At this moment, Hong Yaozhu’s face changed from white to green and then from green to purple.
His eyes widened as he continuously poured Xianli into the token in his hand, but he was still unable to summon a teleportation gate.
Meanwhile, the spiritual pressure descending from above suffocated him. His legs weakened, and he almost collapsed to his knees.
This was the only thought that flashed through Hong Ya zu’s mind.
The faces of all the core members of the Hong family changed in the entire hall.
And at that moment, the shouts outside also stopped.
“…whoosh…”
Two figures descended from the sky, slowly landing on the ground.
At this moment, the eyes of all core members of the Hong family were focused on these two figures.
It was Fang Yu and Zhi Xi.
“Hello everyone, I’m Fang Yu. After the wanted notice from Tiansha Mansion, I think you should all know me, so I won’t introduce myself again.” Fang Yu stepped into the hall and walked slowly forward.
He still released powerful spiritual pressure, used to suppress the entire venue.
Soon, Fang Yu saw Hong Yaozhu standing in the middle of the hall and walked up to him.
“Nice to see you again, old friend.”
Fang Yu walked straight up to Hong Ya zu’s side and patted him on the shoulder.
At this moment, Hong Yaozu’s body was rigid. Facing Fang Yu so close, he could only squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying.
In fact, he had already anticipated that Fang Yu might come to the Hong family.
But he still didn’t expect Fang Yu to come so soon!
He was just discussing how to escape, and in the blink of an eye, Fang Yu stood before him!
This plunged him into despair.
“There’s no need to be so nervous. We had a great collaboration before, didn’t we? I sold you two pieces of divine inscription leaves, and in return, I got tens of millions of base coins from you.” Fang Yu smiled faintly.
At home, outside, Hong Yaozhu always acts like a second-generation ancestor, being defiant and fearless toward anyone.
Now standing before Fang Yu, he hung his head like a quail, unable to utter a single word.
Fang Yu glanced at Hong Yaozhu again, then looked ahead to Hong Baolong sitting in the chief seat.
“You must be the head of the Hong family?” Fang Yu narrowed his eyes.
Hong Baolong’s face turned pale, but he still nodded.
Fang Yu swept his gaze around the crowd and said, “So many people gathered here, it seems like you’re discussing some major event. And this major event is likely related to me… I should be right, shouldn’t I?”
Hong Baolong didn’t speak.
“Well, I’m here to bring you a message.” Fang Yu paused and said, “First, I’ve taken over the Tianshalou. The Lord, Young Master, and Death Judge that you know are all dead at my hands. Now, Tianshalou is under my control and has been renamed Tianmen.”
“I came to your home, just wanting to talk to you about something.”
That is… a blood pact.
At the sound of the word “blood pact,” all the members of the Hong family present changed color!
Including Hong Yaozu right in front of Fang Yu, his eyes changed immediately.
“Click!”
But at the same instant, Fang Yu suddenly made his move, grabbing Hong Yaizu’s head in one hand.
“Ahhhh…”
Hong Ya zu let out a terrified scream, his body trembling like a sieve.
“The Blood Pact is indeed difficult to accept, but it’s a necessary measure because you can’t willingly serve me,” Fang Yu said in a calm tone. “Therefore, the only way to control you is through the Blood Pact… I can guarantee that as long as you don’t have any ulterior motives… during your service to me, you won’t be threatened by my life.”
“How can this be! Our Hong family could never accept your blood pact and use you! This would mean being at odds with the Saint Mark clan, and if we are found out, our entire family will be killed!” Hong Zhahe’s face turned ashen, his voice trembling with anger.
At this moment, the head of the family, Hong Baolong, stood up and looked at Fang Yu with a solemn expression. “Let go of Yaozu, and there will be room for negotiation.”
“There’s nothing left to talk about, you only have one choice,” Fang Yu said. “As for your concerns about the Saint Wen clan’s reckoning, I think it’s pointless… You won’t accept the blood pact, and I’ll destroy your clan immediately. Unless you think your strength surpasses that of the Tian Sha Mansion… Now obediently accept the blood pact, and there’s still a good chance of survival.”
At this moment, the hall is deathly silent.
Many members of the Hong family looked at Hong Baolong, their faces pale.
What should I do?!
How to choose?
Accepting the blood pact is equivalent to becoming Fang Yu’s slave!
In the future, all power of life and death will be in Fang Yu’s hands.
If you refuse… then you have to fight Fang Yu!
Although the Hong family is wealthy, in terms of overall strength of cultivators… they are no match for top-tier forces like the Chi Lan Sect and the San Ye Gate, let alone the Tian Sha Mansion!
Either be killed immediately or live in humiliation, with a high probability of being purged in the future!
How to choose?
“Don’t even think about it, Dad!! If you refuse, I’ll be the first to die! What else is there to consider?!”
Hong Yaozu was so anxious he was about to cry, shouting.
“Or perhaps Brother Yaozu sees things more clearly. This is the truth. I’ll give you five more seconds to consider. If you still choose to refuse, I’ll have to take action.” Fang Yu smiled and began counting down.
“Five, four, three…”
In front, Hong Bao Long’s face twitched, his teeth clenched tightly, and his fists were clenched.
But he soon knelt down on one knee.
“I… I await and accept the blood pact.”
Hong Baolong took the lead, and the other members of the Hong family present could only kneel down with pale faces.
Only Hong Zhahe remained standing, his whole body trembling.
“Uncle, kneel down quickly!” Hong Ya Zuo shouted.
Hong Zhaohe’s face was extremely grim.
But when he saw the calmness on Fang Yu’s face, and felt the terrifying spiritual pressure enveloping the entire hall… he still knelt down.
There’s no way.
By the time Fang Yu arrived, they had lost all other options.
Either live or die.
“Alright, then… sign the blood pact.” Fang Yu still controlled Hong Yaozhu, smiling faintly.
……
Within a quarter of an hour, all of the core members of the Hong family, as well as a throng of subordinate cultivators… had all accepted the blood pact.
Fang Yu has already let go of Hong Yaozu.
Hong Ya zu slumped to the ground, gasping for breath, his face ashen.
“I’m so sorry, Yaozu brother.” Fang Yu squatted down and patted his shoulder again, smiling.
“No, no, no… I’m not a brother, I’m just a younger sibling. No, I’m just a servant to dogs! In front of Lord Fang, no one deserves to be called brothers!” Hong Yaozhu stammered, clasping his fists in a gesture of supplication.
Fang Yu looked at Hong Ya Zu’s frightened appearance and just found it amusing.
Rich people are more careful about their lives, which is true.
Controlling the Hong family was effortless, I didn’t even need to lift a finger. The process went remarkably smoothly.