395: Chapter 395 The Landscape Opens Up! More Money Required!

The Eighteenth Ancestor stared at Su Chen.

His tone was filled with grief and indignation, as if Su Chen had just uttered some Heaven-Defying words of betrayal against his masters and ancestors.

"Do you really think this is just five marriages?"

"No! This is far more than just marriages!"

"This is the Su Family's hope for a desperate comeback in the Immortal Realm!"

"It is the only opportunity for our Xuan Yuan Lineage to return to glory!"

The Eighteenth Ancestor's voice suddenly rose.

He was passionate, like a pyramid scheme Great Master brainwashing his followers.

His soaring words were deafening and thought-provoking.

"Think about it!"

He counted on his fingers, calculating this "big account" for Su Chen.

Every word seemed gilded with endless temptation.

"What stands behind those five Fairies?"

"Five Dao Orthodoxies with legacies spanning billions of years and unfathomable foundations!"

"Any one of those orthodoxies is ten thousand times, billions of times stronger than that bullshit Xuantian Immortal Sect!"

"As long as you can win over one of them, you can gain a foothold in the Immortal Domain, or even soar to the sky!"

"If you can win over all five of them..."

At this point, a terrifying light erupted in the Eighteenth Ancestor's eyes.

He was flushed with excitement, spit flying everywhere.

He looked as if he wanted to swallow Su Chen whole.

Su Chen felt a chill down his spine.

"Then the entire Immortal Domain will be your backyard!"

"Whoever dares to be dissatisfied, just trample them!"

"At that time, will you still be afraid of not being able to save your wives?"

"With just one word, those supreme fathers-in-Law could lead billions of immortals and gods to help you trample the Netherworld!"

"Netherworld Laws, Upper Realm Heavenly Laws, all will be stepped under your feet!"

"Chener! Vision!"

"You need to open up your vision!"

"This is a feat that will bring honor to our ancestors and leave a name for eternity!"

The Eighteenth Ancestor grabbed Su Chen's shoulders and shook him crazily.

Saliva flew in all directions.

He was trying to forcibly instill his "grand blueprint," along with countless beautiful fantasies, into Su Chen's mind.

Su Chen only felt dizzy.

His head was buzzing.

Even his stomach was churning.

He suppressed the urge to vomit and tried to break free, but he found the Old Ancestor's hands were like iron clamps.

Holding him tightly.

He was unable to move.

However, as the grand blueprint in the Old Ancestor's mouth continued to unfold...

The pie this old man was painting was big and round.

Damn... it was actually a bit tempting!

[Supreme fathers-in-Law?]

[Leading billions of immortals and gods to help me trample the Netherworld?]

[It sounds... quite exciting.]

[If this is true, wouldn't finding my wives be easy? I wouldn't even need to act myself?]

Su Chen's heart wavered uncontrollably.

But in the next moment, he thought of that terrifying asura field.

He instantly sobered up.

Cold sweat poured down.

[No, no! This pie is poisonous! Eating it will kill me!]

[Five bowls of poison—drinking them would leave nothing left of me!]

[This old man is just brainwashing me!]

[He wants me to sacrifice my looks for the Family and eat soft rice!]

[I, Su Chen, a seven-foot tall man, how could I... eat soft rice?!]

[This is a huge insult to my pure character!]

The reservedness in his heart almost made him jump.

But before the thought could settle, the familiar faces of Liu Ruyan, Ye Linghan, and Ling Qingzhu flashed inopportunely in his mind.

They were either enchanting, cold and elegant, or ethereally pure.

Now, they were all imprisoned.

At the thought of them, the "toughness" in Su Chen's heart mostly dissipated.

He thought carefully.

Eating soft rice... didn't seem that bad?

Eating soft rice by one's own ability is called talent!

Besides, the old man was right; as long as he could save his wives.

Never mind eating soft rice, even if he had to work like a beast of burden, he would accept it!

This wasn't just for the Family.

It was for his poor, innocent "wives" who were still waiting for him to save them!

In this moment, Su Chen's mentality underwent a drastic change.

A coolness surged into his chest, forcibly suppressing the last trace of struggle and resistance.

He looked up at the Eighteenth Ancestor.

His face showed an unprecedented expression of tragic heroism, full of the spirit of fearless sacrifice.

"I understand, Old Ancestor."

Su Chen's dizziness gradually subsided.

He slowly raised his head, an unprecedented determination flashing in his eyes.

His voice was raspy, as if he had made a tragic decision.

He clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned white.

"For the glory of the Family..."

"For my poor wives who are in danger and waiting for me to return!"

He paused for a moment, his tone carrying the desperation of someone going all out.

"These five bowls of soft rice... I, Su Chen, will eat them!"

"Aren't they just five Immortal Domain prodigies? I, Su Chen, can handle it!"

"At worst... at worst, it'll be one asura field after another. If I die, so be it!"

Seeing Su Chen "come around" so quickly, a look of immense relief appeared on the Eighteenth Ancestor's old face.

Deep in his eyes, an almost imperceptible flash of shrewdness passed.

He nodded with satisfaction: "Good! Good! Good! As expected of the Divine Son of my Su Family!"

"You have responsibility! You have courage!"

"I, your Old Ancestor, truly did not misjudge you!"

Su Chen looked at the old man's fox-like appearance, knowing his scheme had succeeded.

He snorted coldly in his heart.

He suppressed all the grievance and helplessness.

[Want me to work for you for free? To be hard labor for the Su Family? No way!]

[I, Su Chen, am a pure pragmatist!]

He forcibly digested this shocking news concerning his future "happiness."

And deep down, he decided to choose temporary selective amnesia.

After all, many debts don't weigh one down.

Having many wives also... cough, we'll talk about that in the future.

For now, dealing with this old fox was the priority.

He reached out his hand again, more righteously than ever before.

Palm up.

He might as well have written the word "Money" directly on it.

"Alright, Old Ancestor, that's enough ideological work."

Su Chen's gaze was like that of an old farmer inspecting his own vegetable garden.

It carried a shrewdness calculated to the extreme.

"Since you want me to eat soft rice... no, go for a marriage alliance."

"To carry out such a difficult and dangerous task that concerns the survival of the Family."

"Then my equipment, travel expenses, and logistics must be sufficient, right?"

"You can't let me go to the Immortal Domain empty-handed and penniless? That would be too pathetic!"

Su Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, flickering with a shrewd light like a bargaining fox.

"My cultivation has already reached the Great Saint Realm."

"Ordinary Spirit Stones are no different from rocks to me; I have no use for them."

"Also, if I encounter danger in the Immortal Domain, you have to give me some life-saving trump cards, right?"

"What if those five Fiancées' families have competitors, or they themselves are ruthless characters?"

He paused briefly and added another sentence.

"I can't exactly meet them empty-handed, can I?"

"That would lose the face of our Everlasting Su Family!"

"If word got out, wouldn't people laugh and say the Su Family has no one left?"

Su Chen's words were well-reasoned and perfectly logical.

They were practically airtight.

The Eighteenth Ancestor was stunned at first.

Then, looking at his serious and righteous expression.

He couldn't help pointing at him and laughing heartily.

"Hahaha! You little rascal!"

"Don't worry! I, your Old Ancestor, have already prepared everything for you!"