Chapter 11: Wetting Himself in Terror

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n“This….” Nie Teng’s mind went blank, and he stood there in a daze.

nWen Lingxue and her female classmates’ eyes widened in shock.

nA year ago, the Sword Chief of Blueriver Sword Manor’s outer sect, Su Yi, had an accident that turned him into a waste without any cultivation. Everyone in Guangling City knew that.

nYet they’d just watched Su Yi deal Yang Sheng heavy injuries in a single attack!

n“Yang Sheng, are you okay?” Huang Qianjun’s expression shifted as well. Yang Sheng was the most capable fighter among his subordinates, a vicious character at the Refining Muscle stage of the Blood Circulation Realm, but Su Yi had left him grievously wounded in a single blow. Huang Quanjin dared not believe his eyes.

n“Young Master…. I….. Argh!” Yang Sheng lay crumpled in the corner. He tried to struggle to his feet, only to hack up a mouthful of blood. His head lolled to the side, and he passed out.

nHuang Qianjun’s expression instantly filled with awe-inspiring, violent malice. His fury peaked, and with a sudden sweep of his arm, he roared, “What are you just standing there for? Hurry up and kill him!”

nHis guards looked at each other, then stepped forward and charged.

nEvery one of them was a cultivator, and they were vicious characters who fought and slaughtered on the regular. They were no mere fledgling hoodlums.

nWhen all of them charged at once, they were like a swarm of hungry crocodiles!

nTheir ferocious momentum alone left Wen Lingxue, Nie Teng, and the girls watching with bated breath. Their hands and feet went cold, and their minds went blank.

nAlthough they’d started cultivating the Martial Dao at a young age, they’d never had to worry about food, clothing, or shelter, and they’d never experienced bloodshed or life and death battles.

nWhen had they ever seen anything like this? Their hearts and minds shook, effectively rooting them in place.

nThis didn’t escape Su Yi’s notice.?Later on, I’ll have to find a chance to train Lingxue. Cultivating the Martial Dao isn’t just a matter of sitting and meditating. Tempering your mind, courage, and bearing is necessary too.

nDespite his predicament, he was as calm as ever, neither anxious nor flustered. Only when his foes drew near did Su Yi take a step forward. His palm swung out.

nWhap!

nIt looked like a casual slap, but the guard at the front of the pack felt as if he’d collided with a mountain. The blow sent him flying, destroying an elegant pearwood chair.

nHe didn’t give them any chance to react. Before they knew what was happening, Su Yi advanced. With every step he took, he sent a guard flying.

nOne slammed into the wall, snapping his bones.

nOne collided with the table, leaving him drenched in soup and covered in food.

nOne was slapped so hard, he fell over backward, frothing at the mouth….

nBy Su Yi’s seventh step, the private dining room was in ruins, and the guards all lay slumped on the ground.

nAll sorts of agonized cries and groans rose into the air.

nFrom beginning to end, Su Yi’s movements were simple, casual, understated waves of the hand.

n“He…. He…..” The girls stood there, dazed and tongue-tied.

nThe Su Yi they’d disregarded from the start of the banquet, the “waste” they’d disdained as a mere live-in son-in-law, was strong enough to sweep an entire group of guards?

nThis was so far beyond their expectations that they couldn’t have been any more shocked.

nNie Teng was struck dumb, too. His hair stood on end. When he recalled that, just minutes ago, he’d been wondering how best to deliver Su Yi a few good kicks, his heart shook.

nAs the guests watched in utter disbelief, Su Yi strode up to Huang Qianjun. His eyes narrowed, and his lips rose into a faint sneer. “Did you just say you wanted me dead?”

nThe entire venue fell dead silent!

nHuang Qianjun’s face alternated white and green. His emotions flitted back and forth, dazed one minute and astonished the next.

nHe was clearly stunned too. He never would have guessed that all of his guards combined would be no match for Su Yi.

nSu Yi was nothing like the crippled, worthless live-in son-in-law he imagined!

nCurrently, Su Yi was but one step away. When Huang Qianjun looked into those profound, inscrutable eyes, he felt an irrepressible chill run down his spine. Terror washed over him, and he shook violently from head to toe.

nHowever, he’d been a domineering, arrogant young master for years, so he steeled himself and said, “Su Yi, even if you were far stronger than this, you’d still just be a low-status, debase, live-in son-in-law, while I’m a disciple in the Huang Family’s direct line of descent!”

nSaying that out loud boosted his courage, and his tone turned sharp and cold. “Attack if you dare. Go on! But if you do, just wait! The Huang Family will avenge me!”

nHuang Qianjun had thrown his weight around Guangling City for years. This was fundamentally due to his family background; he was from the Huang Family, and his father was the current family head.

nThis was the source of his domineering pride.

nAs expected, when they heard Huang Qianjun’s threats, Wen Lingxue and Nie Teng’s hearts sank. They’d only just realized how serious the repercussions of this incident would be.

nHowever, Su Yi only laughed. “Are you threatening me?”

nHis hand suddenly shot out, grabbing Huang Qianjun by the throat and lifting him into the air. He whispered, “If you’ve got the guts, keep talking. See for yourself if I dare kill you or not.”

nThe stranglehold on Huang Qianjun’s neck was agonizing, and his face flushed red and purple. As Su Yi exerted pressure through his fingers, Huang Qianjun could clearly sense himself growing dizzy. His vision was going black. Before long, he’d be on the verge of death.

nA powerful, instinctive will to live stimulated him, and he struggled madly, but it was useless. From the onlookers’ perspective, he seemed like a captured grasshopper, his life and death up to a moment’s whim!

nIs Su Yi really going to kill him??This thought suddenly occurred to Wen Lingxue and the party guests, startling them. Without exception, their expressions changed dramatically.

n“Well? Why aren’t you saying anything?” Su Yi asked with a smile.

nHuang Qianjun’s cheeks contorted. He shook and flailed, but he nevertheless clenched his teeth, too scared to speak. His eyes brimmed over with deep terror.

nIn all his years of life, this was the first time he’d felt death so close at hand. He felt as if were on the verge of breaking down.

nSuddenly, Su Yi’s nostrils flared and his brow furrowed.

nThud!

nHe tossed Huang Qianjun away. When he landed, there was a puddle of yellow liquid beneath him.

nWhen they saw this, the onlookers were astonished, but they also felt the urge to laugh. Who would have guessed that a domineering, violent young master like Huang Qianjun would lose control of his bladder?

n“My friend, please stay your hand!” Suddenly, they heard a voice from outside the private dining room.

nA man in brocade robes rushed inside, then cupped his fist in greeting. “My name is Yue Tianhe, and I’m the owner of this humble establishment. Please do me a favor and let Young Master Huang go.”

nYue Tianhe!

nWen Lingxue and Nie Teng’s pupils constricted. They’d all heard tales of the owner of the Immortal Gathering House. He was keen-eyed and profoundly capable. Moreover, his background was mysterious, and all of his guests belonged to the upper echelon of Guangling City.

nBut against all expectations, Su Yi gave Yue Tianhe no face at all!

nThey watched as Su Yi said flatly, “You were nowhere to be seen when he barged into our room and caused trouble, but now that he’s the one whose life hangs by a thread, you rush inside and ask me to stay my hand. Do you think you’re just that worthy of my respect? Or…. Do you think I’m a pushover?”

nHis tone were casual, but his attitude was incomparably firm.

nYue Tianhe was visibly startled. It had likely never occurred to him that the Wen Family’s live-in son-in-law would refuse to give?him?face.

nHis gaze flicked imperceptibly to Huang Qianjun and the others sprawled on the floor. He instantly grew serious. “Young Lord Su, you’re right to chastise me. I’m to blame for arriving so late. Had I come earlier, this never would have happened. I humbly request your understanding. I’ll be sure to find an opportunity to pay you a visit and apologize.”

nWith that, he bowed respectfully.

nWen Lingxue, Nie Teng, and the others were completely dazed.

nSomeone of Yue Tianhe’s status had no need to be so humble! His meek response left them a bit bewildered.

nSu Yi shook his head. “There’s no need to apologize. After all, this incident had nothing to do with you. That said, if you’ll forgive me for putting such ugly words out in the open, if you really get involved, you’ll only invite disaster.”

nYue Tianhe’s pupils instantly constricted, as if seeing Su Yi for the first time. He couldn’t believe the Su Yi before him was the same person as the Wen Family’s live-in son-in-law everyone made fun of.

nThe rumors were wrong!?Yue Tianhe had seen his fair share of wind and rain, and he made this judgment instantaneously.

nMeanwhile, Su Yi’s gaze returned to Huang Qianjun. “I, Su Yi, have always made my feelings clear, so I’ll give it to you straight. I’ll give you the chance to get revenge, but if you take it, you’ll have to bear the consequences. Think it over and decide for yourself.”

nWith that, he turned to the nearby Wen Lingxue, smiled, and waved her over. “Lingxue, let’s go.”

nThe series of shocking events she’d just witnessed left Wen Lingxue in a daze. She instinctively responded, “Okay,” then hurried to Su Yi’s side.

nSu Yi then turned to Nie Teng and the girls. “Everyone, do you plan to remain here?”

nThey were still immersed in shocked confusion. They looked at each other, but there was no way they’d stick around! They immediately got up and followed Su Yi out the door.

nYue Tianhe made no efforts to stop them. It was only when they disappeared from view that he let out a long sigh. “The former Sword Chief of Blueriver Sword Manor’s outer sect sure lives up to his reputation. Everyone in Guangling City is underestimating him to an enormous degree….”

n“Uncle Yue, you’re my father’s old friend. Don’t you see how badly he bullied me? Why didn’t you try to stop him?” Huang Qianjun was already back on his feet. His face was terrifyingly ashen.

nFool!?Yue Tianhe inwardly cursed him, but out loud, he merely grimaced. “My dear nephew, I dare not bring such trouble upon myself. If you want to resolve this, I suggest you take it up with your father.”

nIt was just as Su Yi said; getting involved in this was like casting oneself into the flames!

n“Uncle Yue, I never realized you were such a coward. You don’t even dare offend the Wen Family’s live-in son-in-law? Forget everything I said earlier!” With one final remark, Huang Qianjun stormed through the door without so much as stopping to consider his guards.

nYue Tianhe made no attempts to keep him. He sneered derisively.?This silkpants has been spoiled rotten. Without his father’s protection, who knows how many times he’d’ve gotten himself killed by now?

nWen Lingxue has the entire Wen Family backing her, while Nie Teng’s father is the captain of the City Lord’s guards. The others are intertwined with various sects and factions too. I’d have to be a real dunderhead to get mixed up in all this! 𝓫𝓭𝓸𝓋𝓁．𝓬𝓸𝓂

nYue Tianhe’s gaze then swept across the heavily wounded Huang Family guards, doubt rising in his heart.

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