Chapter 830 - 696: Unstoppable Invincibility?!!

Chapter 830: Chapter 696: Unstoppable Invincibility?!!

The Song-Cao Clan listened, stunned for a while, and finally let out a helpless sigh:

"You... ah, what a cruel heart you have."

Song Bangyan smiled, gently comforted his wife with a few words, and then called for a maid to take her back to her room to rest.

In the vast main hall, only Song Bangyan was left.

The warmth on his face gradually faded as he slowly walked to the window and gazed out at the mist over the artificial lake, his eyes distant.

After a moment, he lightly snapped his fingers.

In the corner of the room, a previously unnoticeable shadow suddenly began to squirm like a living creature, quickly coalescing into a vague, pitch-black humanoid figure.

The shadowy figure silently knelt behind Song Bangyan. It had no facial features, appearing only as a silhouette formed from the absence of light, exuding a cold and eerie aura.

Without turning around, Song Bangyan continued to look outside, his voice calm and emotionless:

"What have you found?"

The black figure on the ground emitted an eerie voice, neither male nor female, and replied:

"Reporting to the master, two days ago, indeed, a maid responsible for serving tea died by the side of the young master.

She accidentally drank Rooting Water, used for cultivating Spirit Plants, while eating the grapes gifted by the young master, causing the grape seeds in her stomach to sprout and grow rapidly, ultimately... her belly burst, her organs shattered, and she died."

Song Bangyan’s face remained expressionless:

"And then? How did Kuangyi react?"

The black figure continued in its eerie voice:

"The young master, being compassionate, upon hearing of this incident, sighed deeply three times in public, showing sorrow, and instructed that the maid be given a decent burial in the vineyard of the manor.

He also ensured a generous compensation was sent to her family, enough to ensure they have no worries for the rest of their lives.

The entire household praised the young master’s benevolence."

Song Bangyan was silent for a long time, his fingers unconsciously tapping the window sill, and after a while, he spoke lightly, his tone revealing neither approval nor disapproval:

"The matter wasn’t handled cleanly enough, loose ends were left.

Since the loose-tongued maid has been dealt with, the matter should have been handled more thoroughly, sending her entire family off neatly to avoid any future troubles.

You, clean this matter up completely."

"Yes!"

The black figure accepted the order without hesitation, its body melting like wax, collapsing into a flowing shadow, sliding into the deeper darkness of the corner, disappearing as if it had never appeared.

Now, the room truly held only Song Bangyan.

He still stood by the window, looking out at the meticulously manicured, flawless scenery, sighing softly, as if speaking to no one:

"Don’t blame your father for being ruthless... it’s just that in this world, raising a child is like raising a tiger.

If you can’t raise one to be the fiercest, the craftiest, the one who knows how to hide its fangs, how can one survive in this cannibalistic family?

How can one lead our branch forward to that seat...?"

After leaving the main hall, the Song-Cao Clan still felt uneasy, their steps involuntarily turning toward the courtyard where their eldest son Song Kuangyi resided.

Song Kuangyi was at that moment in his study, systematically making the final preparations for his journey.

In fact, trivial matters such as travel planning, allocation of personnel, logistical support, did not require his attention, as they were all taken care of by his teachers and subordinates.

The only thing he needed to handle himself was selecting the books he would carry with him.

Which to bring and which to leave behind, the choice could not be entrusted to anyone else.

The entire branch knew that their young master valued nothing more than the numerous books that filled several large bookshelves, not any Divine Skills or rare treasures.

Most of these were miscellaneous books, seen by many servants as worthless, yet to Song Kuangyi, they were more precious than anything else.

Not only did he classify and organize these books meticulously, but he also rarely allowed outsiders to touch them.

At this moment, he stood in front of a tall bookshelf, his gaze carefully scanning the spines, gently removing a few volumes and placing them into a specially made bookcase open beside him. ℯℯ𝑙.

The bookcase was lined with soft silk to prevent the books from being damaged during the journey.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps approached from afar, reaching his ears.

"It’s mother."

He didn’t even need to turn around; he could tell from the rhythm and weight of the footsteps.

He quickly set down the ancient book he had just picked up, straightened his robe, and briskly walked out of the study.

As expected, the figure of the Song-Cao Clan appeared at the doorway, still carrying a worried expression.

Seeing her son, she managed a faint smile:

"My son, your mother suddenly remembered an important matter related to your brother Kuangyan.

The matter is this: a few days before his disappearance, he called me, mentioning that he seems to have unexpectedly acquired something in Zone 9, a Sheepskin Scroll..."

As the Song-Cao Clan detailed what she knew, Song Kuangyi’s face appropriately showed a trace of shock, his brow slightly furrowed:

"Mother, you mention this suddenly, could it be you suspect that Kuangyan’s disappearance might be related to this Sheepskin Scroll?"

The Song-Cao Clan wasn’t entirely sure, it was simply a guess based on limited information:

"Perhaps it is related, perhaps it’s just a coincidence. Your mother can’t say for certain. But it is a lead nonetheless, and as you head to Zone 9, you might want to pay attention in this direction."