Those Who Betray Me, I Will Return it Ten Thousand Fold

Hearing his sister wanted him by her side made MingHao smile. He had often thought his sister was avoiding him because she didn't accept him as her little brother.

In reality, MingYue didn't think too much; she just wanted him to stay because she didn't believe MingHao could really hide everything from their uncle's family.

She then checked his information.

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Name: MingHao Xueqi 

Power Level: 2.5 

Life Force: 96/110 

Cultivation Level: Foundation Stage - Mid-Level 

[Feeling happy, probably from his sister's recognition.] 

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'Foundation stage mid-level... Not bad, it seems he hasn't neglected his training.'

Seeing the description made MingYue feel warm.

She then confirmed some more information with MingHao, asking about the people left in the mansion and their uncle's family situation.

Her uncle Jianfeng had five people in his family: his only son, his wife, the newborn granddaughter, and his wife. Based on MingHao's knowledge, his uncle always maintained some distance from the rest of the family, and after the MingYue incident, the relationship became worse.

MingHao said he saw their uncle talk back to one of the elders, then got attacked because he forcefully brought MingHao back to his house.

"Uncle told me Dad was killed by the patriarch. What do you think?"

MingHao shook his head.

"I don't believe it. It's true that after Mom made a scene, he was last seen going to the patriarch's place and never came out.

But I am sure he is not dead."

"Well, that doesn't matter. Xueqi family…"

Killing intent started spreading from her eyes.

Even if her parents had a reason to do this, it didn't change the fact that the family didn't do anything after she was reported dead, despite her working hard to raise her cultivation to bring the family glory.

For MingYue, this was an unforgivable betrayal.

Her gaze then turned to the ancestral building in another area of the city, her lips curling into a cold smile.

'Those who help me, I will return tenfold; those who betray me, I will make sure to return it ten thousandfold.'

The setting sun kissed the sky goodbye, turning it into twilight.

MingYue was now standing just outside the protection array of the ancestral area, with MingHao at her side and many people standing behind her holding sleek guns.

Some people were kneeling and chained.

A few youngsters and teenagers looked at MingHao with hatred.

"How dare you rebel! Just wait until the patriarch returns from the ancestral ground!"

"I knew it; you are just like your mother! Both of you are traitors to the family."

Hearing all the curses, MingHao clenched his fist. He didn't understand why his sister had brought them here.

Looking at the kids cursing at MingHao, not realizing their own situation, made MingYue shake her head with a chuckle.

'They are young master trash.'

She then realized the kids left here were the useless ones.

Many of the younger generation she was familiar with were not in the mansion, and as for the people of her generation, they should be at other sects now.

She then turned her gaze to the Ancestral Hall with a frown; MingYue started suspecting that whatever was inside was not just some grave.

As for Jianfeng and his family, MingYue made them stay at the inn.

With the Xueqi family inside the ancestral grounds, it didn't take long for her people, led by ZanLu, to take over the city and the mansion.

These people all had pride and a reverent look in their eyes.

They had trampled over the family that ruled over their heads for generations, even though they knew it was probably just an inner conflict within the family since MingHao was with them.

This didn't make it any less significant.

From birth, they had been taught not to make any trouble and to avoid even crossing paths with people from the Xueqi family. Even though they didn't really trample over them on purpose, they knew they were just like second-class citizens compared to them.

Even if they were killed, no one would seek justice for them.

MingYue hadn't known much about this before since she was busy cultivating to gain the family's recognition.

However, the trash of the family was the one making trouble outside; they purposely targeted people who couldn't fight back and sent news to the core family.

They knew they would be punished if it reached the patriarch's ears, not because of what they did but because of how they spent their time.

They should have been cultivating instead of toying with commoners.

But they knew their talent was trash, so cultivating just felt like a chore; there was no way any cultivator's son or daughter would be interested in them.

Even low-tier sects were not interested in accepting them since there were no benefits.

People might think, doesn't the sect at least build a relationship for the family?

But in reality, it's really of no use since these people have zero sway in their family.

They would be killed for causing any trouble within the family.

That's why they vented their low self-esteem onto the commoners, resulting in this rotten young master mentality.

In the past, they wouldn't dare speak up to MingHao, but now that his mother had become a traitor, they dared to do this.

In their eyes, when the elders and patriarch returned, they could easily solve the problem. After all, their opponents were just commoners, and they were caught by surprise.

They didn't realize all the guards didn't even dare to make a sound.

Compared to these 'Young Masters' getting caught in their 'pleasure activity' without any fight, the guards had tried to fight back, only to end up dead.

Cold sweat still dripped from their foreheads, with eyes filled with terror.

They knew they were out of their league, even if everyone returned.

Whoever was behind this attack was a force beyond their comprehension.

They could give artifacts that could be used by anyone, and the artifact's power could easily kill any cultivator at the foundational stage. Even their captain at the core cultivation stage was not spared.