A startled cry rang out, and three cold, sinister gazes immediately turned to the source of the sound, landing on Qin Luo and his companion not far away.
Before the three could react, a vast and overwhelming pressure from a saint descended upon them. The pupils of the three middle-aged men shrank, and their spiritual energy could not withstand the pressure for even a moment before they were forced to kneel on one knee.
He tried to struggle, but found that his spiritual power was completely suppressed, and he could only watch helplessly as Qin Luo and Su Yaoyue rushed over.
Su Yaoyue swiftly leaped to the edge of the pit and helped the blood-covered old man to his feet. The old man, named Uncle Pan, was momentarily confused upon seeing Su Yaoyue, then his eyes widened, and he hurriedly urged:
"You're Miss Su Yue? Cough cough! Miss, let's go... They're from the Seven Strings Merchant Guild!"
Upon seeing that the two who had suddenly appeared knew the old man, the leading man suddenly roared, veins bulging on his neck. Although he trembled under the oppressive aura, his eyes were filled with sinister intent:
"Boy, you know we're from the Seven Strings Merchant Guild, yet you still don't know what's good for you and let us go! Otherwise, you won't be able to withstand the guild's wrath!"
Qin Luo stood with his hands behind his back, calmly watching his menacing appearance, a half-smile playing on his lips.
The next moment, his gaze turned icy cold, and with a flick of his wrist, the void collapsed. The three men's shouts and curses ceased abruptly, their bodies instantly turning to dust under the immense pressure, only their terrified eyes remaining frozen in the dissipating afterimages.
"Noisy".
Qin Luo withdrew his hand, and the overwhelming aura of a saint receded. Pan Shu, who was struggling to get up, saw this scene, his cloudy eyes fixed on Qin Luo's direction, and he couldn't help but let out a broken gasp.
Su Yaoyue gently pressed down on Uncle Pan's trembling shoulder, her spiritual energy transforming into a warm current that seeped into his body to stop the bleeding.
"Uncle Pan, don't panic. With him here, no chamber of commerce is worth fearing."
She turned to look at Qin Luo, who was walking slowly towards her, her eyes full of trust. "Since he's willing to help me, he must have a foolproof plan. But what about you? How did you get involved with these people?"
"And what's the deal with this Seven Strings Merchant Guild?"
After Uncle Pan calmed down, he leaned against a large tree, his cloudy eyes bloodshot, and his voice hoarse as he said:
"This is a long story. Five years ago, after Madam passed away and you left, Miss, the main family suddenly sent a man named Su Zhentian, saying he wanted to take over the properties under Madam Su's name. But Su Zhentian wasn't a direct descendant of the master at all; he was from a collateral branch!"
“This property was left to you by the madam, so naturally we are unwilling to hand it over easily. Fortunately, we took the madam’s handwritten instructions to argue with her. However, when we arrived at the master’s house, we didn’t even get to see the master. They said that the master was in seclusion and would not see any guests.”
"Due to our resistance, this matter was temporarily shelved."
At this point, Uncle Pan paused, his eyes turning red, and he continued, panting heavily:
"Who would have thought that a year later, the master would suddenly disappear! News spread from the main family that the master had violated the clan rules and was severely punished. At this point, Su Zhentian completely tore off the mask and called us remnants of the traitorous clan! He didn't even give us a chance to explain and took action directly. All the property left by the madam was seized, and the brothers either died or fled."
"And that Seven Strings Merchant Guild." Uncle Pan pounded the tree trunk hard, shaking down handfuls of withered leaves.
"It was Su Zhentian who seized the assets and became a local tyrant, forming a chamber of commerce with outsiders! Under the guise of purging family scandals, they openly and covertly robbed and plundered, killing those of us who used to follow Madam..."
Hearing this, Su Yaoyue felt a chill run through her body and murmured:
"How...how could this be?"
The master that Uncle Pan mentioned was her father, but Su Yaoyue remembered that when she escaped, her father was in a position of great power, so how did he end up disappearing?
Just as Su Yaoyue was feeling puzzled as to why everything had turned out this way.
Several streaks of light flashed across the horizon, their trails of dazzling spiritual energy blooming behind them. Suddenly, eight dark figures appeared, all cultivators at the Saint Realm, emanating a chilling aura.
Immediately afterwards, a carriage adorned with gold and jade ornaments floated in the center, with curtains hanging around the carriage swaying gently in the wind, and wisps of smoke rising from the incense burner inside could be vaguely seen.
"I never expected anyone would dare to interfere in the affairs of my Su family. Heh, that's really strange."
A lazy male voice pierced through the curtains, carrying a hint of nonchalant mockery:
"It seems that this trip to relax has been worthwhile because I stumbled upon this amusing incident."
When Uncle Pan saw the leader pulling the carriage, his cloudy eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins, and his withered fingers turned white from the force of his grip.
"Su Zhentian!"
However, Su Zhentian ignored Uncle Pan's angry shout and, upon hearing the man's voice inside the carriage, bowed and lifted the curtain for him.
A man dressed in a scarlet brocade robe appeared before them, playing with a folding fan in his hand with a smile. But when his playful gaze swept over Su Yaoyue, he suddenly stopped.
"Oh, isn't this my cousin who ran away a few years ago? Looks like I came to the right place this time. Capture her! After I take her back to the master's house and deal with her, you'll be credited with a great service!"
Before the words were finished, eight black figures suddenly sprang up, their hands glowing with a ghostly blue poisonous light, heading straight for Su Yaoyue.
Upon seeing this, Qin Luo's expression turned cold. With a wave of his hand, he compressed the void and sent it hurtling down towards the group of people who had rushed over.
The eight dark figures were suddenly frozen in mid-air under the pressure of the void. Before the ghostly blue poisonous light could even touch Su Yaoyue's clothes, it was crushed into dust by an invisible force.
Two of them forcibly circulated their spiritual energy in an attempt to resist, but they heard their bones make a teeth-grinding cracking sound and were instantly pressed down to the ground.
Having successfully tested Qin Luo's cultivation level, the man in the crimson robe tapped his chin lightly with his folding fan and let out a series of sneers:
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