After driving away the Antong Three Ghosts, Huangfu Hanyu grasped Huangfu Jing’s spirit tablet and said in a low voice, "Jing’er, did you hear? Huangfu Jingchen is already dead. He caused your wrongful death; I have avenged you! And Jinxuan, he indirectly caused your death as well. Father will find another opportunity to send him down to join you!"

The one who caused his son’s wrongful death was himself; it was he who initially plotted against Huangfu Jingchen. Yet he never saw it that way. He wanted Huangfu Jingchen dead, but not only did Huangfu Jingchen survive, he even mistakenly caused Huangfu Jing to drink that poisoned wine. Of course, this debt was to be settled on Huangfu Jingchen!

The Antong Three Ghosts left the mourning hall, exchanged glances, terror still lingering in their eyes.

Just before, as they saw the tip about to pierce through Huangfu Jingchen, the Three Ghosts had looks of satisfaction. Killing this brat would mean their task was done.

Suddenly, a sharp gust of wind, followed by a splash of hot blood, hit Huangfu Jingchen’s face.

Then, there was a scream, shrill and truly ghostly.

The Ghost making the stab had his entire hand severed at the wrist; the hot blood that splashed on Huangfu Jingchen’s face was the fresh blood spurting from his wrist.

The remaining two Ghosts quickly rushed forward, raising their weapons to defend themselves and their brother, their eyes darting around as they shouted, "Who?" A dagger fell to the ground at an angle; this was the weapon that severed their brother’s hand, but, remarkably, it was unstained with a drop of blood, clearly a treasure.

However, at this moment, no one cared about the dagger. They were more alarmed—was there another expert nearby?

As the Three Ghosts demanded answers, sudden laughter rang out, as clear and melodious as a mountain stream, akin to pearls dropping onto a jade plate—a woman’s voice.

Listening to the voice, the owner sounded very young.

Yet, the sound seemed to come from all directions, making it impossible to determine its source.

The Antong Three Ghosts were also first-class masters. They knew well that projecting sound in four directions required at least a first-class high-tier master.

One of their brothers was injured already, and facing a first-class high-tier master was daunting. What if the opponent’s martial arts were even higher?

After the incident five years ago, these three people cherished their lives more than ever. Now, their eyes darted nervously, hearts full of terror. The eldest of the Three Ghosts shouted, "Who exactly are you?"

Even if the opponent was a first-class high-tier master, they could still put up a fight.

The second brother had his hand cut off just now due to a sneak attack; otherwise, it would have been impossible for anyone to succeed.

The three had fierce looks in their eyes. If this person dared to appear, they would twist her head off for daring to harm the second brother. The Antong Three Ghosts would surely make sure she neither wished to live nor die!

While the Three Ghosts were seething quietly and harboring the most vicious thoughts, the voice from all directions continued with a light, cold edge: "Antong Three Ghosts, do you remember the White Sun Purple Ring Spear?"

White Sun Purple Ring Spear?

The eyes of the Antong Three Ghosts widened, pupils tightened; these five words seemed like a curse, causing them to shiver in unison. Still, the wittiest of the three retorted, with a show of bravado hiding their internal fear, "That White... White Sun Purple Ring Spear was... was a man. You... don’t use his name to scare us!"

The voice laughed again, the sound persistent like the clearest winter snow, piercingly cold: "My master asked me to pass along a message to you three. If you ever feel the thing on your neck is too secure, he’ll come to loosen it for you in a quarter-hour!"

Master?

Was this person a disciple of the White Sun Purple Ring Spear?

Five years ago, how glorious were they in the Jianghu?

They did as they pleased, leaving no evil undone, yet no one dared disrespect them because their hands were stained with hundreds of lives. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

They even landed on the villain list set up by those in the righteous path of Jianghu, ranked seventh.

Many people tried to take action against them, but each was ultimately killed by their hands.

They enjoyed the pleasure of torturing and killing those who self-righteously claimed to enforce heavenly justice.

Once, a Super First-class Initial Tier master indeed put them at a disadvantage initially, nearly defeating them. But who were the Antong Three Ghosts? They could separate or combine, and together, they were no lesser than Super First-class. More importantly, unlike the righteous path, they used every means possible, revealing all their techniques.

They remembered how that Super First-class master transformed from smugness to terror and despair.

That was the proudest moment of their lives.

But later, they encountered the White Sun Purple Ring Spear.

A seemingly unimpressive middle-aged man, so ordinary that you wouldn’t pick him out of a crowd.

After engaging him, they discovered his martial arts were unfathomable, far superior to the previous self-assured Super First-class master. At least a Super First-class Middle Tier!

The three of them were beaten by the White Sun Purple Ring Spear to the point where they couldn’t even fight back, left hanging by a thread. They remembered clearly, the White Sun Purple Ring Spear, with a simple and earnest face, said sincerely, "I don’t like killing; honestly, killing feels terrible! But you’ve killed so many people, you must face some punishment. Therefore, for every life you took, I’ll cut a piece of your flesh. And I promise I won’t touch your face since you’re ugly enough already. If, after settling accounts, you’re still alive, I won’t finish you off!"

For each life, one piece of flesh, removed in a conscious state, three people were cut hundreds of times. Even more, devastating was the White Sun Purple Ring Spear, appearing thoughtful for their well-being, produced a packet of salt from who knows where. For every piece he cut, he rubbed salt on the wound, claiming that it would help them heal quicker, increasing their chance of survival.

Hundreds of pieces, each could be named by the White Sun Purple Ring Spear.

He calmly spoke names while cutting flesh and rubbing salt.

The memory still made them shudder.

Perhaps their luck was immense, or maybe it was the salt’s effectiveness, but they indeed did not die.

When the White Sun Purple Ring Spear left, he told them, "Looking like this isn’t your fault, but reacting to childhood taunts by killing entire families is. Fortunately, you’ve encountered me, kind and merciful as I am. But opportunities like this come only once; whenever you feel too secure with the thing on your neck, I’ll come to take it away!"

So, initially, they had doubts about the sudden appearance of this person. But hearing words about feeling too secure with the thing on their necks immediately evoked the painful memories of that time.

It took them over two years to heal from those injuries, and their bodies still bore bumpy scars. They also became low-key, no longer daring to do evil in Jianghu. Yet, the fear of the White Sun Purple Ring Spear was deeply rooted in their hearts.