Only Got My Martial Arts Modifier in My Old Age
Chapter 288: Chapter 150: The Gong Family’s Great Calamity! Gong Ning’s Death Tribulation???
At that moment, the smile on the female Grand Elder’s face gradually faded, replaced by a rare solemnity.
She slowly set down her teacup and spoke in a grave tone, "Yuanshan, do you still remember why the two clan elders sent you to Yun Port City in the first place?"
Gong Yuanshan was stunned. He clearly hadn’t expected the Grand Elder to suddenly bring this up.
Indescribable emotions churned within him. ’Didn’t I come to Yun Port City precisely to escape that family’s control?’
’The Grand Elder knows the whole story better than anyone, so why is she asking this now?’
Back then, the Outer Celestial Demons were overwhelmingly powerful, and the Gong Family was just a minor clan struggling to survive. To preserve their bloodline, they had to endure the humiliation of becoming the Outer Celestial Demons’ lackeys.
That humiliating history was a wound the entire Gong Family was unwilling to touch.
"Grand Elder..." Gong Yuanshan’s voice was tight.
The female Grand Elder, however, simply smiled faintly and raised a hand, cutting Gong Yuanshan off. She proceeded to answer her own question. "Back then, the Outer Celestial Demons ran rampant. To survive, the Gong Family had no choice but to let them have their way, living day by day in disgrace."
She paused, her gaze slowly sweeping over every Elder present. "I just never imagined that our Gong Family would repeat the same mistake... Sigh."
Gong Yuanshan and the other Elders present turned pale with shock. The Second and Fourth Elders were so startled they shot up from their seats.
The male Second Elder’s brow was tightly furrowed. His sharp gaze fixed on the female Grand Elder as he asked in a low voice, "Gong Jue, what do you mean by that?"
’This was a perfectly normal clan meeting. Why did she suddenly have to bring up those accursed things?’
The female Fourth Elder chimed in, "Yes, Gong Jue. Surely those creatures wouldn’t dare come to Yun Port City, would they? Not with Lord Lu here."
Gong Jue didn’t answer immediately. She simply lifted her teacup and took another unhurried sip.
A moment later, she slowly lowered her teacup. Her gaze passed over the others and settled firmly on the Sixth and Seventh Elders.
"Sigh... Yue Xue, Lin... I never thought I’d live to see the day something happened to you two. Those damned beasts... they actually got you."
Her words sent a shockwave through the room. Gong Yuanshan’s pupils constricted, and the faces of the other two Elders instantly paled.
All eyes snapped to the Sixth and Seventh Elders. The Sixth Elder was a woman named Gong Yue Xue, ninety years old.
The Seventh Elder was a man named Gong Lin, eighty-eight years old. They were the two youngest Elders in the Gong Family and were both Mid-stage Grandmasters of Huajin.
They usually appeared cold on the outside but were warm-hearted, and they held immense prestige within the family. Gong Yuanshan, the current Patriarch of the Gong Family, had held them in high esteem since he was a child.
At this moment, however, the expressions on their faces were utterly bizarre. Gong Yue Xue and Gong Lin rose to their feet at nearly the same instant. Their faces were ashen, and their eyes darted about frantically, as if they were desperately trying to conceal some dark secret.
Inside the hall, Gong Yuanshan, the Second Elder, and the Fourth Elder subconsciously moved to one side, their gazes fixed on Gong Yue Xue and Gong Lin across from them.
Though his mind was in turmoil, Gong Yuanshan suppressed his emotions, took a step forward, and asked, "Grand Elder, what basis do you have for saying that?"
He asked the question aloud, but in his heart, he already had a creeping suspicion. Gong Jue’s earlier words had been a clear accusation. "Something happened" was clearly not as simple as an injury or illness.
The meaning was unmistakable: the Sixth and Seventh Elders, standing alive and well before them, were already "dead."
In a flash of insight, Gong Yuanshan suddenly recalled the past the Grand Elder had mentioned—the Outer Celestial Demons...
A horrifying and absurd thought struck him like a thunderclap.
Gong Yuanshan stared in disbelief at the two elders he had respected since childhood and asked, his voice trembling, "Don’t tell me... the two of you have been possessed by those damned Outer Realm Evil Demons?"
The faces of the Second and Fourth Elders also changed drastically. They, too, had realized the same possibility just a moment ago.
Just then, Gong Jue slowly rose to her feet. It was as if her aged body had been infused with a terrifying new power. Qi surged from her, and visible waves of energy roiled around her.
As the fierce winds of Qi raged, the teacups and saucers in the hall rattled violently, and the tables and chairs began to shake.
Gong Jue’s gaze was ice-cold as she locked eyes with Gong Yue Xue and Gong Lin. "How much longer are you going to keep up this charade? Do you know why I didn’t expose you sooner?"
Gong Yue Xue and Gong Lin’s faces turned grim, and the Qi around their bodies began to churn in response.
By the time Gong Jue realized what had happened, the two were already en route to Yun Port City with the rest of the Gong Family.
For the safety of their people, Gong Jue had been forced to bide her time throughout the entire journey. The trip had been fraught with danger, and if she had rashly confronted two possessed Grandmasters of Huajin, the consequences would have been dire. There was no telling how many innocent family members might have perished.
"Yue Xue, Lin, I will avenge you both now!"
The words had barely left her lips when Gong Jue, despite being over a hundred years old, flickered and shot forward like a phantom.
As she moved, the supreme art of the Gong Family—the Grand Wandering Dragon Eight Trigrams Palm—was unleashed in its full glory. Her palms flew, and eight visible streams of Qi materialized into draconic phantoms that roared as they circled around her.
This was the sign that she had mastered the Grand Wandering Dragon Eight Trigrams Palm to its absolute peak: eight dragons trailed in her wake, her palm strikes weaving a dense web of afterimages. Each blow ripped through the air with the sound of a roaring dragon.

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