Chapter 151: Control

The atmosphere along Tianshui Road had always been oppressive, and at night, this feeling grew even more intense. I stood by the window of the cramped room, lighting a cigarette, my gaze sharp as it swept across the outside.

“Such powerful auras, and master-level figures stationed here. The Miyamoto family truly has deep roots,” I muttered, frowning.

At that moment, a procession of vehicles rolled in, and from them emerged several high-profile individuals surrounded by fully armed bodyguards.

“Arriving early is just as well,” I exhaled a plume of smoke and whispered.

Because of the recent turmoil on Tianshui Road, tonight happened to be the day the Miyamoto family gathered the leaders of their affiliated forces for a meeting.

I took two deep drags of my cigarette before crushing it out fiercely.

“Gathered well indeed—now to strike hard and fast!”

But how to evade the Miyamoto family’s experts?

Just then, a thought flickered through my mind. I closed my eyes, seeming to receive some hidden information.

After a moment, I opened my eyes and chuckled softly.

The talisman I had inscribed on Ayaka Oda was finally showing its effect.

It turned out that when the Miyamoto family held meetings, their experts guarded the exterior, while the conference room was shrouded by a sealing formation controlled solely by the family head, Zeichi Miyamoto.

Inside the inner courtyard’s main hall, dozens of people sat grimly around the meeting table.

At the head of the table sat Zeichi Miyamoto, a commanding figure, who suddenly bellowed, “Where is Takeshi Miyamoto?”

From the shadows, someone hurried forward respectfully, “I will go look for him.”

But just then, the hall’s door was pushed open. A young man with a short mustache strode in—none other than Takeshi Miyamoto—accompanied by Ayaka Oda.

“Father,” Takeshi bowed respectfully.

Zeichi’s face darkened as his eyes swept over Ayaka. He snapped, “You fool! What kind of place do you think this is, bringing anyone you please inside?”

“Please calm down, Father. Ayaka is no outsider, and besides, she has important intelligence to share,” Takeshi said, lowering his head but casting a heated glance at Ayaka. She was his fiancée, and though they had met before, he had never felt her so alluring. Their brief encounter outside had awakened a fierce possessiveness within him—her every smile and glance stirred desires new and intense.

Ayaka bowed gracefully and spoke with a charming voice, “Uncle, I apologize for the intrusion, but the intelligence I bear is indeed crucial.”

Zeichi’s expression remained grim as he asked coldly, “What intelligence?”

“I know who caused the chaos on Tianshui Road,” Ayaka declared.

Upon hearing this, the gazes of the dozen or so around the table sharpened.

“Who, exactly?” Zeichi demanded.

“Qin Feng,” Ayaka answered.

The moment that name was spoken, many faces paled. Qin Feng—this prodigy who had recently risen to infamy within the spiritual arts community of China—was no mere rumor. The nation’s intelligence operatives had long been monitoring him closely.

Suddenly, a shadow lunged forward. A sinister claw radiating thick malevolent energy clamped around Ayaka’s neck, hoisting her high into the air.

“How do you know?” Zeichi shouted, his gaze piercing like a hawk. Any sign of deception or danger, and he would give the order to end her life instantly.

Ayaka struggled but could not utter a word.

Zeichi made a hand gesture, and the black-clad sinister cultivator released her.

She coughed violently, a colorless, odorless smoke escaping her mouth and dispersing into the air.

“Be… because…” Ayaka began, then suddenly lifted her head, a strange smile curling at her lips as she hissed sharply, “I am Qin Feng!”

The black-clad cultivator seized her neck again, claws tightening. Ayaka flailed wildly before her strength waned.

Zeichi raised an eyebrow in puzzlement and signaled for the cultivator to loosen his grip.

But then, a glow erupted from the talisman array on Ayaka’s body. A teal claw shot forth, piercing the black-clad assailant’s chest, ripping out his glowing red heart and crushing it in its grasp.

Zeichi was stunned and moved to release the sealing formation.

Yet, in an instant, Ayaka leapt and embraced the nearby Zeichi.

Suddenly, runes flared across her body and exploded outward.

A wild tempest of energy swept through the hall, and she instantly disintegrated into a cloud of blood mist. Zeichi was not spared—he too shattered into countless fragments.

In moments, the hall was a wreck, and over ten core members of the Miyamoto family lay dead.

Outside, the experts guarding the meeting heard the commotion and began assaulting the sealing formation.

But the seal had been laid by the leader of the Evil Claw sect, Makoto Nagayumi, along with over ten master-level disciples. Even a grandmaster-level powerhouse could not break it in a short time.

Meanwhile, Zeichi’s eldest son, Takeshi, after initial horror, broke into a broad grin.

With the old man dead, this was an enormous boon for him. He could now legitimately take control of the Miyamoto family.

“Enough! Silence all,” Takeshi shouted. “A nation cannot be without a ruler for a single day, and neither can a family. My father has passed, and though I mourn deeply, now is not the time for grief. From this moment forth, I shall lead the Miyamoto family. I swear the Chinese spiritual practitioners who attacked us will pay dearly...”

But as he spoke, he noticed the others in the hall staring behind him in shock.

Turning, Takeshi saw a young man smiling at him brightly—yet that smile sent a chill from head to toe.

“You…” Takeshi gasped, pointing at me, uttering only one word before a streak of blood light slashed across the air, severing his head cleanly.

At that moment, several shadows lunged at me from different directions—these were the sinister puppets wielded by the core members.

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