Chapter 141

After noticing Xiao Yan's arrival, everyone turned their attention toward him, and they all wanted to see what was so special about him. 

Xiao Yan felt countless gazes on him, and the corner of his eyes twitched. It was almost as if he was a monkey caged in a zoo. 

Even though he looked calm on the outside, Xiao Yan was almost on the verge of going berserk. How much hard work, pain, and difficulties he has faced to arrive at this step, and all seemed to be taken for granted by these people. 

Over the last three years, which day was not a life-and-death situation? Still, he survived and came out stronger than before. 

'I, Xiao Yan, have come to this step by myself, and now I have the opportunity to regain everything I lost,' Xiao Yan muttered to himself. He still remembers that day vividly like an endless loop it keeps playing in his mind. 

After taking a deep breath; Xiao Yan raised his head, looked straight, and spoke confidently, "Xiao Clan, Xiao Yan." His body's momentum was akin to a sharp spear ready to drink blood. 

The scene became silent after hearing Xiao Yan's voice, and apart from a few people, the rest were affected by his momentum. 

The five sitting on the stone chair calmly looked at Xiao Yan, and from time to time, their eyes flicked; no one knew what they were thinking. 

...

The next moment, Xiao Yan raised his foot and stepped forward. 

At this instant, the Misty Sect disciples sitting in the front simultaneously released their momentum. An extremely thick breath aimed at Xiao Yan covered the square.

No one stopped it; even Xiao Ning sat still with an indifferent look. Everyone regarded it as a small test. 

Although the Misty Cloud Sect's disciples did not attack; still their collective momentum was not something a young man like Xiao Yan could bear, or at least they thought so. 

Xiao Yan felt his body getting heavier, as if a mountain was on top of him, pressing him down. With each passing second, the momentum crushing Xiao Yan rose. 

His body made creaking sounds, and Xiao Yan bent slightly. As he did, a fierce look flashed in his eyes. He screamed loudly and riled up his dou qi. The next moment, a pale white dou qi burst out from his thin body and collided against the momentum released by hundreds of disciples. 

He stood straight and walked forward steadily, and the slight sneer on his face was like a slap on the Misty Cloud Sect's face. 

After seeing it with their own eyes, everyone found Xiao Yan was different from what they had imagined. 

"Stop it," Yun Leng came forward with a dark face. 

The Misty Cloud Sect's disciples stopped, and the heavy atmosphere disappeared. 

...

Xiao Yan stood a couple of feet away from Nalan Yanran and looked at her indifferently. 

"I have come to fulfill the promise made three years ago and take back the dignity of my Xiao Clan," Xiao Yan spoke calmly. 

The calmness in his voice made Nalan Yanran take another look at the youth in front of him. She nodded slightly in her heart and even admired him a bit. Yet, it did not hinder her from completing her duty. 

Nalan Yanran sighed slightly and spoke in a melodious voice, "I understand; I was a little excessive, but I have the right to choose my future, and no one can take that away from me." 

"A little excessive?" Xiao Yan thought about everything and asked coldly. 

At this moment, from the corner, Yun Leng came forward and spoke softly, "Let this duel be a learning experience for both and try to stop....." 

"Life and death are dictated by the heavens." Xiao Yan's cold voice interrupted him.

Yun Leng's face darkened; he, the dignified grand elder of the Misty Cloud Sect, was interrupted by a brat. 

Without giving Yun Leng any chance, Nalan Yanran said, "As you wish." 

Yun Leng stepped back in frustration. He stared at Xiao Yan with an icy look in his eyes. 

Both Xiao Yan and Nalan Yanran burst out with amazing momentum. The dou qi covered their bodies as their momentums collided against one another. 

The crowd exclaimed after seeing this. Najan Jie who sat beside Xiao Ning had a solemn face. The better Xiao Yan performed, the more embarrassed he felt. He glanced at Xiao Ning from the corner of his eye and sighed. 

Jia Xing Tian and Hai Bo Dong both nodded their heads from time to time. They felt both Nalan Yanran and Xiao Yan have a bright future. 

Xiao Ning didn't have many thoughts; he looked at everything indifferently, like watching the dead. 

...

From the moment, when Xiao Yan stepped foot in the square, Yun Yun's eyes shrank, and her mind went blank. Her eyes stayed on Xiao Yan's face as she tried to comprehend. 

'How can this happen?' She thought. Yun Yun never cared about Xiao Clan in the first place. She only heard a little about Xiao Yan from her disciple. 

It seems like fate played a joke on her. Yun Yun never imagined the man she met in the cave, the man whom she started to have feelings for turned out to be the same person who has a marriage contract with her disciple. 

Yun Yun felt someone had just crushed her heart, and her mind was in chaos. She just kept staring blankly at what was happening. Now she was the one who couldn't choose. 

On one side was Nalan Yanran, the disciple she nurtured carefully; on the other hand, Xiao Yan, for whom she developed feelings. 

Her volatile emotions caused Yun Yun to lose control over her dou qi for a fraction of a second. 

This sudden fluctuation of dou qi was not hidden from the others sitting beside her. 

Only Xiao Ning looked at Yun Yun and Xiao Yan back and forth, and his eyes flickered. The others dismissed it as her concern for Nalan Yanran. 

'The situation is getting more interesting,' Xiao Ning mused in his heart. 

'Xiao Yan, I could have forgiven you for almost anything, but why did you kill her? Although I gave my word to your father, I will honor it. Death is easy, and only by staying alive you will experience the despair I have experienced.' Xiao Ning muttered in his heart.