342 Storm The Yukishiro Family (1/2)

Yukishiro family had been thriving on Kyushu island for over a hundred and fifty years. They were the descendants of an even more ancient family that presided over northern Kyushu. Being a large and blue-blooded family, it had many branches and countless offspring. Yukishiro Sa's rise to power had rubbed against the misogynistic grain of many male heirs. Prejudice and discrimination against women were still quite prevalent in Japanese traditional society.

The status of Japanese women in society was much lower than men's. There were only a very few females among the ranks of business tycoons and politicians. Nowadays, it wasn't uncommon to have a woman being one of the nation's leaders, but that was not the case in Japan.

Without the support of her grandpa and Kitaniwakawa, Yukishiro Sa wouldn't be able to hold on to the power for more than a month. Her grandpa's unequivocal support gave her the illusion that she was the most competent member of the family, destined to rule the clan. However, it had become clear to her that grandpa had her back simply because of the dark spell cast onto her by the Susano Shrine. Worse, her days would have been numbered if Chen Fan didn't break the spell and the power of the family would return to one of the male members.

Not a lot of people in the family knew that Yukishiro Sa was part of the family's darkest secret. When they heard the old man was hunting for Yukishiro Sa, they were elated. The family sent their men to wait at the airports in Fukuoka and Kitakyushu. As soon as Yukishiro Sa landed, Yukishiro Yasuo hurried to the airport with his men.

”Yasuo, what are you doing here?”

Yukishiro Sa furrowed her brows as she put on the mask of a dominating family lord.

”My dear sister, do you really think you are still the head of the Yukishiro family? Grandpa ordered us to hunt you down and take you back home.” Yukishiro Yasuo let out a cold smile. and said: ”Please don't make this more difficult than it needs to. I don't want to be rude to a former family lord. ”

Even as he said that the group of buff men in black suits inched forward with serious faces.

”How dare you!” Yukishiro Sa flung back at him, not backing down the slightest.

She had always been the pride of the family and no one, not even her elders dared to openly flout her, much less a groveling toad such as Yukishiro Yasuo.

”Of course I do!” Yukishiro Yasuo let out a peal of laughter. ”You are knee-deep in trouble, sister. You have riled up grandpa and Master Kitaniwakawa. Plus, Kawakami Gensai was not with you. Are you planning to count on that pretty boy from China? You—”

Before he could finish, he heard a cold voice come up beside him.

”Courting death!”

Everyone watched as Chen Fan's body became a blurred shadow for a very brief moment and regained its solid form. Meanwhile, Yukishiro Yasuo was dealt a blow on the face, the force sending the man flying out.

Chen Fan slapped Yukishiro Yasuo's face using only a fraction of his strength, yet the impact had crushed the man's head, shattering his cheekbones. Looking from the side, Yukishiro Yasuo's head was as flat as dough.

”Bam!”

Yukishiro Yasuo's body thudded lifelessly on the street half a dozen meters away.

An heir of the Yukishiro family, a force to be reckoned with in the underground world was slapped to death by Chen Fan.

”What?”

Yukishiro Yasuo's guards reached toward their burgeoning waist belts out of instinct. It was evident that they had all brought guns with them. However, they were stunned by the horrid scene. Skulls were the toughest bones in the Human body and the guards found themselves grappling with the exact strength of Chen Fan.

”Master, do you speak Japanese?”

Yukishiro Sa was shocked, albeit for an entirely different reason.

She had been conversing with Yukishiro Yasuo in Japanese and thought that she would need to translate to Chen Fan in Chinese later. To her surprise, Chen Fan seemed to have picked up the drift of the conversation and rained down his rage on Yukishiro Yasuo.

”It's a walk in the park for an Immortal Cultivator to master a language.”

Chen Fan said slowly in Japanese.

His Japanese pronunciation sounded a little off when he spoke out the first few words, however, when he finally finished the sentence, he was speaking Japanese as if he had been living in Japan for many years.

Ever since Chen Fan reached the Foundation Establishment level, he gained photographic memory. Before he came to Japan, he read and memorized an entire Japanese dictionary. It only took him a few minutes since all he had to do was quickly scan the book with his Divine Will. He practiced Japanese in his head while he was on the plane, and mastered it in less than half a day.

Chen Fan turned around and looked at those stunned guards. ”Is this what the Yukishiro family sent to deal with me? What a joke.”

He waved a hand and started an art, sending out a few dozen wind blades. These wind blades cut all guards into pieces in a blink. Ever since Chen Fan had reached the Ethereal Enlightenment, he could cast small spells like this on a whim. He infused the air with energy and turned the wind into sharp blades that could cut through steel. Human flesh didn't stand a chance against these wind blades and those guards were reduced into a pile of chopped up body parts soaked in blood.

Although these elite guards carried firearms, they didn't have the chance to discharge them even once.