Spoiled By the Young Master After Reborn In the 80s
Chapter 335: Three hundred thirty-four, lecture

Chapter 335: Three hundred thirty-four, lecture

As Luo Shu watched the three people, including Song Xiran, fainting, she let out a cold laugh and retracted her Divine Sense.

She didn’t leave immediately but instead looked in a certain direction. After a long while, she stepped onto her Flying Sword and turned away, disappearing into the night.

Feeling that the terrifying presence had vanished, Luo Shan slowly crawled out from under the bed.

Weak and trembling, she curled up by the edge of the bed, her eyes full of fear as she scanned her surroundings, terrified that the dreadful presence would reappear.

Upon receiving the news that Song Xiran intended to make his relationship with Luo Shu public, Lu Hanmo immediately ordered the interception of this information and took control of the person who wanted to release it.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want people to know about his relationship with Shushu, but he knew that once the news was released, Shushu’s peaceful life would be disrupted. Moreover, Song Xiran definitely had other motives for releasing this information. He absolutely couldn’t let Song Xiran use it to hurt Shushu.

Thinking of the Song Family, a fierce light burst forth from Lu Hanmo’s eyes. It was time to give the Song Family a proper lesson!

Helpers lifted Song Xiran and the other two off the ground, and it took a long while before they finally regained their senses. Their faces were severely injured, and several teeth had been knocked out. If not for their clothes, no one could have recognized their identities.

As he thought of the powerful and terrifying Divine Sense from before, Old Master Song, ignoring his own injuries, immediately summoned a few key members of the Song Family for a meeting in the conference hall.

"What are your thoughts on this incident?" Old Master Song asked, enduring the pain. But because he was missing several teeth and had injuries on his face, it was hard for people to understand him clearly.

After a long consideration, Song Chengyi spoke, "I think the attacker was specifically targeting Xiran." After all, Xiran was the one they attacked first; they were just collateral damage. Had he known the attacker was so ruthless, he wouldn’t have bothered with Xiran.

Hearing Song Chengyi’s words, Song Xiran, with eyes swollen to slits, tried hard to open them. "Dad, I haven’t offended any True Cultivator." At the moment, his only opponents were Lu Hanmo and Luo Shu. Luo Shu couldn’t be a True Cultivator; his father had already tested that last time. Although Lu Hanmo was a True Cultivator, his strength was on par with Xiran’s.

As for anyone else, he really couldn’t think of anyone. After all, he seldom let his opponents live long in this world.

"Regardless of whether the attacker was targeting Xiran, since they have made their move, they must pay the price. We can report this matter to the Patron. Our Song Family has done so much for the Patron; surely, they will not stand idly by," said Song Chengfeng.

Song Chengyang nodded in agreement, "The Patron is about to provide us with another batch of boys and girls for cultivation practice. We should take this opportunity to inform the Patron."

"With many masters under the Patron’s command, just sending one or two would be enough to put the attacker to death," Song Xijun stated.

Old Master Song pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Alright! This matter will be handled by..." His words came to an abrupt halt as he looked up at the sky in shock and anger. This was too much! It wasn’t enough to bully them once; they had come for a second time.

Through his Divine Sense, Lu Hanmo saw the injuries of Song Xiran and his cohorts, knowing Luo Shu had already attacked. A pleased smile appeared on his face. But since he had come, he wouldn’t leave so easily.

He spread his Divine Sense far and wide, enveloping the skies, causing all the buildings of the Song Family to shake violently.

As the houses began to quake, the faces of Song Xiran and the others changed dramatically, and they immediately tried to flee.

The very next moment, however, they discovered their bodies were imprisoned by the Divine Sense and couldn’t move at all.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The houses could no longer withstand the pressure and collapsed, dust billowing, bricks and debris scattered everywhere, creating a scene of total chaos.

The members of the Song Family scrambled out of the houses in disarray, looking back at the ruins behind them, they heaved a sigh of relief.

"Where’s the family head? Why haven’t we seen the family head?"

"He was having a meeting with the others in the conference hall in the backyard; we should go check it out," someone replied.

Everyone rushed toward the backyard, only to find it as devastated as the front, with bricks and debris strewn all about.

"Oh no! The family head and the others are under the rubble; we need to rescue them quickly!"

"I’ll go find tools!" Suddenly, everyone erupted into chaos.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Song Xiran unsteadily rose from the rubble. Right now, his whole being was in a daze!

"Xiran!" Mother Song saw him and hurriedly ran over, reaching out to support him.

"Madam, be careful, there are people down there!" someone shouted.

Hearing this, Mother Song immediately halted her steps, and her gaze shifted to the ground beneath her, fearful of stepping on someone.

With great effort, the members of the Song Family finally extricated Old Master Song and the others from beneath the debris. Although they wouldn’t die due to being True Cultivators, such severe injuries still required treatment.

However, it wasn’t long before everyone realized a more serious problem: they had a doctor but no medicine. Their cars were destroyed, and even their phones were crushed. They couldn’t transport the injured to the hospital, and without phones, they couldn’t call for an ambulance.

In the end, they could only send two servants to borrow a phone from the nearest neighbor.

After a night of turmoil, Song Xiran and his party were finally admitted to the hospital.

Song Xiran was wrapped in bandages like a mummy. This time, a collapsing wall had broken three of his ribs.

Groggily, Song Xiran opened his eyes. But since his eyes were still swollen, they were only slits even when wide open. Seeing his mother dozing off by the bedside, Song Xiran called out, "Mom..." His voice was hoarse and strained, as though squeezed from his throat.

Mother Song opened her eyes at the sound, and seeing that Song Xiran had awakened, quickly said, "Don’t move; you’ve broken some ribs."

"How are grandpa and dad?" Song Xiran weakly asked.

Mother Song’s expression immediately darkened, "Their injuries are severe, especially your grandfather. Not only did he break several bones, but his thigh was also impaled by a piece of steel rebar."

Song Xiran closed his eyes wearily, and his hands, resting by his sides, gradually clenched into fists. No matter who the opponent was, he would surely take revenge in the future!