind racing through scenarios: assassination, framing, manipulating public opinion.

None would work!

Ye Tian’s martial prowess was unmatched in Zhongdu, and with Tang Zhenguo backing him, even public pressure was useless.

Ye Tian was a madman. He had dared storm the Wu estate alone and slaughter them all—clearly a man willing to do anything to achieve his ends, heedless of reputation.

In other words, Ye Tian was invulnerable.

After much deliberation, Sun Qishan finally settled on the optimal strategy: every member of the Sun family must keep a low profile and avoid provoking Ye Tian. Not only that, but they must avoid any misdeeds in all of Zhongdu and give no one grounds for accusation.

All members were to hide themselves, retreat to corners where Ye Tian could not see them, and give him no opportunity to find fault.

Why? Because it was the only way for the family to survive.

In the Dragon Nation, even Tang Zhenguo needed just cause to move against a great clan. The three great families were deeply entwined with the interests of Zhongdu’s elite. With the Wu and Qian clans already fallen, the city’s balance was already shaken.

If the Sun family were also wiped out, the established order would collapse entirely, and the city would be plunged into chaos, spawning endless social problems. Those in power, who prized stability above all, would never allow that.

So Sun Qishan’s best option was to keep out of sight, avoid provoking Ye Tian, and work to improve the family’s public image in Zhongdu. That way, Tang Zhenguo would have no excuse to make a move against them.

Once the old master returned to the capital, Sun Qishan could rise again—and then there would be countless ways to deal with Ye Tian.

With this in mind, he issued a resolute order: “From this moment on, no member of the Sun family is to cause trouble outside—especially not with Ye Tian. If you encounter him, you must show restraint; no conflict is permitted!”

“Those who indulge in bullying and vice must reform at once. If you have time, do some charity work and donations to maintain the family’s social image…”

The order sent shockwaves through the Sun household.

“What? We can’t even visit the foot massage parlors anymore?”

“Damn it, when have I ever suffered such humiliation? I just hired someone to rough up that kid, and now I’m meant to apologize and beg for forgiveness?”

The Sun family’s wastrels wailed and grumbled, but the head of the house had spoken, and that was law. However dissatisfied, they could only grit their teeth and obey.

And as the Sun family fell into chaos, Ye Tian, who was at the hospital attending his senior sister, received a phone call.

It was Yang Yiqiu.

“Hello, is this Mr. Ye? I’d like to invite you to a charity gala this weekend, and introduce you to some friends,” came her sweet voice over the line.