Chapter 1292: Calamity Descends

Upon seeing the remains of Sima Huolie, Sima Ying's grief became unbearable. Two streams of tears flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks as she began to weep softly.

Yet within the main hall of the Sima Manor, aside from Sima Ying, not a single person was crying. There was not a trace of sorrow on their faces—only hatred.

Some were even sneering coldly, and others were gloating, as if Sima Huolie had it coming.

"Haha, good, good! Heaven has finally been generous to our Sima family."

Suddenly, Manor Lord Sima burst into hearty laughter, and as he gazed upon Sima Huolie's remains, light actually blazed in his eyes. Without a shred of conscience, he declared:

"The Origin is perfectly preserved—it should fetch a fine price."

"What did you say? Don't tell me you're not going to bury my grandfather in the ancestral grave?"

Hearing these words, Sima Ying panicked. She could never have imagined that the Manor Lord would do such a thing. Not burying Sima Huolie's remains in the Sima ancestral grave was one thing—but he actually wanted to sell her grandfather's Origin.

"Bury him in the ancestral grave? Does Sima Huolie even deserve that?"

"Hmph! While he was alive, not a single person in our Sima family could benefit from him. Not a single person ever received his help."

"Selling his Origin after his death—that's only fair compensation for our Sima family," the Manor Lord said viciously.

Not a shred of shame crossed his face. On the contrary, he seemed entirely convinced that what he was doing was perfectly justified—even correct.

"You bastard! Give my grandfather back!"

Hearing these words, Sima Ying finally exploded. All the fury she had been suppressing in her heart burst forth in that moment.

Her intense rage swept through the entire hall in an instant, dropping the temperature several degrees.

In that moment, she was like a furious tiger. With a roar, she charged at the Manor Lord, unleashing the full might of her sixth-grade Martial King cultivation and her fierce offensive, desperate to reclaim her grandfather's remains.

"Boom!"

But before Sima Ying could even get close, the Manor Lord flicked his sleeve, and a tremendous wave of martial power swept outward, directly knocking her back.

Though Sima Ying was a genius, her talent lay primarily in barrier technique. Moreover, the barrier technique she currently practiced was not an offensive type—it could not enhance her combat power.

As for her martial cultivation, her true combat strength was merely two grades above an ordinary person, placing her at roughly the level of an eighth-grade Martial King.

Against a ninth-grade Martial King—even one with unremarkable combat ability, even a plain, ordinary ninth-grade Martial King—Sima Ying was simply no match.

"You dare raise your hand against me? Truly courting death." After repelling Sima Ying, the head elder scoffed dismissively. He flicked his sleeve to display his magnificence, then spoke:

"Get lost. I don't want to see you again. Don't you ever set foot in the Sima family again—otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Manor Lord, we can't let her leave! If she goes to the Alliance of Spirit World Masters for help, won't we be in serious trouble?" someone interjected.

"Hmm, that's true." Hearing this, Manor Lord Sima came to his senses, and a flash of cold killing intent crossed his eyes as he looked at Sima Ying and said icily:

"In that case, I can't let any of you leave alive."

The moment these words left his mouth, the members of the Sima family rushed to seal the doors of the main hall.