52: Chapter 52 The Li Family's Plot in Hong Kong? Go back and tell that old bastard, is the coffin ready?

At the alley entrance, there was a deathly silence.

Only that flickering street lamp emitted a "buzzing" sound of electricity.

Great Immortal Huang and Zhao Gang leaned against the cold wall, watching the woman in red hanging upside down from the street lamp pole, their teeth chattering.

"Gulp..."

Zhao Gang swallowed with difficulty, only to feel a warmth in his crotch; he had peed himself again.

"G-Ghost Grandma, spare me! I... I'm just an employee!"

"Shut up! You trash!"

Great Immortal Huang had seen the world, after all.

Although he was panicked, he hadn't completely broken down yet.

He bit the tip of his tongue sharply and sprayed a mouthful of essence blood onto the peach wood sword in his hand; the dim wooden sword instantly glowed with a red light.

"Prodigy! Don't think this old man is afraid of you!"

"This old man is a descendant of the Maoshan Lower Maoshan Sect. Even if I have to risk this old life today, I will act on behalf of Heaven!"

"As fast as the law! Strike!"

Great Immortal Huang roared, holding the sword with both hands.

He used all his strength to thrust at Su Qingcheng on the street lamp pole.

This sword strike condensed his decades of Cultivate, carrying a fierce Evil Qi.

However, facing this fatal blow, Su Qingcheng didn't even dodge.

She merely extended a slender, fair finger and flicked the tip of the sword lightly.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound rang out.

The peach wood sword, claimed to be made of century-old lightning-struck wood, crumbled like a biscuit, shattering into wood shavings on the ground.

"Pfft!"

Great Immortal Huang was struck as if by a heavy hammer and spat out another mouthful of blood.

He collapsed to the ground, the light in his eyes instantly dimming.

"This... how is this possible..."

He looked despairingly at the red figure slowly drifting down.

A finger to break a sword!

How could this be an ordinary vengeful ghost?

This was clearly a fierce entity about to become a Ghost King!

What kind of background did that young man named Su Yang have?!

How could he keep such a monster?!

"Act on behalf of Heaven?"

Su Qingcheng landed lightly three feet in front of Great Immortal Huang, her eyes sharpening.

"Swish!"

A bright red silk sash appeared out of thin air, strangling Great Immortal Huang's neck like a spirit snake.

"Just by relying on that broken piece of wood of yours?"

"Or by relying on those low-class little ghosts you released earlier?"

"D-Demon... Fairy, spare me! Fairy, spare me!"

Great Immortal Huang's face turned red from the strangulation, his hands desperately clawing at the red silk, completely broken.

"It is this old man who failed to recognize Mount Tai! I have offended the Fairy's presence!"

"I beg the Fairy to look at my old age and just let me go like a fart!"

"Let you go?"

Su Qingcheng sneered.

"My master said that littering is punishable."

"However..."

She changed the subject.

"If you can honestly confess who ordered you to come here, perhaps... I can let you die quickly?"

"I'll talk! I'll talk!"

Before Great Immortal Huang could open his mouth, Zhao Gang on the side scrambled to shout.

He only wanted to survive now; what business secrets, what professional ethics, to hell with all of that!

"It's the Li family from Hong Kong Island! It's Li Half-City!"

"Li Half-City?"

Su Qingcheng frowned slightly.

"Who is that?"

"He is the richest man on Hong Kong Island! The wealthiest person!"

Zhao Gang explained with a mournful face.

"Li Half-City is ninety years old this year. His body is failing, and he is looking everywhere for a way to extend his life."

"Some time ago, this old charlatan calculated that this old urban area in Jiangzhou hides a spot of Luck, an excellent treasure land for extending life."

"As long as we take this land and build a Nine Dragon Evil Qi Locking Array, he can borrow life from Heaven and live for another twenty years!"

"That's why we rushed over in such a hurry to force the demolition, but I didn't expect..."

"I didn't expect that there really is an expert here, and one even more powerful than calculated..."

"Borrow life from Heaven?"

After listening, Su Qingcheng's lips curled into a sneer of disdain.

"A mere Mortal, daring to think about Heaven-Defying to change their fate?"

"And you want to snatch my master's territory?"

"Really... like the God of Longevity eating arsenic; you're tired of living."

She waved her red sleeve, and the red silk strangling Great Immortal Huang tightened instantly, then suddenly released, throwing him to the ground.

"Since I've asked clearly, you two are no longer useful."

"No! Don't kill me! I told you everything! I told you everything!"

Zhao Gang and Great Immortal Huang were scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, desperately shrinking back.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

Su Qingcheng stretched.

"Killing you would only dirty my hands."

"However, while the death penalty can be avoided, living punishment is inevitable."

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Qingcheng's eyes suddenly turned cold, and she waved her long sleeve violently.

"Break!"

Boom!

A visible red energy burst from her sleeve.

Like an invisible heavy hammer, it slammed fiercely through the air into Great Immortal Huang's Dantian position!

"Pfft!!!"

It sounded like a balloon being stepped on and bursting.

Great Immortal Huang's eyes bulged, and he let out a pig-like scream.

His whole body curled up like a shrimp, and the wall behind him was cracked by the vibration.

"My Cultivate... My Dantian..."

The True Qi of the Mysterious Sect that he had spent his whole life to Cultivate was completely destroyed by this strike!

From now on, he would be a useless old man, worse than an average person!

"And you."

Su Qingcheng turned to look at Zhao Gang.

"Ah! Don't... don't destroy me!"

Zhao Gang covered his crotch in fear.

"Hmph, you dirty thing, I'd find it unlucky just to touch you."

Su Qingcheng frowned in disgust and flicked her finger.

Swish!

A red Evil Qi instantly drilled into Zhao Gang's forehead.

"Since you like looking at women so much, then I'll let you... only be able to look, but not eat, from now on."

"Get lost!"

"Go back and tell that Li Half-City."

"This land belongs to the Su family."

"Want to borrow life? Tell him to prepare his own coffin and come personally to beg my master!"

"Get lost!!!"

With a sharp shout, a gust of wind rose from nowhere, directly sweeping the two up and throwing them over a hundred meters away like trash, where they crashed heavily onto the curb.

...

Having dealt with these two flies, Su Qingcheng retracted all her Evil Qi.

A charming smile hung on her face once again.

Humming a little tune, she drifted back to No. 44 Courtyard.

In the courtyard.

Su Yang was enjoying a massage from Zhou Mingyue.

Seeing Su Qingcheng return, he asked casually:

"Did you handle it cleanly?"

"Reporting to Master, it's all handled."

Su Qingcheng, like a puppy seeking praise, drifted to Su Yang's side and rested her head virtually against his knee.

"It's that richest man from Hong Kong Island named Li Half-City, wanting to snatch our land to extend his life."

"this servant destroyed that old charlatan's Cultivate, and put a sterility curse on that fat man, and drove them back."

"Li Half-City?"

Upon hearing this, Su Yang not only didn't get angry, but instead grinned.

"The richest man... his home must have many treasures, right?"

"Like antiques and paintings, for example... or rare medicinal herbs?"

"It just so happens that our Spirit Gathering Array is still missing a few Magical Artifacts to suppress the array eyes."

Su Yang reached out and stroked Su Qingcheng's soft hair, as if petting a cat.

"Well done."

"For such a fat sheep that delivered itself to our door, we must shear some wool."

"If he really dares to come..."

"Then let him know that some lives cannot be bought with money."

"Alright, it's late."

Su Yang stretched, stood up, and pulled up Zhou Mingyue, who was still kneeling on the ground.

"Since the trash has been cleared, it's time for us to... do the real business."

Looking at Su Yang's ambiguous smile, Zhou Mingyue's face turned red, but she tacitly did not resist, only whispering,

"Boss... be gentle, it still hurts from yesterday..."