Chapter 71: The Sitou Family's Fury!

Long Tianjiao wore a look of suspicion as she recalled Chu Tian’s subtle gestures earlier. Chu Tian had gently tucked Ye Binglan’s delicate hand back under the covers—a scene so heartwarming it resembled a husband caring for his sick, beloved wife. Second Sister was a beauty capable of toppling kingdoms, her figure voluptuous and alluring. What man could see such a sight and not feel his heart stir? Unless he was not a normal man at all.

Chu Tian was certainly a normal man, all the more so when facing a Second Sister under the effects of an aphrodisiac. Even though Long Tianjiao hadn't witnessed it herself, she could imagine the enticing scene of Second Sister breathing softly, her voice tender and alluring. Even as a woman, Long Tianjiao felt her heart flutter—how could Chu Tian remain unmoved?

“Fifth Sister, what are you thinking? We didn’t do anything. Xiao Tian is not that kind of person,” Ye Binglan regained her icy composure, lifting her index finger to gently tap Long Tianjiao’s forehead.

But Long Tianjiao remained uneasy. “No, I’ll call Third Sister to come care for you and bring you a fresh change of clothes. Otherwise, with just you and Xiao Tian alone, even if nothing happened just now, who knows what might happen later? Sparks could fly at any moment.”

After pondering for a moment, Long Tianjiao made her decision.

“Fifth Sister, you’re so anxious about me and Xiao Tian—could it be that you’re jealous?” Ye Binglan’s expression turned quirky, her gaze fixed intently on Long Tianjiao, as if searching for clues in her reaction.

“Impossible!” Long Tianjiao’s face changed, her voice rising a few degrees.

“Look at how flustered you are! I think you really are jealous.” Ye Binglan laughed lightly, turning the tables and teasing Long Tianjiao. Although Long Tianjiao was the junior sister, her temperament was colder and usually reserved, rarely showing such intense emotion.

“Second Sister, don’t make things up,” Long Tianjiao protested, her excitement prompting her to climb onto the bed, covering Ye Binglan’s mouth with her hand.

Ye Binglan tilted her head away, grabbed Long Tianjiao’s arms, and pulled her onto the bed. The two women wrestled and rolled on the bed in a tangle, the scene both lively and alluring.

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Two hours later, at the Situ residence.

Situ Feng’s corpse had been brought home, and the news of his death had spread among the family.

At this moment, Situ Feng’s body lay atop the coffin, dressed in clean clothing, utterly devoid of life.

“Father, you must not let Chu Tian go unpunished. You must avenge my brother!” Situ Deng clenched his fists, his tone brimming with rage. Chu Tian had not only killed his woman but also slain Situ Feng. Situ Deng cared little for his brother’s fate, but the honor of the Situ family weighed heavily on his mind.

The Situ family had stood firm in Tianmen City for years; when had they ever suffered such humiliation? If they could not kill Chu Tian, what prestige would the family retain in Tianmen City?

A middle-aged man sat at the head seat, his face dark as thunder. He was the master of the Situ family and Situ Feng’s father—Situ Wuhen.

“It seems our Situ family has been far too low-key in recent years. Even a minor family with assets worth billions dares lay a hand on my son. The people of Tianmen City must have forgotten the terror of the Situ family!” Situ Wuhen’s face was twisted with fury. His right hand slammed the armrest, and he rose to his feet. In the next moment, his palm released a burst of energy, shattering the golden nanmu chair beneath him into a pile of wood chips.

Upon hearing his words, the members of the Situ family were also filled with indignation.

“Master, regardless of who this Chu Tian is, we cannot let him go.”

“The news from the Ancient Martial Management Bureau was probably false. I refuse to believe that boy is a Martial Lord.”

“An eighteen-year-old Martial Lord? Such a thing has never been heard of in the entire Hua Nation. Do they really think we’ll believe it?”

“It must be a smoke screen deliberately released by the Bureau to keep us from seeking vengeance against that boy. We won’t be fooled so easily.”

Everyone spoke out angrily, denouncing Chu Tian. Yet the cacophony brought Situ Wuhen back to calm.

An eighteen-year-old Martial Lord—such a claim was astounding. Precisely because it was so shocking, it seemed less likely to be a simple smoke screen.

After all, what purpose would a lie that could be instantly exposed serve? Unless the news was true, and Chu Tian really was a young Martial Lord.

What did that mean?

An eighteen-year-old Martial Lord was already extraordinary. Which family in the secular world could nurture such a prodigy?

“Deng’er, are you certain this Chu Tian is truly a member of the Chu family?” Situ Wuhen frowned, struggling to believe it. The Chu family, a minor clan with no foundation, could produce an eighteen-year-old Martial Lord—how absurd!

“Father, I’ve already investigated Chu Tian’s background. It’s beyond doubt.”

Situ Deng’s face darkened. Though the truth was hard to believe, it was indeed so.

“If Chu Tian isn’t from a major family, he must be the disciple of a powerful martial sect. We need to investigate his background thoroughly,” Situ Wuhen, master of the Situ family, would never act purely on emotion.

He was certain Chu Tian relied on a formidable master behind the scenes. If conflict arose, it might provoke retaliation from Chu Tian’s sect. This matter required caution; no matter how deeply grieved Situ Wuhen felt, he would not act rashly.

At that moment, a servant hurried into the mourning hall.

“Master!” The servant looked nervous, his sudden appearance disrupting the solemn atmosphere.

“What are you flustered about?” Situ Wuhen’s face darkened as he rebuked him.

“Forgive me, Master. It’s just... the Long family called.” The servant trembled as he explained.

Situ Wuhen’s expression changed. In the next instant, he flashed beside the servant, snatched the phone from his hand, and placed it to his ear.

He signaled for silence.

After a brief exchange of whispers, the call ended.

“Father, what did the Long family say?” Situ Deng’s brow furrowed, his face uncertain.

“The Long family forbids us from seeking revenge against Chu Tian!” Situ Wuhen crushed the phone in his hand with a single squeeze.

“The Dragon family of Jinling? Why would they step in to protect Chu Tian?”

“Could it be there’s some connection between Chu Tian and the Dragon family?”

A wave of astonishment swept through the crowd, their earlier arrogance vanished.

The Dragon family of Jinling was a preeminent martial clan in all of Jiangnan, far beyond the Situ family’s reach. If Chu Tian was truly associated with the Dragon family, then the Situ family’s offense against him was indeed a calamity of epic proportions.

So what exactly was the relationship between Chu Tian and the Dragon family?