Chapter 388: A Household Bathed in Blood

A Household Bathed in Blood

Without delay, Priya personally led the five experts down the mountain toward Valemont.

The journey was swift.

None of them wasted a single moment.

Six figures raced across forests and rugged mountain paths like streaks of light, their robes fluttering violently behind them. The cold mountain wind whipped through the ancient trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. Birds scattered into the sky as their powerful auras swept across the landscape.

Priya led the group from the front.

Her long silver hair danced in the rushing wind, shimmering beneath the afternoon sunlight. Her deep golden eyes remained calm, yet an invisible weight rested within them.

Every passing moment deepened the unease in her heart.

She had already learned from Elder Smith’s confession that the Obsidian Wing had set its sights on Valemont.

The Tyson Family...

If they truly became the organization’s primary target, then what awaited them could only be disaster.

Although the Tyson Family possessed a solid foundation, facing a mysterious organization with countless hidden experts was an entirely different matter.

She silently urged herself to move even faster.

The five Gold Realm elders behind her exchanged solemn glances but spoke no words.

Everyone understood the urgency.

Hours later...

The magnificent gates of the Tyson Family estate finally appeared in the distance.

But before anyone could feel relieved...

A thick smell of blood drifted through the air.

The closer they approached, the heavier the scent became.

Priya’s expression changed.

Her beautiful face immediately turned grave.

Without another word, she accelerated toward the estate.

When she and her team finally arrived at the Tyson Family.

They found the Tyson Family already suffering heavy casualties!

The once-proud household had become a heartbreaking scene.

The massive entrance gate had been shattered into splinters.

Ancient stone pillars were cracked and stained with blood.

The elegant courtyard, once filled with carefully tended flowers and peaceful scenery, had been reduced to a battlefield scarred by violent clashes.

Broken weapons lay scattered across the ground.

Fragments of swords, shattered spears, and cracked blades reflected the fading sunlight.

Deep craters covered the stone pavement, evidence of fierce battles between powerful cultivators.

The air was filled with cries of pain.

Members of the Tyson Family hurried back and forth, supporting the wounded.

Some disciples sat against collapsed walls while clutching their injuries.

Others lay unconscious on stretchers as physicians desperately treated them.

Many had bandages wrapped around their arms, shoulders, and chests, yet fresh blood continued seeping through the white cloth.

Several younger disciples silently carried away the bodies of those who had fallen.

Their eyes were swollen red.

Some struggled to hold back tears.

Others stared blankly ahead, unable to accept the tragedy that had unfolded only hours earlier.

Silence hung heavily over the estate.

Even those who survived no longer possessed the energy to speak.

Seeing the numerous disciples of the Tyson Family lying in pools of blood, Priya couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger.

Her delicate hands slowly clenched into fists.

A powerful aura escaped her body for an instant before she quickly suppressed it.

The Tyson Family and Voidspring Mountain had been closely connected for many years, sharing a deep bond.

Many disciples of Voidspring Mountain had originally come from the Tyson Family.

Some of the injured people before her had even trained under elders she personally knew.

Watching them suffer like this felt no different from watching members of her own sect bleed.

Back in the day, Priya and Wren Tyson had even been fellow apprentices.

The two had cultivated side by side in their youth.

They had sparred together countless times.

They had experienced hardships together before eventually choosing different paths.

Although years had passed, that friendship had never faded.

Now...

Seeing his household reduced to this condition caused her heart to ache.

Her gaze quickly searched the courtyard.

Finally...

She spotted a familiar figure beneath a damaged pavilion.

A middle-aged man sat quietly in a wheelchair.

His clothes were neat despite the chaos around him, but exhaustion was clearly visible on his face.

The once spirited Wren Tyson now appeared much older than before.

The pressure of protecting an entire household had left unmistakable marks upon him.

"Brother Wren, are you alright?"

Seeing Wren Tyson sitting in a wheelchair, Priya hurriedly approached with concern.

There was genuine worry in her voice.

Wren slowly raised his head.

Seeing Priya arrive, a faint smile appeared on his weary face.

"I’m fine. They wouldn’t bully a cripple like me."

He gave a bitter smile, his expression filled with helplessness.

His words carried a trace of self-mockery.

He had watched his family fight desperately while he remained unable to stand.

For someone who had once been a respected martial artist, that helplessness was more painful than any physical wound.

Priya looked at him quietly.

She wanted to offer comfort.

Yet no words seemed appropriate.

Sometimes, silence conveyed more than empty reassurance.

Standing beside Wren was Yana Tyson.

Her long black hair was somewhat disheveled, and traces of dried blood remained at the corner of her lips.

Although she tried to maintain her composure, her pale face revealed just how serious her injuries were.

Her orange eyes still burned with determination despite the exhaustion visible within them.

When she noticed Priya, she respectfully cupped her fists.

"Greetings, Mountain Master."

Her voice remained steady.

But Priya immediately noticed the slight tremble hidden beneath it.

"You’ve been injured."

Concern flashed across Priya’s beautiful face.

Without hesitation, she reached into her sleeve and retrieved a finely crafted jade bottle containing precious healing medicine prepared by Voidspring Mountain.

"Yana, you’re injured? I have some medicine here, take it first."

She gently handed the bottle to Yana Tyson.

Yana accepted it with both hands.

A grateful expression appeared on her face.

"Thank you, Mountain Master."

She did not refuse.

The injuries she had sustained during the fierce battle were far from light.

Every movement caused pain to spread through her body.

Nearby, the five elders accompanying Priya had already begun helping the Tyson Family.

One elder carefully examined broken bones before resetting them.

Another distributed healing pills to the seriously wounded.

A third used his cultivation to stabilize disciples who had lost too much blood.

Others helped move the injured to safer locations while directing younger disciples to organize emergency treatment.

Although they had arrived after the battle, everyone worked without hesitation.

Gradually...