High Martial Arts: Invincible Starts from Basic Archery Chapter 781 - 611: Let Me Do It_2

The middle-aged man standing behind tightened his grip, his knuckles turning white at the sight before him.

In all his years, he had never seen his father wear such a defeated expression.

And yet, it was happening today!

This entire disaster was the work of a man named Chen Fan.

"Forget it, I shall take care of this myself."

Chen Fan uttered as he shook his head slowly.

A strange light flickered briefly within his pupils.

In an instant, everyone who had locked eyes with him felt their minds go blank, standing as motionless as wooden puppets. Liu Zhenyang, the family head, even began to speak involuntarily, detailing the name and the precise hidden location of the Divine Demon-level Martial Arts.

It was revealed that upon realizing the family ancestor was in grave danger, Liu Zhenyang had stashed the treasure containing the secret realm in an undisclosed location.

Following that, he had gathered the core family members here to strategize their next move.

The Divine Demon-level Martial Arts held by the Liu family was the seventh volume of the Longevity Technique—specifically the Yang Scroll, part of the Seven Elements consisting of Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Yin, and Yang.

Based on his trance-like confession, the Liu family had acquired this scroll nearly six centuries ago. Regrettably, not a single soul in the lineage had managed to master its cultivation since then.

Because of this, the scroll had remained locked away within the secret realm.

With a mere thought, Chen Fan released Liu Zhenyang and the others from his mental grip.

The group blinked at one another, their memories of the last few moments a complete void.

However, judging by the stunned faces of the bystanders, it was clear that something monumental had just transpired.

"I had originally intended to end your lives, but since you have shown some sense, I will spare you. Should you seek vengeance, you are welcome to try at any time. But mark my words: if I discover you have laid a finger on any member of the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association, I will not hesitate to wipe the Liu family from existence."

Having delivered his warning, Chen Fan vanished from their sight.

Only then did the crowd let out a heavy, collective breath of relief.

Regardless of the cost, they had survived.

But...

"What exactly just happened?" Liu Zhenyang muttered, a sense of dread pooling in his gut.

It was obvious Chen Fan had come for the Longevity Technique, yet he had seemingly departed empty-handed.

The onlookers hesitated, none of them daring to be the first to speak.

"Speak up now!"

The patriarch of the Liu family bellowed.

The oppressive silence of the room only served to amplify the growing anxiety within him.

"P-Patriarch."

One individual finally summoned the courage to speak. "Just now, the eldest uncle... he confessed the location of the Longevity Technique. That man has likely gone to the hiding spot as we speak."

"What did you say?"

Liu Zhenyang gasped, his face pale with shock.

"What kind of rubbish are you talking about?"

The middle-aged man exploded in rage, lunging forward to seize the speaker by the throat and hoisting him off the ground.

"There is no way my father would reveal such a critical secret! How dare you lie?"

"Patriarch, I-I swear it’s the truth! I am not lying!"

The man’s face flushed a deep crimson as he struggled for air.

"Patriarch, please, calm yourself!"

Several people nearby rushed forward to intervene, prying the two men apart.

"Cough... cough!"

Gasping for breath, the man managed to choke out, "Patriarch, it really happened. The eldest uncle said it all. But I believe both you and the eldest uncle were under his control; your behavior was extremely bizarre."

"He’s right. Especially the eldest uncle—it was as if he were a victim of a Puppetry Skill. He answered every question that person asked. That is how the secret of the Longevity Technique was surrendered."

"That man was far too cunning, resorting to such dishonorable tactics."

Realization dawned on Liu Zhenyang, and he was suddenly drenched in a cold sweat.

Without a word, he bolted, covering dozens of meters in a single bound.

This wasn't just about a Divine Demon-level Martial Arts.

The family's secret realm was at stake.

He refused to believe Chen Fan would be merciful enough to leave the secret realm treasure behind after taking the Longevity Technique.

He had to get there. Even knowing he was hopelessly outmatched, he had to try.

The middle-aged man followed closely behind his father.

The others attempted to keep up, but the two leaders were so swift they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

When Liu Zhenyang finally reached the treasure chamber, the floating brush that should have been there was gone.

The massive room was utterly hollow.

The middle-aged man arrived shortly after, and the sight told him everything he needed to know.

It was gone.

Their entire legacy had vanished.

"Thud!"

Liu Zhenyang collapsed onto the floor. The man who had been so full of vigor moments ago now looked as though he had aged twenty years in an instant.

"Father!"

His son rushed to support him, tears welling in his eyes. "Father, please! The technique can be replaced, but we cannot lose you!"

Liu Zhenyang’s tears fell silently. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Losing the Longevity Technique was one thing—none of them could cultivate it anyway.

But the secret realm was the bedrock of their clan.

It wasn't just that it accelerated Cultivation speed; it was their ultimate sanctuary.

If a catastrophic Beast Tide ever breached Sifang City, that realm was their only hope for survival. But now...

The middle-aged man’s tears turned hot with fury, his eyes burning with a murderous light.

"Chen Fan! Chen Fan! If I, Liu Zheng, do not take your life, I am not fit to be called a man!"

"Zheng’er, do not be reckless."

Liu Zhenyang looked at his son with hollow eyes. "You are no match for him. An impulsive move will not only kill you but will lead to the total extermination of the Liu family."

Liu Zheng felt his heart breaking at those words. "But Father, are we to do nothing? He murdered our ancestor and plundered our greatest treasure. I want to rip him limb from limb!"

"We are not doing nothing."

Liu Zhenyang coughed weakly. "Our ancestor fell because of the tasks set by the Elder Council. They owe us a resolution for this mess."

"You’re right!"

Liu Zheng nodded fervently.

"I will contact the Elder Council immediately. They must dispatch someone to execute that boy and recover what belongs to the Liu family."

He reached for his phone with trembling hands.

Liu Zhenyang could only sigh.

The members of the Elder Council were like hungry wolves.

If the Liu family's treasures fell into their hands, getting them back would be nearly impossible.

Especially a prize as valuable as a secret realm.

No powerful faction would ever willingly give up such a resource.

Yet, at this stage, his desire to see Chen Fan dead outweighed everything else; the rest would have to be left to the heavens.

In a strange stroke of timing, just as Liu Zheng was about to dial, his phone began to ring.

Liu Zheng scowled.

Who would dare call him at a time like this? He was about to dismiss the call when he realized the caller ID showed the Elder Council.

"It’s the Elder Council calling us?"

Liu Zhenyang noted the surprise in his son's eyes.

A bitter, self-deprecating smile touched his lips.

He could guess the reason for the call.

Word of the Bai family's robbery must have reached them, and they were likely calling to offer a warning.

Tragically, they were far too late.

Liu Zheng took a steadying breath and pressed the answer button.

Sure enough, a frantic voice erupted from the speaker: "Liu Zheng! Has that Chen kid shown up at your estate yet?"

Inside the high-level meeting room of the Elder Council, Xu Hu gripped his phone, surrounded by three other elders who were all watching him with bated breath and anxious eyes.

"He has already been here,"

Liu Zheng replied through clenched teeth. "And he didn't just visit—he stole the Liu family's secret realm. My father and I are lucky to still be breathing."

Hearing this, Elder Qin and his colleagues traded looks of pure frustration.

Late again?

"When did he depart? Do you have any idea which way he headed?" Xu Hu pressed.

Two Quasi-S-Class Awakeners were already en route to Sifang City.

If the boy had only just left, there was a slim chance they could intercept him.

"I don't know. He moved too fast for us to track,"

Liu Zheng answered flatly.

"*Sigh*."

Xu Hu let out a long, weary breath. "Liu Zheng, you should have found a way to stall him. If you had just kept him there a bit longer, our reinforcements would have arrived."