The Strongest Dandy in the City Chapter 2363 - 2352: Maybe There Will Be a Miracle!

The Cheng family's estate rapidly turned vacant and desolate.

Cheng Yiyao stood frozen, lost in thought, unable to shake off her stupor for a considerable period. Eventually, a flicker of awareness returned to her eyes. She turned to Cheng Yuanmu by her side and spoke, "Old Ancestor, I fear I have caused the Chengs considerable trouble. Perhaps they were not entirely wrong. This whole predicament began due to me, and I must bear the responsibility for the chaos I’ve created."

Cheng Yuanmu placed a hand on Cheng Yiyao's shoulder, offering words of comfort. "Yiyao, cease these despondent utterances. I have witnessed your entire life unfold. Those cold-hearted individuals within the Cheng lineage did not inherit even a fraction of my spirit. Only you truly resemble me, which is why you have always been my dearest."

"This time, regardless of the circumstances, I, your Old Ancestor, shall stand unwavering by your side. What are the Zhous to us? At worst, we shall brace ourselves for the end. A multitude of guests will grace the Zhous' banquet. Could they possibly stoop to such depravity as to make a move against us in front of everyone?"

As she absorbed her Old Ancestor's words of solace, the unshed tears in Cheng Yiyao's eyes finally welled over and cascaded down. With a voice thick with emotion, she replied, "Old Ancestor, it isn't that I am unwilling to make sacrifices for the Chengs, nor do I wish to drag them into peril. But tell me, why must Father and the others be so utterly heartless? I never once expressed reluctance, yet they still addressed me with such chilling disdain."

Observing Cheng Yiyao's ceaseless tears, Cheng Yuanmu felt a coldness settle in his own heart, stemming from the callousness of the Cheng clan. "Yiyao," he stated, "they have all forsaken you, but I, your Old Ancestor, shall not."

Cheng Yuanmu then shifted his gaze towards Ye Chenfeng, addressing him with gentle inquiry. "Young brother, do you truly intend to accompany us? If you choose to depart now, it is not yet too late."

The instant Ye Chenfeng affirmed his willingness to remain, Cheng Yuanmu's regard for him deepened considerably. He perceived the young man as truly remarkable.

With her vision blurred by tears, Cheng Yiyao also looked at Ye Chenfeng.

Ye Chenfeng gave a nonchalant nod and declared, "Indeed, I am willing. You once graciously took me in and brought me to the Chengs—a kindness I shall never forget."

Ye Chenfeng's decision to join them on their perilous journey to the Zhous stemmed from two primary considerations: firstly, his loyalty to Cheng Yuanmu and Cheng Yiyao; and secondly, his persistent interest in the Zhous' coveted Hundred-Heart Grass.

He desperately needed to expel the pervasive death and slaughter auras that had taken root within his being. While leveraging these potent energies allowed him to enter a state of Demonization, thereby amplifying his combat prowess significantly, this transformation came at a perilous cost: the loss of self. This, in turn, risked jeopardizing his ultimate aspiration of reaching the Eternal Life Realm.

Although accompanying Cheng Yiyao to the Zhous this time, he had partially prepared himself mentally for the possibility of entering the Demonization state. However, unless absolutely unavoidable, he wished to refrain from such a drastic measure. After all, one could only speculate on the consequences of succumbing to uncontrolled demonization.

Even though Ye Chenfeng possessed the ability to conceal Cheng Yuanmu and Cheng Yiyao within his Chaos Ring, certain confrontations were inevitable. If he sought to obtain the Zhous' Hundred-Heart Grass, an encounter with the Zhous clan was bound to occur sooner or later.

Upon hearing Ye Chenfeng's firm resolve, Cheng Yuanmu let out a hearty laugh. "Young brother, if you would permit it, from this moment forward, we are family. You possess a quality that makes you a hundred, even a thousand times superior to those ungrateful descendants of mine!"

Cheng Yiyao's heart also felt a surge of warmth. She wiped away the tears that had streamed down her face and said, "Chenfeng, thank you. You are the very first man willing to accompany me to my demise. Should we manage to survive this ordeal, or if there is a next life, I vow to be your wife. Regardless of your strength or weakness, even if you possessed not a shred of Spiritual Energy, I would still accept you."

In Cheng Yiyao's perspective, Ye Chenfeng's commitment was tantamount to walking with her towards certain death. In her moment of profound despair, the willingness of a young man to face his end alongside her was akin to a brilliant ray of sunlight piercing through her overcast skies. Naturally, this act would foster a unique sentiment towards Ye Chenfeng within her heart.

Cheng Yiyao had always been a woman of unreserved honesty and endearing straightforwardness. Faced with such dire circumstances, she openly revealed her innermost feelings. This could be construed as a heartfelt confession to Ye Chenfeng—a declaration offered freely and genuinely from the depths of her soul.

Regarding Cheng Yiyao's profound words, Ye Chenfeng could only offer a wry smile inwardly.

The grand banquet hosted by the Zhous family was slated to commence in precisely five days.

Time slipped by with astonishing speed, and three days swiftly passed.

Now, only two days remained until the Zhous' imposing banquet.

During these intervening three days—

The imposing gates of the Cheng estate remained resolutely shut. Ye Chenfeng, Cheng Yiyao, and their companions had not ventured beyond its confines, remaining strictly indoors.

However, the old Steward would occasionally slip away to garner intelligence. Word had reached them that Cheng Nianjiang and the others who had departed from the Cheng clan had established their own Cheng lineage. They had even publicly declared a complete severance from Cheng Yuanmu’s ancestral Cheng clan.

That wasn’t all.

The new Cheng clan, founded by Cheng Nianjiang and his companions, had actively sought to align themselves with Zhou Hongjing. Based on the intel the old Steward procured, the Cheng lineage established by Cheng Nianjiang and his associates had devolved into mere pawns of Hong Jing. This news only intensified Cheng Yuanmu’s fury.

Another two days elapsed.

The day had finally arrived for the Zhou clan's grand banquet.

The entirety of Lingfeng City buzzed with activity. Cultivators thronged the streets, their conversations revolving around the upcoming Zhou banquet. Naturally, the Chengs were also a frequent topic of discussion. It could be said that Lingfeng City had never been more abuzz.

Meanwhile, within the Chengs’ ancestral estate—

Ye Chenfeng, Cheng Yuanmu, Cheng Yiyao, and the old Steward were convened in the main hall of the Cheng residence.

The Zhou banquet was scheduled to commence at noon.

As early as this morning, experts from the Zhou clan, who had attained the Heavenly God Realm, had arrived at the Chengs’ estate to stand guard. This was likely a contingency arranged by Zhou Hongjing, perhaps anticipating that Cheng Yuanmu and his group might falter and hesitate to attend the banquet.

Of course, Zhou Hongjing harbored no apprehension that Cheng Yuanmu would dare to make a move against the Heavenly God Realm experts he had dispatched. Should Cheng Yuanmu actually provoke them, the situation would escalate dramatically, compelling the entire Zhou clan to mobilize and eliminate him.

The two Heavenly God Realm experts from the Zhou clan were already positioned outside the gates of the Cheng estate.

After drawing a deep breath, Cheng Yuanmu declared, "It is time we departed. What is meant to transpire will occur regardless."

Cheng Yuanmu led the way out of the main hall, the old Steward resolutely accompanying him.

From the perspective of Ye Chenfeng and Cheng Yiyao, the retreating figures of Cheng Yuanmu and the old Steward seemed imbued with a somber resignation.

In a hushed tone, Cheng Yiyao directed her words to Ye Chenfeng, "Chenfeng, it is I who have brought trouble upon the Old Ancestor and the Steward, and now I have implicated you as well. Tell me, do you truly believe we can depart from the Zhou’s abode alive?"

Ye Chenfeng offered a smile and responded, "Perhaps a miracle will unfold. It’s possible that in the end, not only will we depart from the Zhou's safely, but every member of the Zhou clan will offer you an apology. Cease overthinking this. Let us proceed!"

Cheng Yiyao did not place much stock in Ye Chenfeng's words, perceiving them as mere attempts to console her. Given how events had unfolded, the likelihood of a miracle seemed nonexistent. The notion of the Zhous extending an apology to her struck her as utterly preposterous. Nevertheless, Ye Chenfeng's comforting words did manage to temper the anxiety churning within her heart.