143: Chapter 143 A Potential Alchemist

In fact, Su Xuanming had already been handling many Family affairs for a long time, including hosting visitors.

However, the nominal Family Head was still Su Yang, as the official handover had not yet taken place.

After many years of training, Su Yang believed that the position of Family Head could now be handed over to Su Xuanming, while his own external identity would be the Clan Chief of the Su Family.

As the Family continued to grow, it would be better to separate the functions of the Clan Chief and the Family Head.

The Family Head would coordinate and handle daily complex affairs, while the Clan Chief would focus on core decision-making, exercising final say only on major matters concerning the Family's development.

This was an inevitable path for any large Family.

If Su Yang remained the Family Head for a long time but did not participate in external negotiations, it would seem like he did not value their partners, thus affecting the Family's business collaborations.

By passing the position of Family Head to Su Xuanming and having him handle external relations, partners would feel the Su Family's respect.

The Cultivation World was not just about fighting and killing; it also involved the ways of the world and human relationships.

"Dad, is the position of Family Head being passed on so casually? Aren't we going to hold a Family Head Banquet or something?"

Su Xuanming joked.

No one present was surprised by the transfer of the Family Head position.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the most suitable person in the entire Su Family to be the Family Head was Su Xuanming.

Even Su Yang, who founded the Su Family, was not as keen on socializing as Su Xuanming.

"Organize one for yourself, so the major factions know the Family Head has changed."

Su Yang waved his hand, having no interest in such ceremonial banquets. He would just show his face when the time came. From now on, in the eyes of outsiders, he would be an old geezer at the Late Stage of Qi Refining beginning to enjoy his retirement.

He was already fifty-six and only at the Seventh Layer of Qi Refining. If he didn't retire, did he really want to try for a late-age Foundation Establishment? Not everyone could succeed at a late-age Foundation Establishment like Cheng Yue!

"Dad, how about we have a spar?"

Su Xuanheng arrived with his sword, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

Ever since seeing his father's Sword Qi Transformation into Rainbow inside the Secret Realm, he couldn't suppress the urge to spar.

He had always thought he was the one with the best talent for the Dao of the Sword in the Family, never expecting his father to have quietly surpassed him.

Even now, he couldn't perform the Sword Qi Transformation into Rainbow, so he wanted his father to give him some pointers.

"Me too!"

Su Xuanxiao was also itching to try. After a period of research, he had mastered the use of Yin Lightning and wanted to take this chance to test it out.

Seeing this, Xuan Jing joined in the fun: "Count me in!"

Su Yang glared at his children, "Why don't you go spar with Elder Song?"

"Elder Song's methods are too singular; we've sparred with him too many times and want to try something new," Su Xuanxiao admitted with a smile.

"Fine, fine, fine!"

Su Yang feigned anger and said, "So all of you are treating your father as 'something new,' eh? Fine, let's all go to the inner courtyard martial arts arena, and I'll give you all a proper lesson!"

Upon arriving at the martial arts arena, Su Xuanheng was the first to attack.

His Flying Sword Transformation into Rainbow tore through the sky, and a dazzling sword light condensed into the outline of a sun, slashing straight down.

Su Yang suppressed his cultivation to the same realm as Su Xuanheng and casually blocked with his sword horizontally. Sparks flew amidst the clanging of metal, and the ground cracked in response.

"Did you not eat? Why is it so weak and powerless?"

Su Yang teased with a smile. Immediately after, his spiritual power jolted, and Sword Qi slashed out like a long rainbow. The terrifying pressure of the Sword Qi forced Su Xuanheng back with a muffled groan.

In the blink of an eye, Su Xuanxiao closed in, accompanied by thunder, his lightning spear thrusting straight for the heart with the force of ten thousand catties.

Su Yang spun and swung his sword to intercept. At the moment the spear and sword met, the lightning spear suddenly erupted with a flow of pitch-black mud.

"This is..."

Su Yang's eyes narrowed slightly as he said with interest, "This must be your Yin Lightning? It's like a mudslide; does it really have any killing power?"

As his voice fell, his sleeves fluttered, and an earth-element Spell rose. An earth shield emerged from the ground, swallowing all the Yin Lightning. With a backhand push, a mud ball wrapped in lightning crashed toward Xuan Jing.

"Talismans transform into all things, command the spirits to return to form!"

Xuan Jing's slender fingers tapped the air, her clear shout echoing through the field.

Red-gold runes actually condensed in mid-air, forming a golden Talisman out of thin air. Dark iron chains as thick as a bowl's opening shot out from the Talisman like golden pythons, forcibly binding the mud ball in mid-air.

"Dad, your goading tactics are too old-fashioned, just as old as you are."

Xuan Jing's jade-like hand swept through the air, and multiple Talismans suddenly formed in front of her, which she pressed down lightly.

The Talismans all stuck to the mud ball, which then smashed back toward Su Yang, exploding violently mid-way.

In an instant, dust flew and lightning flashed!

At the same time, Su Xuanheng attacked from the left, once again slashing out the outline of a sun. Su Xuanxiao blocked his right side, his body surrounded by the white light of Yang Lightning, while the ground gushed with Yin Lightning that looked like black mud.

The moment the mud ball exploded, a large number of vines, like octopus tentacles, surged forward, carrying the rampaging Yin Lightning.

Su Yang laughed loudly, not angry at all but rather full of interest.

His sleeves fluttered as he made a stroke with his long sword in the air.

In an instant, thousands of sharp Sword Qi strands were born, like threads and silks, crisscrossing to weave an airtight sword net in mid-air!

The four figures interlaced under the radiance of Daoist arts, their silhouettes leaping up, passing through spring, summer, autumn, and winter...

In this year, Su Xuanming's second child was born. It was a boy named Su Xinrui, in the hope that he would be bright and wise.

Su Yang saw on the Family tree that although this child had no Spiritual Root, he possessed the Fate [Herbaceous Telepathy], making him a natural talent for Alchemy.

Without hesitation, he bestowed the final Fate on the Family tree, [Nine Revolutions Pill Heart], onto Su Xinrui.

With this, the Fates for the first and second generations of the Su Family were all bestowed.

Also in this year, the Qingyuan Cultivators who had been forcibly conscripted returned...

The Qingyuan Market was filled with depression and deathly silence; the number of those who returned had drastically decreased by more than half.

The five Foundation Establishment Cultivators all returned alive, but the elites of their families suffered heavy losses. Their expressions were very ugly, with none of the joy of returning home.

Su Yang stood on the top floor of the Drunken Immortal Tower, looking down with a faint smile on his face.

An Ziyao, who had been sent to gather information, walked up from behind and reported respectfully, "Clan Chief, the information has been gathered."

"Jiang Wuyu and the others were conscripted to Zeyang County. With the help of the Cultivators from various major factions, Great Wei narrowly defeated Great Qi."

"Although Jiang Wuyu and the others survived, the merits they earned were meager, far from enough to compensate for the price of their companions' sacrifices."

The five Foundation Establishment Factions of Qingyuan Market appeared powerful on the surface, but in reality, they were just five ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivators leading a group of ordinary Qi Refining Cultivators.

When facing top-tier Prodigies or the demonic Cultivators of Great Qi, what Jiang Wuyu and the others had to do was not kill enemies to earn merit, but try every possible means to stay alive.

Going to the battlefield with their level of strength, they were purely cannon fodder.

The Great Wei army was also aware of this, and what they needed was precisely cannon fodder. Otherwise, why go to the trouble of intercepting them halfway? Was it because they coveted their weak strength at the same realm?

"Clan Chief Jiang, long time no see! And Chairman Xu, I hope you've been well!"

Su Yang stood on the top floor, waving and shouting, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Seeing Su Yang smiling happily, full of energy, and wearing clean, neat robes, Jiang Wuyu's entire face contorted.