Dual Cultivator Reborn [System In The Cultivation World] Chapter 1035: Do you think my mother is a joke?

"Mother, I came to see you, but you are toiling away all by yourself! By the way, Jasmine is also here, awaiting you in your private chambers. Why don’t you go and see her? I’ll join you shortly." Yohan gently laid a hand on Alena’s shoulder. He could perceive the unease in Alena’s eyes upon seeing him here at her manor.

The elders exchanged surprised glances at Yohan’s words. Their sole purpose was to see Alena, the matriarch of the Lin clan, and they had no desire to entangle themselves with Yohan; they understood he was beyond their capabilities.

"I believe we should return at a more opportune moment..." one of the old men stammered nervously, clearly wishing to depart the premises swiftly.

"Indeed, Lady Alena should spend some personal time with Young Master Yohan. We shall come back later!" another elder chimed in, forcing a smile onto his aged, wrinkled face.

Alena was on the verge of dismissing them. After all, engaging in discourse with these old fools served no purpose; they were mere pawns, manipulated by the six Great Elders of the clan, present solely to patronize her.

"You are not going anywhere!" Before Alena could dismiss the elders, and before they could depart, Yohan’s chilling voice reverberated through the matriarchal hall, catching everyone off guard. The elders’ faces drained of color, their bodies stiffening as they stared at Yohan in sheer terror, bewildered as to why the Young Master was preventing their exit.

"Yohan..." Alena began, but Yohan placed a palm gently over her lips, silencing her. She was taken aback by this gesture, and even the elders watched with gaping expressions.

"Jasmine awaits you. And one more thing—I am dining with you tonight, so why not prepare something delectable for me, as in the past?" Yohan inquired, his gaze meeting Alena’s with a tender smile. Perceiving the warmth and gentleness in his eyes, Alena fell silent, realizing the futility of attempting to dissuade him.

"Alright, I will see you at dinner!" She lightly caressed his cheek with a smile before departing the matriarchal hall. She paid no further heed to these elders; their destinies now rested entirely in Yohan’s hands. The elders watched Alena’s retreating figure, desperately wanting to call out to her, but under Yohan’s piercing gaze, none dared utter a sound. It was as if their voices had been stolen, their limbs rendered immobile beneath the immense pressure bearing down on them.

As soon as Alena departed, Yohan casually gestured, and the heavy doors of the matriarchal hall slammed shut from within. The opulent sofa where the elders had been seated slid backward, stopping precisely at the hall’s edge. Yohan remained alone in the center, seated with crossed legs, fixing his gaze upon the six figures standing before him. They appeared as though they had witnessed a specter, their faces utterly darkened with dread.

"You insolent wretch, do you presume my mother is some kind of plaything?" Yohan finally shattered the silence. His eyes were ice-cold, radiating an intense, suffocating killing intent directed squarely at one of the elders.

The elders were taken aback, failing to comprehend the true significance of his pronouncement. But in the next instant, all of them collapsed to their knees simultaneously as an overwhelming force bore down upon their bodies. They looked up at Yohan in absolute horror.

"Young Master Yohan... what precisely do you intend to do?" one of the old men attempted to question, but before another syllable could escape his lips, his entire body detonated. He met an instantaneous end, leaving the others paralyzed with terror. The sheer magnitude of the crushing force had annihilated him.

This was precisely the individual who had dared to threaten Alena verbally, proclaiming that the six great factions wielded considerable influence within the clan and were displeased with Yohan’s actions. He had warned that should she fail to curb his transgressions, they might be compelled to intervene.

The surviving elders immediately grasped the reason behind their comrade’s gruesome demise. He represented the administrative faction, and Yohan had executed him on the spot for showing disrespect to the matriarch.

"You, old man. Tell me, do you regard me as a mere trifle?" Yohan posed the question again. This time, his unwavering gaze fastened upon a bald elder, who was profusely sweating. The remaining four elders experienced a fleeting sense of relief, grateful that his terrifying focus had shifted entirely to the representative of the alchemy faction.

"Young Master... I would never dare..." the bald man stammered, his voice quivering. He was utterly aghast at the sudden, brutal end of his fellow elder, who had openly contested Yohan’s official investiture as the clan’s future leader.

​​The bald elder inwardly cursed his fate for becoming entangled in this mess. This was his initial encounter with Yohan, and he harbored a grim premonition that it would also be his last. How could he have forgotten the nature of this man? Yohan was the very monster who had obliterated the Nichole clan and ruthlessly executed an elder from the Xian clan. The elders had allowed arrogance to consume them, mistakenly believing that familial ties would prevent Yohan from harming his own kin. They were gravely mistaken. The Young Master showed no regard for their lives; this was evident in his icy gaze. His intention was clear: to annihilate them all.

​​"My Lord, I implore you to spare my life! I am merely a representative, a mere pawn manipulated by the High Elder of the alchemy faction," the bald man pleaded, desperately begging Yohan for clemency.

​​Abruptly, an invisible force seized his body, lifting him into the air and drawing him directly towards Yohan. Yohan extended his hand, gripping the old man's neck with formidable strength.

​​"Fear not. Once this rabble is dealt with, I shall personally visit each and every High Elder. Effective immediately, the six great factions shall be dissolved," Yohan proclaimed, his gaze locked onto the terrified eyes of the elder.

​​The remaining elders inhaled sharply in utter disbelief, their minds struggling to comprehend his words. Yohan was not only set on executing the representatives present but also intended to eradicate every single elder affiliated with the six factions.

​​"Do you truly intend to shatter the very foundation of the Lin clan? How can you be so utterly heartless?" the bald elder choked out, his thoughts reeling from the sheer enormity of Yohan’s declaration.

​​"I have no need for rotten elements within this clan. Under my dominion, a new order will be established, operating under my absolute will. Henceforth, my trusted companions shall form the new core of this clan," Yohan responded, a chilling smile gracing his lips.

​​The old man gasped for breath, overwhelmed by Yohan’s audacious and brutal ambition. This Young Master was a stark contrast to his predecessors. His grandfather, Elder Su Wan Lin, had ruled with kindness. His father, Su Lin, though arrogant, had never stooped to such depths of slaughtering his own clansmen.

​​"You... a demon..." the bald man cursed, the realization dawning that escape from this room was utterly impossible.

​​"Indeed, I am no saint."

​​With these final words, Yohan snapped the elder’s neck with a sharp, audible crack, letting his lifeless form tumble to the floor directly before the four terrified survivors.