123: Chapter 123 Because, I am a member of the Su family.

Qingyang Town, Su Family backyard.

Under the cover of the Formation's light screen, two figures moved with lightning speed, spiritual light surging.

Su Chengyuan performed a sword hand seal, and the high-grade magic tool, the azure dragon sword, transformed into a streak of green lightning, flying up and down around Su Cheng, its Sword Qi chilling.

The second-tier Spell, "Vine Snake Entanglement Technique," was also quite well-practiced; arm-thick green vines continuously erupted from the ground, coiling toward Su Cheng's ankles like venomous snakes.

Facing his father's fierce offensive, Su Cheng appeared to handle it with ease.

He neither controlled a Magical Artifact nor cast any profound Spells; he simply used his fingers as a sword, with a wisp of pale green spiritual power swirling at his fingertips.

"Father, watch out, I'm going to attack."

Before his voice faded, he lightly tapped forward with his fingertip.

It was such a simple tap, yet it struck later but arrived first, precisely hitting the spine of the azure dragon sword.

Ding!

With a crisp metallic clang, the azure dragon sword let out a mournful cry, the spiritual light on its blade dimming as it flew back.

Seeing this, Su Chengyuan was not surprised but instead felt his Battle Intent surge.

"Good lad! Take another move of mine, 'Yimu Divine Thunder'!"

He formed hand seals with both hands, and a bolt of lightning, green with a hint of purple, condensed in his palm, emitting an explosive vitality.

Seeing this, Su Cheng merely smiled, neither dodging nor evading.

He lightly stomped his foot, and the dao foundation furnace within his Dantian vibrated slightly, as a more refined and majestic creation spirit liquid flowed out.

A cluster of even more brilliant green lightning emerged in his palm.

Boom!

The two divine thunders collided in mid-air with a loud boom; the moment Su Chengyuan's lightning touched Su Cheng's, it was swallowed up completely.

He looked at his son, his face full of helplessness.

"I'm done, I'm done." Su Chengyuan put away his Flying Sword and shook his head. "You brat, you're practically a monster. Your spiritual power is incredibly thick, and that green lightning is overbearing; my Qingyuan Sword Qi disperses as soon as it touches it."

Su Cheng smiled and dispersed the lightning at his fingertips.

This was a Spell revealed by the Qiankun Creation Art after his Foundation Establishment: Azure Wood Thunder Blast. (The Qiankun Creation Art itself has no attribute distinctions.)

This thunder did not focus on destruction but specifically broke all laws, having a powerful neutralizing effect on all kinds of spiritual power shields and Spells.

The father and son called it a spar, but it was actually Su Chengyuan being beat up one-sidedly.

The creation spirit liquid produced by Su Cheng's dao foundation furnace far surpassed other Cultivators of the same rank in both quality and quantity, even being more robust than that of an ordinary Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

"Father's sword art is already very proficient; it just lacks the tempering of actual combat," Su Cheng comforted.

"Fighting a Prodigy like you, no amount of tempering is useful." Su Chengyuan waved his hand and sat down at a nearby stone table, pouring himself a cup of tea. "Let's not talk about that. Has the war over at the Prefecture City really come to such a standstill?"

Su Cheng also sat down and said, "A stalemate is inevitable. Both sides have lost many people and are truly enraged; neither is willing to retreat first."

But at the level of Golden Core True Persons, every one of them treasures their life; no one wants to sacrifice themselves for the Sect. I suspect they will sit down to talk very soon." (This was outdated information.)

"Talk? With so many dead, can they still talk?" Su Chengyuan was somewhat puzzled.

"Why not?" Su Cheng's tone was calm; whether in his past or present life, one thing remained constant: "War is for profit, not for spite."

When the cost of death exceeds the potential gains, negotiation becomes the only choice.

Just watch, within five days they will cease hostilities and then start discussing how to carve up the fat prize that is the Blazing Fire Sect.

Listening to his son's analysis, a chill rose in Su Chengyuan's heart.

"What about the massacre of the county towns under the Blazing Fire Sect's jurisdiction..." Su Chengyuan asked again, his tone carrying a hint of pity.

This news was passed to him yesterday by the Zhenpin Pavilion.

"Such demonic cultivation methods were certainly the work of people sent by the Black Rock Palace, likely intended to force the Qinghe Prefecture Allied Forces to split their forces to provide reinforcements. Unfortunately, the higher-ups of those Sects in Qinghe Prefecture are even more ruthless than they thought; they are completely unmoved."

Su Cheng drained his tea in one gulp and said in a flat voice, "Father, the cultivation world is just like this. To those high and mighty Cultivators, the lives of Mortals are no different from ants. All we can do is guard our own small patch of land."

Just then, Su Cheng's brow twitched slightly as he turned his gaze toward a direction thirty miles outside of Qingyang Town.

"Hmm?"

"What's wrong?" Su Chengyuan noticed his son's abnormality.

"A Foundation Establishment Cultivator is flying toward Qingyang Town." Su Cheng stood up, his expression solemn. "And they do not come with good intentions."

For the safety of the Su Family, after breaking through to Foundation Establishment, he had quietly set up several sensing formations within a thirty-mile radius of Qingyang Town.

This Formation had no offensive or defensive capabilities; its only purpose was monitoring.

Any Cultivator at or above the Foundation Establishment Stage entering the range would be sensed by him, allowing him to prepare in advance.

He hadn't expected it to actually come in handy today.

Su Chengyuan's face changed. "Which side are they from? At a time like this, why would a Foundation Establishment Cultivator come to our remote place?"

"We'll know once we go and see." Su Cheng stood up. "Father, don't be nervous; this is our territory. It's just one Foundation Establishment Cultivator; they won't be able to cause much trouble."

The father and son's figures blurred as they silently left the Su Family, heading toward the direction where the aura was coming from.

Twenty miles outside of Qingyang Town, above a dense forest.

A demonic Cultivator wearing a black robe and a hood was traveling rapidly on a tool; he had just bathed the Wang Family in blood and plundered their century-old savings, so he was in a good mood.

That old fellow from the Wang Family provided an interesting piece of information at the end to save his life.

A High-Grade Spiritual Root, a Genius who reached Foundation Establishment in less than ten years?

He snorted in disdain. What was a High-Grade Spiritual Root? Which of the Core Disciples of their Black Rock Palace wasn't a High-Grade Spiritual Root?

But reaching Foundation Establishment in ten years was indeed a bit exaggerated; most likely, he had obtained some great Opportunity.

"It's on the way, so I'll go take a look. If there really is some treasure, I will graciously accept it." He licked his lips, greed flashing in his eyes.

But before he could continue his fantasy, two figures rose into the air from the forest ahead, blocking his path.

"Hmm?" The demonic Cultivator stopped, looking at the two people in front of him with some surprise.

Since they could fly on tools, they were certainly in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Two of them? This made the demonic Cultivator wary.

He restrained his Killing Intent slightly and asked, "Fellow Daoists, what business do you have blocking my way?"

The young man in the lead did not answer his question but instead asked, "Your Excellency is in such a hurry; where are you headed?"

The demonic Cultivator frowned, feeling somewhat displeased.

However, not knowing the other party's situation, he patiently said, "To the Su Family of Qingyang Town, to handle a small matter."

The young man nodded and asked again, "The Su Family? From where did Your Excellency learn about the Su Family?"

"The Wang Family of Qinghe County." The demonic Cultivator's patience was wearing thin, and a hint of impatience crept into his voice.

"Oh, the Wang Family." The young man seemed to recall something and said leisurely, "You killed everyone in the Wang Family?"

The demonic Cultivator's pupils shrank suddenly, and the Killing Intent on his body could no longer be suppressed as he stared fixedly at the young man. "How do you know?!"

The young man spread his hands, his expression indifferent. "Because, I am a member of the Su Family."

Upon hearing this, the demonic Cultivator was momentarily stunned, then began to cackle weirdly.