Moreover, he wanted to settle accounts with the Zhao family and the people who murdered his uncle Zhao Sihai first.
Now, Tantai Qiuyue, the Grand Commander of the Tianyuan Bureau of the Demon Suppression Division, is helping him investigate who attacked his uncle at Yin Yang Mountain. He believes that the results should be available soon.
Besides, Su Qianyu is getting engaged to Wu Lei, the young master of the number one family in Yanming City, in half a month. How could he not attend this occasion?
This time, he intends to utterly crush Su Qianyu and the Wu family.
He originally had no grudges against the Wu family, but the Wu family wanted to get engaged to Su Qianyu before he had even publicly discussed the engagement, which was an insult to him. Of course, he had to settle this score.
He didn't care that the Wu family was backed by the Qingxuan Sect.
At this moment, outside the Su family mansion, the early autumn sunlight was so bright that it was hard to open one's eyes.
Those kneeling fellows dressed in mourning clothes cowered on the ground like lambs to the slaughter, utterly silent.
Among the crowd, several novice martial artists had solemn expressions, with large beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads.
They frowned, their eyes filled with struggle and entanglement, still hesitant about abandoning their cultivation—a matter that seemed like the sky falling and the earth collapsing.
They were all poisoned and in great pain, and for them to be kneeling on the ground was an even greater disgrace.
"Cousin, are you... are you really going to cripple your cultivation?"
A middle-aged man in his forties, his body trembling slightly, looked at an elderly man with white hair beside him with his lips trembling, his eyes filled with resentment and fear.
"I've painstakingly cultivated for forty years, and only last year did I finally manage to reach the initial stage of martial arts master. You know, I've always hoped that through diligent cultivation, I could reach a higher level and become a high-level martial arts master—that's my dream! If I were to lose my cultivation now, how would I live in the future? Would I be a herb farmer digging in the soil, or a miner spending my days in darkness and dampness? I... I'm truly unwilling to accept that!"
His voice was tinged with a sob, and his hands were gripping the hem of his clothes tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
The old man sighed heavily, his cloudy eyes gazing into the distance, seemingly recalling the glorious past, or perhaps lamenting his current helpless situation.
"If you don't want to die, you'll have no choice but to cripple your cultivation. Don't be fooled by all the backup plans Madam Ouyang Yan has prepared; they're useless in this critical moment! If we don't listen to Fang Han and disobey his orders today, we'll only have one path: death. We have no other option!"
The old man's voice was hoarse and low, conveying a deep sense of powerlessness.
He himself was a beginner-level martial artist, but now that he was old, his blood and qi were like a dried-up stream, and the hope of advancing his cultivation level was slim.
He knew in his heart that with his old bones, he probably only had a dozen or so years left to live. Although it was a pity that he had lost his cultivation, at least he could save his life.
Therefore, he had long planned to abandon his cultivation, and at this moment, he was merely trying to comfort his cousin beside him.
"How did Fang Han suddenly become so strong?"
Upon hearing the old man's words, the other martial arts masters exchanged glances, their eyes filled with astonishment and regret. They then shook their heads and sighed, "Alas, this is indeed our fate. We have no choice but to accept it!"
They hung their heads, their shoulders slumped, as if their energy had been drained away, and they had already resigned themselves to their fate.
"It turns out that the Su family are all spineless cowards."
However, just as everyone was immersed in despair and helplessness, a voice as cold as an ice blade suddenly rang out.
The speaker was Han Jiangxue, who had a mocking sneer on her lips and looked at a group of ants with a gaze that seemed to regard them as mere ants.
"Han Jiangxue, you were originally a Foundation Establishment Realm expert. If you could defeat Fang Han, you would undoubtedly be a hero and a prodigy in our hearts. But what about now? Your cultivation has been crippled, and you're just like us, kneeling obediently here. What right do you have to laugh at us?"
A young, hot-blooded beginner martial artist blushed, glared angrily, and roared indignantly.
"Hmph, I knelt down only to lull Fang Han into a false sense of security."
Upon hearing this, Han Jiangxue chuckled softly and sinisterly: "Fang Han went to the master's room. Does he think he can get away unscathed? How naive! The master had already anticipated that he would come to the Su family for revenge. He had already poisoned that room, just waiting for him to walk in."
The person she was referring to was none other than Ouyang Yan, the holy maiden of the Hehuan Sect.
"This...this is real?"
Someone said, "Did the mistress of the family really poison her in her elegant residence? But... but when Jiang Qianjun, an inner disciple of the Divine Doctor Valley, poisoned us before, we all collapsed and suffered terribly, but Fang Han was completely unharmed. Will it work this time?"
As he spoke, the man glanced nervously toward the mansion, his eyes filled with doubt.
"Jiang Qianjun? He's just a high-level Martial Grandmaster. How could the poison he used compare to my master's poison!"
Han Jiangxue snorted coldly, her eyes full of disdain.
"My master's poison is meticulously crafted, specifically designed to counteract troublesome individuals like Fang Han. Fang Han is likely suffering from the poison in the Su family mansion right now. If he doesn't come out within the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, we can go in, trap him like a turtle in a jar, and capture him."
Han Jiangxue's eyes gleamed with the satisfaction of revenge.
Is this for real or fake?
Su Aiai, who had been slumped on the ground like a wooden sculpture, with empty eyes and utter despair, suddenly snapped back to reality upon hearing Han Jiangxue's words. A glimmer of hope instantly ignited in her eyes, and she couldn't wait to ask.
"Everyone is facing a life-or-death situation right now, do you think I'm in the mood for jokes?"
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