83 Eldest Brother, Its Been Hard on You! 1 (1/2)
”Kneel!”
The cry of rage reverberated throughout the lakeside pavilion, startling those present. The wooden structure, the dishes on the table, and even the numerous symbols of shimmering light fiercely trembled under Wei Xuan's rage.
The silver light that burst from the minister's body morphed into a current of chaos, overturning the dishes, shattering the precious objects into numerous fragments. The wheelchair propped behind him slammed against the edge of the table, the young girl's body quivering from the rough impact.
The silver light coalesced into a long, winding river that radiated a terrifying aura of death and slaughter, hovering in the air behind Wei Xuan's back. The river glared at the standing youth, the current seething with an uncontrollable rage.
”Kneel!”
The minister's voice boomed a second time, the silver light emanating from his body increasing in intensity by the second. The atmosphere in the pavilion gradually became suffocating, though the young girl seated in the wheelchair was the only one finding it difficult to breathe.
The minister and youth stared at each other for several moments. Though one had released a copious amount of spiritual essence whilst the other had not, the tension was gradually scaling the slope of no return.
”I have no desire nor need that requires me to kneel.”
The young man suddenly spoke, his voice unhurried and steady despite receiving the majority of Wei Xuan's wrath. His robes remained still as he spoke, disregarding the torrentuous current of spiritual essence distorting the atmosphere of the pavilion.
”You have no desire to kneel?” Wei Xuan asked in a quiet voice, his expression eerily calm as he gazed at the youth.
”Even the Son of Heaven whom they call emperor must kneel when they have committed a wrong. Do you think you are above the Son of Heaven, that you are Saint Sun or Monk Xuanzhong?”
The wooden beams of the pavilion released a simultaneous groan of agony at the cold words uttered by the minister. Seated in the wheelchair, An Fei desperately clutched at the armrests, her countenance warping into horror as she felt the earth fiercely tremble from Wei Xuan's anger, the vibrations deeply shaking her body to its core.
If this continued, she definitely wasn't going to emerge from this ordeal in one piece!
”The Son of Heaven, Saint Sun, or even Monk Xuanzhong, all must kneel when they have committed a wrong,” Wei Chang Feng directed an unfathomable glance towards the girl seated in the wheelchair.
His eyes narrowed for a brief moment as they flickered with an unknown emotion, but the youth returned his gaze towards Wei Xuan's displeasured countenance.
”Since I do not seem to have committed a wrong, then I can only disrespect Father's words. May Father remain magnanimous and forgive this son.”
”Hmph!” Wei Xuan coldly snorted, before the silver light expanding from his body increased in intensity a third time.
”If your father demands you to kneel, then you must kneel. The time has not changed to permit an unruly son to refute his father's judgement!”
The vibrations ravaged the interior of the pavilion, and the lake underneath began to boil with fury, corpses of fish surfacing as they were roasted alive within mere moments. Above, the young girl began to clutch her chest in pain, her heartbeat suppressed to the minimum by the vibrations rampaging throughout her body.
Finally, a dull indigo radiance emerged from the Eldest Young Master of Wei, gradually neutralizing the aggressive spiritual essence permeating the atmosphere. However, whilst the silver light emanating from Wei Xuan contained a distinct aura of death, the indigo radiance from Wei Chang Fang could only be described as cold.
Unbearably cold, as if rejecting the existence of everything around it.
The interference of both auras finally caused the pavilion to cease shaking, restoring the tension in the atmosphere to normal. Unfortunately, it was impossible for the dishes nor the fish to be recovered again.
As the environment gradually relaxed and was no longer eminent on slaughtering the world, a figure rapidly entered the pavilion. The First Madam of Wei quickly rushed to stand between the youth and adult minister, her arms extended to her sides.
”Enough. Do not cause a ruckus anymore, the servants are practically shedding their lifespan in fear.”
Sheng Miaolan uttered in a fatigued voice, yet her tone did not permit any refusal. Much to her dismay, the two males of different generations completely ignored the woman, glaring at each other in silence.
”You've reached the initial stages of Core Formation, that's not too bad,” Wei Xuan narrowed his eyes at his son.
”The Taiyi Sect must have invested a considerable proportion of its resources for you to achieve such a result before the age of thirty-five given your talent.”
”Father speaks wise,” Wei Chang Feng dutifully responded, his eyes sneaking another glance towards the girl seated on the wheelchair.
”However, I do not understand why Father remains angered towards your son.”
”Can you truly say that?” the minister's aura seemed to deflate with disappointment upon the youth's words. Closing his eyes, Wei Xuan pondered for a moment before opening his mouth and speaking with a weary tone.
”How are you able of enact on killing one of your own kin and later claim innocence? How… are you just that capable that your siblings lives mean absolutely nothing for you?”
”To preserve the survival of the family, I have come to this decision! Only by this decision can the Wei Family truly survive!”