102: Chapter 102 No Need for an Old Father

Huang Chen grinned, the group of useless people behind him having been completely slaughtered.

Looking at Su Xuanheng and the others gradually approaching, he felt like an idiot, especially when he saw Song Baiqing, who was at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

How could this be the foundation of an Eighth-Rank Qi Refining Family? It would probably be considered outstanding even among Seventh-Rank Families!

"You won't have a good end for killing Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples."

Huang Chen sneered, showing neither the posture of a loser nor fear or retreat from death.

"You don't need to worry about what our end will be."

Wei Yan pointed her sword at Huang Chen: "Shall I do it, or will you end yourself?"

"Hehe!" Huang Chen scoffed upon hearing this: "How truly boring..."

Pfft!

Suddenly, a long sword pierced through Huang Chen's back of the head to his glabella. His eyes widened, unable to believe that the Su Family wouldn't even let him finish his last words.

Su Xuanheng kicked Huang Chen in the back, then cleanly drew out his sword.

The last bit of light in Huang Chen's eyes quickly dimmed. His body, as if all bones had been removed, collapsed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Wei Yan was stunned for a moment, then gave a wry smile and shook her head. Her husband truly maintained his usual style, acting decisively and not wasting any words with the opponent.

"Xuanming, what do we do next?" Su Xuanheng asked with a solemn expression.

They had killed Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples, which meant they were in big trouble. If not handled properly, the Wan Jian Sect could exterminate their Family.

There was no need for a Golden Core Cultivator to act; simply sending a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator could wipe out the entire Su Family!

A Qi Refining Family daring to provoke a Golden Core power was a rare occurrence in the entire Cultivation Realm, seen only once in a thousand years!

Su Xuanjing and the others gathered around, all with serious expressions, and the atmosphere was heavy.

"Do we need to ask Father for instructions?" Su Xuanxiao was the first to speak.

"Father is in seclusion. How can such a small matter disturb him?"

Su Xuanming shook his head. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples have life lamps. Their deaths have already been known by the Wan Jian Sect."

His gaze turned to Su Xuanxiao. "Fourth Younger Brother, immediately use Puppetry Art to control these corpses. You will disguise yourself as the devil Cultivator from just now, being righteously driven out of the Su Family by the Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples, and pursue them all the way out of Qingyuan Market."

"Make as much commotion as possible, but avoid those Foundation Establishment powers. After ensuring no one is around, destroy the bodies and erase all traces, then use the Puppet Substitution Technique to cleanse all Qi imprints."

After speaking, Su Xuanming's gaze turned to Su Xuanheng, Wei Yan, and An Ziyao.

"The same goes for you. Immediately use the Puppet Substitution Technique to sever all Qi marks."

No one knew whether the Huang Family of the Wan Jian Sect had tracking Spells, but by severing all Qi and fate, they could eliminate the risk from its source.

Su Xuanming then called Ruan Ning over: "A'Ning, you will cooperate with Fourth Younger Brother, pretending to be heavily injured and chasing out of the Su Family's ancestral land. Remember to loudly thank the Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples for coming to help."

Su Xuanheng and the others were not good at acting. Too deliberate a performance would expose flaws and arouse suspicion.

Therefore, this task needed to be handed to Ruan Ning, who often dealt with outsiders.

For the Su Family to completely dissociate themselves, besides cleansing their own Karma, they also needed everyone in Qingyuan Market to know.

A devil Cultivator broke into the Su Family, Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples came to help, and after a fierce battle, many in the Su Family were severely injured, and the devil Cultivator fled.

The Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples pursued the devil Cultivator all the way, and their whereabouts became unknown!

Su Xuanming did not intend to fake the death location of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples, but rather to directly erase their traces, leaving no bodies behind.

This way, the Wan Jian Sect would only know the approximate time of their Disciples' deaths.

And at this approximate time, everyone in Qingyuan Market saw the Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples chasing the devil Cultivator, but no one knew how they died.

The Wan Jian Sect would now suspect the Su Family, but no matter how they deduced, the deaths of these people had no Karma with the Su Family.

The only possible flaw in this plan was if the Wan Jian Sect possessed extremely powerful tracking Spells.

For this, Su Xuanming specifically asked Wei Yan, and the answer he received was that the Wan Jian Sect did not have such Spells; the Wan Jian Sect's Legacy was only sword techniques.

As the Huang Family, one of the peaks of the Wan Jian Sect, the types of Dao Spells they mastered were almost identical to the Sect's. Based on Wei Yan's understanding of them, the Huang Family was not proficient in tracking or deduction-type Dao Spells.

After confirming the plan had no flaws, bursts of booming sounds erupted from within the Su Family's ancestral land.

Then, a stern shout came from the Su Family: "Devil Head, where do you think you're going?!"

The black-robed figure, played by Su Xuanxiao, fled in disarray, with Huang Chen and the other Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples behind him, furiously enraged and full of Aura.

Ruan Ning's face was pale. After chasing out of the ancestral land, she couldn't keep up due to her severe injuries. She could only bow with cupped hands in the direction the Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples had left, her clear and resonant voice spreading in all directions.

"Many thanks to the Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples for your assistance! The Su Family is eternally grateful!"

Her words did not receive a response from the Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples, but they were clearly heard by the surrounding people, causing many to come out and investigate the situation.

...

Above the canopy of a towering ancient tree, Su Yang stood like a solitary pine at the very top.

He held three withered yellow old papers between his fingers, his gaze calmly piercing through the branches and leaves, cast towards the drama unfolding in the ancestral land below.

Just then, a graceful figure quietly appeared, as if condensed from moonlight, and landed steadily beside him.

Qin Jiangmei's voice was soft yet carried a hint of imperceptible meaning, drifting into his ear: "You just... watched them kill the Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples?"

"Otherwise?"

Su Yang smiled slightly, completely devoid of the tension one would expect from offending the Wan Jian Sect.

He had been startled out of his seclusion when the devil Cultivator broke into the Su Family's inner courtyard and was suppressed by Su Xuanxiao and others.

Cultivators entering seclusion merely wished to avoid trivial matters, not to be completely ignorant of the outside world.

How could he have been unaware of such a commotion in the inner courtyard?

"The Su Family does not actively provoke others, but that does not mean we should swallow our anger."

Su Yang said indifferently, "The Wan Jian Sect wanted to seize something from the Su Family. Perhaps handing it over could have avoided this battle, but one retreat would lead to countless retreats, and the Family would never be able to hold its head high again."

At this, a faint, almost imperceptible curve appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Besides, isn't Xuanming handling this quite well? The Su Family has been cleanly extracted from this situation. Even I couldn't have thought of a more thorough method."

Qin Jiangmei smiled charmingly: "I thought you would personally intervene."

"If my children can resolve something, there's no need for me, this old father, to step in."

Su Yang smiled, picking up the three yellow papers in his hand, which were fragments of the Night Roaming Divine Movement.

"This Escape Technique is good. Even if it's just Night Roaming Divine Movement, if the complete volume can be obtained, it would greatly enhance my children's survival capabilities."

He had examined the fragmented content on the three papers.

If the Night Roaming Divine Movement was divided into ten pages, then these three pages in his hand were not the continuous first three, but rather three scattered ones, such as one, five, nine, or two, seven, ten.

The content was not continuous, which led the black-robed person to mistakenly cultivate three different escape effects: one was to merge into darkness and flee, the second was to transform into a black mist and suddenly accelerate, and the third was to split into numerous afterimages.

Based on Su Yang's experience, all three of these escape effects were likely practiced incorrectly.

"I just wonder..."

Su Yang thought to himself, "With my Heaven Rewards the Diligent ability, can I deduce the complete Night Roaming Divine Movement from these three fragments?"