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Perhaps the previous scene frightened Su Miao, so she placed an extra layer of restriction on Fu Chen to prevent him from using the Fire of Nirvana at will.
Fu Chen didn't feel uncomfortable at all, and even forgot the previous unpleasantness. He followed Su Miao and kept asking questions: "Are you leaving Wuwang Sect? Where are you going? What should I do then?"
Su Miao put the packed books on the table, sat down and looked at Fu Chen quietly, then patted his side.
Fu Chen sat down obediently: "Can you speak now?"
Su Miao: "...Don't you want to go back to North City?"
Fu Chen stood up suddenly, flustered and a little embarrassed: "Then don't call back! Besides, isn't North City your home?"
Home?
A place she had not returned to for hundreds of years, Su Miao did not feel that it was her home.
Su Miao rarely showed any emotion. A hint of mockery flashed in her eyes, but not towards Fu Chen. She smiled and asked, "Don't you want to go back to Bailuo Mountain?"
Since her advice, the number of monsters around Wuwang Sect has decreased a lot, and this is inseparable from Fu Chen's instructions.
Originally, she only wanted to teach one disciple, but now this disciple has a special identity, so special that she has to pay attention to him.
But she won't regret it.
Fu Chen lowered his head, as if embarrassed, and said hesitantly: "There are... friends in Bailuo Mountain who want to go back."
Su Miao continued to pack her things. She didn't have much. Apart from two books she needed, she also brought some medicinal pills and talismans. "Then let's go to North City."
Even standing on the sword heading towards North City, Fu Chen was still in a daze. He glanced at the white-robed Immortal standing in front of him, then looked down silently - it was indeed the direction heading towards North City.
They really went to North City!
Even in the human world, Su Miao did not hide his identity as a cultivator.
A fairy in flowing white clothes walked into the restaurant holding a magic sword, her expression indifferent and emotionless.
The noisy restaurant suddenly quieted down, and only an arrogant and domineering voice came from the upstairs private room: "Run, run for me..."
Hearing the voice, Su Miao paused and looked up at the second floor - a man with a lewd expression was pulling a girl, most of the girl's body was hanging outside the wooden railing, and she happened to be looking at the girl.
Fu Chen glanced down, a hint of sarcasm flashing across his eyes. He didn't expect to meet an acquaintance so soon.
Everyone was waiting for someone to stand up, but unexpectedly, the cold and elegant fairy was not kind at all, and just sat in the corner with a sullen face.
"That person from the Su family is going to commit a sin again!"
"Hey, keep your voice down," someone next to him reminded, "Be careful of that person who's looking for trouble behind you."
Hearing this, Su Miao looked up and stared at the ghost opposite her who was obviously dissatisfied, pursing his lips and sitting quietly, imitating her movements.
She knew exactly where the dissatisfaction came from. The next moment, her spirit sword flew over and knocked down the troublemaker. She grabbed his collar and threw him down from the second floor.
With a bang, a hole was smashed in the restaurant, revealing the yellow-brown soil under the wooden boards.
The sound was so loud that it drowned out all the discussions. Everyone was stunned for a moment, and continued to eat their meals with trembling hands, not daring to look up. They were all waiting to see what would happen to this fairy.
The waiter and the shopkeeper ran over quickly with unfriendly and aggressive looks on their faces. Seeing a pair of indifferent eyes, they took a step back and still surrounded Su Miao.
The magic sword flew behind its owner, and Su Miao casually threw two silver ingots to the shopkeeper who was in charge.
"Dear guest, I'm sorry to bother you." The shopkeeper bent down and smiled as usual, put the silver into his sleeve, and shook it gently with his hand hidden behind his back.
Several people quickly dispersed, looking calm as if nothing had happened.
The man in the pit climbed up, held his waist, and cursed: "Who is it? How dare you plot against me! I want to see which untouchable it is!"
Although he was wearing fine silk, he didn't look noble at all and spoke in a vulgar way, completely different from the impression Su Miao had of him.
A long sword stood in front of the man. The spiritual sword had shed its disguise, and the snow-white sword body exuded a cold air.
The man stopped cursing, still looking a little scared: "This is... Bei-Beihan Sword."
Those with a little more experience also exclaimed: "It's the Beihan Sword!"
The crowd of spectators wanted to hide their heads on the table. They all knew very well that the owner of this sword was the Immortal Lord Beihan!
Beihan Immortal Venerable of Wuwang Sect is the legendary ruthless swordsman genius who has the greatest hope of ascending to heaven!
For a moment they were a little disappointed. How could there be such a big difference between them when they were just human beings?
The servant upstairs was still holding the young girl who was fighting desperately. Upon hearing this, he quickly let go, ran downstairs and knelt beside the man.
Su Miao glanced at the thin man, and seeing the surprise and jealousy in his eyes, he held the sword and said coldly: "Su Shang."
She was about to do something, but when she saw Fu Chen quietly floating behind Su Shang, she stopped.
Su Shang suddenly floated in the air, then suddenly fell down. Two wooden stakes suddenly appeared on the ground and pierced his thighs. His gorgeous clothes were stained with blood, and Su Shang screamed in pain: "Ah!"
Amid screams, Su Miao and others disappeared. The floor was intact, without any holes, but there was a trace of blood on it.
The restaurant became lively with constant discussions, and the topic this time was the hurried coming and going of the Immortal Lord Beihan.
They walked with weak legs, ignoring the sweat on their foreheads, and expressed their opinions on the matter.
"It really is that Beihan Immortal Venerable!"
"Hush! The Immortal Venerable is from the Su family..."
Su Family Ancestral Hall.
"bump--"
The man was thrown to the ground, and blood dripped onto the floor, quickly staining the clean floor of the ancestral hall.
The Su family members who rushed over after hearing the noise saw a white figure standing in the center and hurriedly sent the servants away, leaving only a few masters.
Su Youlin, the head of the Su family, laughed and said, "Immortal Lord, you are back."
Su Miao didn't look back, but raised his chin slightly and stared at the ghost floating above the spirit tablet.
Fu Chen looked like he wanted to take action but didn't dare. She glanced sideways, and the spirit sword stepped forward and split a spirit tablet in half.
With this beginning, the spirit tablets fell to the ground one after another, and the spirit tablets made of fine nanmu wood shattered into pieces.
Su Youlin's expression remained unchanged, while the two men behind him had noticeably darker faces.
As for the remaining three female relatives, they looked timid and didn't even dare to raise their heads.
"Mr. Su, there are some things they can't bear to hear." Su Miao raised his chin slightly, his voice cold.
The little phoenix, who was still having fun, realized it later and looked back at the Immortal Master with a puzzled look.
He remembered that his master seemed to respect these people very much... Su Shang had told him before that his master liked him as his cousin the most.
But...it was she who caused him to fall like this!
Su Youlin dismissed those people: "You go down."
"Dad!" A slightly thin man said dissatisfiedly, "I am her father!"
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the spirit sword stabbed at him, forcing him to run away.
With this precedent, no matter how dissatisfied others were, they still fled in disgrace, as if a killing god was chasing them.
Father?
Su Miao opened his eyes, glanced at Su Daozhi's embarrassed fleeing figure, and sneered in his heart.
This group of people really don't know what they're doing. What father? She's just an adopted daughter in name only.
Su Miao raised his hand to close the door, and reminded the little phoenix who was still venting his emotions: "Fu Chen, how long are you going to make trouble?"
The tone was flat, but with a hint of obvious indulgence.
As her voice fell, a wisp of white spiritual power emerged from the ghost, and a young man in red gradually appeared.
He had snow-white skin, black hair, and a look of wildness in his eyes. Until his eyes met Su Miao's, he deliberately recognized her face.
He couldn't help but look down again, and seeing his strong hands, he almost subconsciously ran to the window, but was stopped by the spirit sword.
Taking small steps, the boy was forced to walk towards Su Miao.
Su Youlin wasn't surprised at all, and revealed a look of understanding: "I heard that you accepted him as your disciple. Are you here to avenge him?"
There must be a reason why someone who hasn't been back for hundreds of years suddenly comes back. Besides, Fu Chen was the one she entrusted to the Su family.
Su Youlin looked at Fu Chen with an inexplicable fear in his eyes, but when he looked at Su Miao, he only smiled gently.
Being too calm is not normal. Su Miao is well aware of this. He waved his hand and took out two chairs from his storage bag, pulling the young man to sit down. "Does Master Su know the reason?"
Su Youlin smiled bitterly: "I have been worried for a hundred years, and I thought I had really fooled it."
Hearing this, the young man paused his struggling, opened his mouth slightly to ask, then quickly turned his face away to distance himself from Su Miao.
Looking at this person's awkward expression, Su Miao laughed in his heart but did not show it on his face: "I don't know what the Su family is trying to trick you into doing."
Su Youlin suddenly knelt on the ground, and the arrogance cultivated by a hundred years of wealth and glory collapsed in an instant. He stammered for a long time without making a sound.
Su Miao rarely spoke: "I am just the adopted daughter of the Su family. I am tolerant of you because you take care of my disciples. It's a pity that you can't even do such a small thing well."
A bunch of words that were totally wrong came out of her mouth, and Fu Chen looked surprised.
"The Su family of Beicheng? That's my Su family. It seems you have forgotten your own identities."
"...I haven't forgotten that the Su family is the servants of the Immortal Lord, and you are the real master of the Su family." Su Youlin almost lost his strength and fell to the ground in panic.
Upon hearing this, Fu Chen immediately looked up at Su Miao, with confusion and awkwardness in his eyes.
"That's good to know. My sword has a bad temper. I'll have to trouble Elder Su to make arrangements for me in the next few days."
If someone comes to cause trouble, she will not let them go easily.
After saying this, Su Miao pulled the young man and went to her former courtyard. Seeing the spotless courtyard that had not changed at all, she tightened her grip on the spirit sword.
Without outsiders around, Fu Chen broke free, took a step back, and looked alert, like a little bird about to explode, afraid of being caught.
Su Miao reached out and grabbed the man: "Speak."
The young man lowered his head and bit his lips. Seeing his figure gradually becoming transparent, he finally opened his mouth: "Why? Why... did you develop a demon in your heart?"
He had heard all this when he was in Wuwang Sect, but he didn't pay much attention to it at the time because he thought it was impossible.
But in the ancestral hall, he clearly felt the inner demons surging in Su Miao. He was a demon beast and was very sensitive to this kind of aura.
Su Miao only saw his lips moving in and out, without hearing any sound. She walked into the yard, and a barrier wave spread out.
Seeing this scene, Fu Chen's eyes flashed with doubt. Due to the contract, he could only follow behind, but at the farthest distance, five steps, which was the biggest limitation of the contract.
Su Miao evaded the question: "My mother is the daughter of the Su family in Mutian City, Wu Kingdom. She ran away from her marriage and became a free cultivator. She met Su Daozhi, and that's how I was born."
Mutian City is located in the center of the continent and is also the imperial city. It is much more noble than the Su family of Beicheng. Even the Su family of Beicheng is named after her mother's Su, not the Su of Su Youlin.
When Su Miao suddenly talked about the past, there was not much emotion in his eyes.
To her, these people are not her family.
She didn't feel anything, but Fu Chen floated in front of her and stretched out his hand to hold her.
In the end, he stood aside awkwardly, without any resistance on his face.
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