37: Chapter 37 How about we make a bet?

Late at night, the hustle and bustle of the Su Family courtyard gradually faded away.

In the corner of the pavilion, only Su Yuan and Su Yan were still drinking and chatting.

Su Yan was dead drunk, his eyes hazy.

Beside him, Su Yuan was full of energy, grinning mischievously as he patted his shoulder:

"Brother, if I were you, I wouldn't have let her leave in the first place."

"Not let her leave? Heh..."

Su Yan gave a bitter laugh and tilted his head back to down a mouthful of strong liquor; the spiciness burned his throat, but it couldn't compare to the bitterness in his heart.

"Would that have been any use? She is a princess of the Great Zhou royal family, a golden branch and jade leaf... and I..."

"That's why you're just too honest!"

"If you really like her, just make it a done deal! Who cares if the melon was twisted off by force! You only know if it's sweet after you've eaten it!"

Su Yuan looked as if he hated that iron could not become steel, gesturing toward a nearby pavilion.

"A man should be like Brother Feng, with three wives and four concubines, sharing his love equally. What's the point of hanging yourself from a single tree?"

"With our current speed of Cultivate, your future achievements will surely shock the Southern Region and even the Central Province! By then, that so-called Third Princess of Great Zhou won't even be fit to carry your shoes!"

At this point, Su Yuan mysteriously pulled a thick picture book from his storage ring and shoved it into Su Yan's hand:

"Come on! Don't say I don't look out for you, brother. I prepared this specifically for you, considering we grew up wearing the same pair of pants. Take a look! Is there anyone you like?"

Su Yan was stunned, subconsciously flipping through a few pages, his face turning red instantly, his drunkenness fading slightly:

"This... why are these all portraits of female Cultivator from various Sect? And... these poses..."

"Nonsense! If not women, then what?"

Su Yuan sat with his legs crossed, looking like a world-weary veteran, and said earnestly:

"Brother, remember these words from your big brother. If you want to forget an old flame, there are only two things in this world that work best."

"Which two?" Su Yan asked subconsciously.

"First, that time hasn't been long enough."

Su Yuan held up two fingers and grinned mischievously:

"Second... that the new love isn't good enough!"

"Go to hell!!" Su Yan was so ashamed and angry that he slapped the picture book directly onto Su Yuan's face.

"Hey, hey! Be careful! This is a limited edition!"

Su Yuan scrambled to catch the picture book, and just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a cold breeze blow past his back.

"Jie jie jie... A good seedling, truly a good seedling."

A slightly lewd black smoke drifted from the direction where Su Feng was, instantly condensing into the phantom of a thin, withered old man behind Su Yuan.

"Kid, I observe that your bone structure is extraordinary, your Killing Intent is restrained, and this shameless nature of yours... really pleases me."

It was none other than Withered Ghost, who had become the artifact spirit for Su Feng. His eyes glowed with green light as he stared at Su Yuan:

"I am a mighty expert at the Middle Stage of Soul Transformation! If you are willing to take me as your master and accept my Blood Scripture Legacy, within a hundred years, who in this Southern Region would dare to provoke you?"

Su Yuan, who was still holding the picture book, was so startled that he almost threw it into the fire pit:

"Who?!"

Withered Ghost stood with his hands behind his back, trying his best to look like an expert, and said eerily:

"I am... the Supreme Old Ancestor of the Blood Demon Cult, Withered Ghost."

"Ghost Pants?"

Su Yuan was stunned, subconsciously glancing at the old man's lower body: "That's a pretty strange name. Can pants become spirits these days?"

"Insolent!!"

Withered Ghost's beard trembled with rage, and the pressure of a Soul Transformation expert instantly erupted, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet to freezing.

"How dare you, junior! I must teach you a lesson on behalf of my master..."

"Hmm?"

Just then, another voice, ancient yet even more vast and profound, suddenly rang out from Su Yan's ring.

Hum!

A gentle, jade-like white light floated out from the ring, transforming into the phantom of an old man with an immortal Aura.

Just a single glance caused Withered Ghost's violent Aura to melt away like ice and snow instantly, and even his Soul body began to tremble.

"Who is being insolent here?"

Nine Nether Pill Venerable glanced indifferently at Withered Ghost.

"Above... Above Soul Transformation?!"

Withered Ghost's eyes were about to pop out; that suppression from the Soul level made him feel like an ant facing a Dragon.

"What kind of monster den is this Su Family...?!"

Withered Ghost wanted to cry.

In this tiny Su Family, not only was there a perverted master, but even a random ring could pop out a big shot more terrifying than a Soul Transformation expert?

The waters of this Southern Region were just too deep!

"Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"

Withered Ghost changed his face instantly, looking ingratiating.

...

In the pavilion.

Su Feng took it all in, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

With these two most talented lads in the clan, one in the light and one in the dark, one righteous and one evil, plus the assistance of two old grandfathers, the twin pillars of the Su Family were firmly established.

Su Feng put down his wine glass, his gaze piercing through the night to look at the empty, snowy ground outside the Su Family gate, and spoke indifferently:

"Since you've come, come on in."

"Hum—"

The light curtain of the 【Nine Dragons Locking Heaven Formation】 rippled slightly, opening a gap.

A tall figure dressed in crimson gold casual clothes, without armor, pushed the door and entered.

It was the Grand Princess of Great Zhou, Wu Qin.

Having shed that decisive battle armor, she had now reined in all her sharp edges.

Moonlight spilled onto her cold, stunningly beautiful face, revealing a rare softness, along with a hint of imperceptible loneliness.

She had not brought the mighty Heavenly Dragon Guards, nor had she brought that Nascent Soul retainer; she came alone, treading through the snow.

Wu Qin looked at the Nine Dragons Locking Heaven Formation and felt it was even more terrifying than before; she also hadn't expected the concentration of Spiritual Qi inside to be this exaggerated.

She walked into the pavilion and, without being polite, sat directly across from Su Feng.

She glanced at the wine pot on the table, picked up a wine glass, poured herself a drink, and downed it in one gulp.

"Good wine."

"This wine is a special brew of the Su Family; if you drink too much, you'll black out." Su Feng smiled and reminded her kindly.

"Black out? I am a Late Golden Core Stage Cultivator!" Wu Qin rolled her eyes at Su Feng and poured two more glasses.

"You aren't stingy about the wine, are you?"

Su Feng smiled without saying a word.

Wu Qin gazed at Ying Yue'e's protruding belly, wanting to say something, but ultimately swallowed it back.

She put down her wine glass, her phoenix eyes staring straight at Su Feng, her expression complex:

"That Soul Transformation remnant Soul..."

"And the Legacy and resources from the Secret Realm are all in your hands, right?"

This was not a question, but a statement.

"Yes."

Su Feng did not hide anything and admitted it generously.

"They are all with me. Why? Is the Grand Princess here on behalf of Great Zhou to get a share?"

"If I wanted a share, I would have brought the troops of Great Zhou four months ago, instead of sitting here with you drinking in the dead of night."

Wu Qin snorted coldly, a hint of the arrogance belonging to a royal princess flashing in her eyes.

"Su Feng, listen well."

"Although I really dislike you... in the Secret Realm, if you hadn't broken the Formation at the end, I'm afraid I would have already become food for that old monster."

"In all my dealings, I am clear about gratitude and grudges, and I never owe anyone a favor."

Wu Qin took a deep breath, her tone becoming extremely serious.

"These past four months, my father, the Great Qian royal family, the Blazing Moon Sect... countless people have come to probe me about the truth of the Secret Realm. I have only claimed to have been seriously injured and unconscious, knowing nothing."

"This silence is me repaying your favor."

"From now on, our gratitude and grudges are settled!"

A trace of appreciation flashed in Su Feng's eyes.

Although this woman had a bit of a foul temper and was a bit stubborn, it had to be said that she was a principled person who did things properly.

"Since we are settled, you didn't come to find me through the snow tonight just to have a drink, did you?" Su Feng refilled her glass.

Wu Qin looked at Su Feng's calm and indifferent demeanor, and her anger flared up.

"Of course not!"

"Ying Yue'e disappeared at the same time as you, and the princes of other countries are all dead... even a fool could guess who the prime suspect is! Even without evidence, greed will make them form an alliance!"

"The royal families of the three countries—Great Qian, Great Han, and Great Sui Dynasty—have already formed a secret alliance, and the Blazing Moon Sect is fueling the flames. According to reliable intelligence, they have already issued an ultimatum to Great Qin!"

Wu Qin's voice was heavy, carrying a hint of warning:

"Although Ying Yue'e's royal brother is tough, he cannot withstand the pressure from the entire Southern Region. In two weeks at most, if Great Qin does not hand over the people, they will take action!"

"By then, Great Zhou will also be forced to join to avoid suspicion. Never mind this tiny Azure Cloud City; even the entire Great Qin will suffer a major blow!"

At this point, Wu Qin looked deeply at Su Feng.

"While the encirclement hasn't formed yet, take your family and run."

"Leave the Southern Region, go to the Northern Mountains, or go to the West Sea. As long as you are in the Southern Region for one more day, it's a dead end."

Upon hearing this, Ying Yue'e frowned, her stunningly beautiful face full of gravity.

She knew Wu Qin wasn't lying.

In recent messages from her royal brother, he had indeed mentioned that the pressure on the border had increased sharply; although her brother had been carrying it without saying anything, she could feel the oppression of a coming storm.

"Husband..." Ying Yue'e looked at Su Feng with worry.

However.

Su Feng laughed instead.

He took a small sip of wine, his voice not loud.

"Wu Qin, how about we make a bet?"

Wu Qin raised an eyebrow, puzzled: "Bet on what?"

Su Feng put down his wine glass, his tone carrying a convincing calmness and domineering air:

"Let's bet that in this Southern Region, no one can break into my Su Family territory!"

Wu Qin stood up abruptly, her face full of disbelief!