100: Chapter 100 Netherworld Palace

Song Baiqing was a Great Qi Cultivator; not only was he familiar with the rumors of the Day and Night Roaming Divine Movement Escape Technique, but he also recognized the black-robed man as a demonic Cultivator from Great Qi.

"A demonic Cultivator!"

Su Xuanming was startled upon hearing this. "Could this be the demonic Cultivator who recently slipped into the market?"

Why would this fellow run to the Su Family?

Su Xuanming was puzzled. From the injuries on the man's body, he could infer that he had been wounded before breaking into the Su Residence.

If he was injured, shouldn't he find a safe place to hide? Why risk sneaking into the Su Residence? Was he being pursued and forced to break into the Su Residence for refuge?

Su Xuanjing glanced at the demonic Cultivator's ugly face and showed a look of disgust. "Are all demonic Cultivators this ugly? Song Baiqing, did you determine he's a Great Qi demonic Cultivator based on his looks? Are there many demonic Cultivators in your Great Qi? Do they all look like this?"

Facing the Third Young Miss's string of questions, Song Baiqing answered methodically, "There are indeed many demonic Cultivators in Great Qi, but not all of them are ugly. It's just that some Demonic Techniques affect one's appearance."

"The reason I'm certain he's a Great Qi demonic Cultivator is that his Aura is a hallmark of the Netherworld Hall's Cultivation Technique."

"The Demonic Techniques of the Netherworld Hall cause a Cultivator's body to undergo mutations. Almost all Netherworld Hall Disciples have this deformed appearance, but after reaching a certain Realm, they return to their original state and regain their normalcy."

After saying that, his knuckles suddenly tightened into a fist, his nails sinking deep into his palm, bringing a sharp sting. This pain was like a bucket of cold water, instantly dousing the sudden surge of boiling rage.

He took a deep breath and slowly loosened his fist; his knuckles appeared pale from the excessive force.

His understanding of demonic Cultivators might be limited, but the name Netherworld Hall was etched deep into his Soul, unforgettable and heart-wrenching.

The destruction of the Song Family was precisely at the hands of the Netherworld Hall!

Everyone fell into deep thought after hearing this, each with their own considerations.

Su Xuanming was pondering the reason for the demonic Cultivator's intrusion into the Su Family, Su Xuanjing was wondering why Great Qi's demonic Cultivators would collectively enter Great Wei's territory, and Su Xuanxiao was contemplating the Day and Night Roaming Divine Movement.

Su Xuanheng and Wei Yan sensed Song Baiqing's emotional fluctuations; it wasn't hard to see that beneath his calm exterior lay a deep-seated blood feud against demonic Cultivators.

At that moment, Luo Qian entered the Inner Courtyard anxiously.

The moment he saw the corpse on the ground, his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly bowed with cupped hands. "It is this subordinate's negligence. I ask the young masters and Young Miss to punish me!"

He was completely unaware that someone had slipped into the Su Residence's Inner Courtyard; he didn't even know the person had already been dealt with by the Su Family's young masters and Young Miss.

If any of the Family's descendants had been injured or killed because of this, the Head of the Su Family would definitely slaughter him!

"This matter has nothing to do with you. This person's Escape Technique is rather special and bypassed the lookouts outside."

Su Xuanming waved his hand, not intending to pursue the matter, as it was beyond the other's capability.

"Uncle Luo, what is so urgent?"

Luo Qian suddenly snapped back to reality and hurriedly said, "The Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples claim a demonic Cultivator has entered the Su Family's ancestral land. They want to enter the Su Family to eliminate the demon. They are currently being blocked by An Ziyao, but the other party seems to intend to force their way in..."

Just as he finished speaking, a thunderous roar erupted outside the Su Residence.

Red flames surged around An Ziyao, and at the critical moment, he barely managed to dodge Huang Chen's sharp Sword Qi.

That Sword Qi's momentum did not diminish, instantly severing several ancient trees. The crashing trunks smashed toward the entire spirit plant herb garden behind them.

Huang Chen snorted coldly, making a false accusation, "We, the Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples, want to come in to eliminate demons, yet you Su Family block us at every turn. Could it be that you are colluding with the demonic Cultivators?"

"Screw you, you bastard! Since you dare to force your way into the Su Family's ancestral land, then go die!"

An Ziyao was not good at debating. Facing unreasonable people, he only remembered one thing Brother Heng said: Just do it!

A sharp light flashed in the eyes of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples. Seeing Tan Meng give a secret signal, they instantly unleashed their killing moves, their ruthless sword techniques aiming straight for the vital points of the Su Family's Cultivators and Martial Artists!

"Stop!"

At the critical moment, Su Xuanming and Su Xuanheng walked out from the residence, their faces as dark as water.

In Su Xuanheng's view, there was absolutely no need to waste words with the other party. Anyone who dared to provoke the Su Family deserved to die!

But because his father had said to follow Su Xuanming's arrangements in everything, he suppressed his urge to strike.

"I am Su Xuanming. I wonder what the members of the Wan Jian Sect mean by this? Do you intend to become enemies with my Su Family?"

Su Xuanming walked to An Ziyao's side with a cold face. Seeing that he was fine, he then turned his gaze toward Huang Chen and the others.

The Wan Jian Sect was a powerful force; killing Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples would bring great trouble. Therefore, it was best for the Su Family to avoid their edge. If it truly couldn't be avoided...

"Su Xuanming? You are the president of the Su Clan Chamber of Commerce?"

Tan Meng's eyes flickered. She remembered this name; she had just bought a Spirit-Attaching Flying Sword from the Su Clan Chamber of Commerce this morning.

Could the Su Family's Spirit-Attaching Technique be with this person?

A contemptuous smile curled on Huang Chen's lips. "The Su Family is harboring demonic Cultivators. The evidence is conclusive. Do you still want to quibble?"

"I think you're specifically here to cause trouble, aren't you?"

Su Xuanjing shouted in anger, her hands on her hips.

Coming in with framed charges and slander—this wasn't the logic of a normal person. If it wasn't looking for trouble, what else could it be?

Huang Chen laughed loudly, his Late Stage Qi Refining cultivation fully revealed. He said with a majestic Aura, "Since your Su Family insists on harboring them, then we shall force our way in. Once we drag out the demonic Cultivator in public, the whole world will know your Su Family is hiding the Demonic Path!"

"No, it's more than just hiding. I see your Su Family is a demonic Cultivator stronghold! Since we've stumbled upon it today, we shall act on behalf of heaven and level this demonic den!"

Huang Chen's smile was playful, his cold voice like a poison-dipped blade stabbing toward the Su Family members.

"Today, we shall trample your Su Family's demonic nest. Not a single Soul will be left!"

As he shouted sternly, the Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples wore cruel smiles. They simultaneously drew the long swords at their waists, erupting with a startling Aura.

"Junior Brother Huang, I haven't seen you for a few years, and your ability to distort the truth has become increasingly proficient."

A woman's voice came, directly breaking the murderous atmosphere of the scene.

Su Xuanheng's expression changed slightly. "Yaner! Didn't I tell you not to come out?"

Wei Yan's figure cut through the stagnant night, her high ponytail bound tight like an ink-colored banner fluttering slightly behind her. The long sword in her hand hung at an angle, its cold tip steadily pointing toward the ground, tracing a faint silver line.

A sharp smile rose at the corners of her lips, as if moonlight had suddenly pierced through the clouds, bathing her in a gallant glow.

Huang Chen and the others were stunned.

When they clearly saw this familiar figure, they couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Senior... Senior Sister Wei!?"

Tan Meng's pupils constricted violently. This gallant heroic posture was exactly the same as years ago, and many memories flashed through her mind.

Huang Chen was stunned at first, followed by an uncontrollable surge of excitement.

"So our Senior Sister Wei was hiding here!"

He smiled hideously, finally understanding why the Su Family had been blocking them and why the residence had not been disturbed by the demonic Cultivator for so long.

It turned out that the Young Sect Master of their Wan Jian Sect was hiding in this backwater Su Family!

With the Late Stage Qi Refining Wei Yan presiding over the Su Family, how could that Devil Head cause any trouble? It was completely like a sheep entering a tiger's den; he had probably already died under this Young Sect Master's sword!

"Yaner! You..."

Su Xuanheng hesitated to speak, his expression finally turning cold.

He placed his hand on his sword hilt, looking at Huang Chen and the others as if they were a group of dead men.

Although he didn't know why his wife had come out.

But to prevent his wife's identity from being known by the higher-ups of the Wan Jian Sect, he had no choice but to kill all the Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples here!