171: Chapter 171 The Immortal Emperor Descends to Demand Justice, and the Husband-Protecting Madman Makes a Bet

Thunderclouds gathered in the sky without warning. The Immortal Qi above the Xiao Family Divine Mountain instantly stagnated, turning as heavy as lead.

Above the white marble plaza, the Void Realm tore open without any precursor. A foot wearing Nine-Dragon Golden Boots stepped out of the rift.

Following that, a magnificent figure stood tall in the air.

There were no complex light effects, only a sense of profound weight that made all things submit.

At this moment, the gravity across the entire plaza increased a hundredfold.

The expressions of the four Grand Elders hovering in mid-air changed drastically. Their bones emitted an overwhelmed cracking sound as they all landed, kneeling on one knee upon the broken floor tiles.

"Greetings, Family Head!"

The voice, like a great bell, shook away the remaining Devilish Qi in the surroundings.

The Xiao Family Immortal Emperor, Family Head.

Family Head stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze like lightning as it swept over the mess on the ground.

The collapsed Ascension Platform, the white marble tiles turned to powder, and several mangled corpses of Xiao Family direct-line Prodigies.

Finally, his gaze crossed dozens of yards and locked onto the highest point of the steps.

His precious pearl, the Xiao Family Divine Daughter Nickname, was currently clinging to a white-clothed youth with no Immortal Qi fluctuations like a docile kitten.

The youth's hand was even unscrupulously wrapped around Nickname's slender waist.

The corner of Family Head's eye twitched violently.

"Impudent."

Only two words.

Before the sound waves could rise, the Heavenly Dao Laws were the first to respond.

The invisible Immortal Emperor pressure transformed into a tangible blade, slicing through the space on the steps and heading straight for Su Yun.

This pressure was exquisitely controlled, perfectly avoiding Zi Yun, and crashed down on Su Yun like a hundred-thousand-foot-tall divine mountain.

Su Yun narrowed his dark eyes slightly.

A series of fine friction sounds came from deep within his bones.

Inside his body, the Lower Realm Heavenly Dao Origin operated frantically.

The map of mountains and rivers fully unfurled within his Dantian, channeling all of this pressure—enough to instantly crush a Profound Immortal—into the world within the painting.

The Taiyi Holy Land elites inside the scroll only felt the sky darken as their collective magical power began to flow backward.

Even with the supreme treasure to offload the force, the Immortal Emperor's pressure remained terrifying.

The steps beneath Su Yun's feet silently turned to powder, but the hand he had wrapped around Zi Yun's waist did not tremble in the slightest.

His back was straight, his chin slightly raised, as he looked directly at Family Head in mid-air.

Without any magical power fluctuations, he had stubbornly withstood the wrath of an Immortal Emperor.

"Nickname, come here," Family Head's voice sank. "What kind of Demonic Technique did this Lower Realm ant use on you?"

He had just dealt with a demonized Lin Aotian, and now a lowborn commoner who hadn't even been touched by Immortal Qi had appeared.

He would never allow his daughter to be so desecrated.

Hearing Family Head's words, Zi Yun not only did not let go, but instead grabbed Su Yun's lapel tightly, shielding him completely with her own body.

Then she looked up, her usual obedience when facing Family Head completely gone.

In those cold and aloof eyes, only undisguised madness and hostility remained.

"He is my husband," Zi Yun spoke, her voice amplified by magical power to reach the entire field.

Family Head's brows knitted into a tight knot, his heart burning with rage.

"Nonsense! A mere Mortal bone is worthy of clinging to my Xiao Family Dragon? This Emperor shall crush his Mortal frame today and search his Divine Soul!"

Before his voice had even faded, Family Head raised his right hand.

In the sky, a giant golden palm condensed from pure Immortal Dao Laws slowly took shape, blotting out the sun.

Destructive Great Dao rules flowed within the palm's lines, locking down all paths of retreat around Su Yun.

Zi Yun did not waste a single word.

A nine-colored light erupted from between her brows, and a sacred and noble ten-thousand-foot True God phantom rose from behind her.

This was the True God Origin passed down in the Xiao Family for a hundred thousand years, and it was the core that would suppress the Upper Realm's Luck for the Xiao Family's future.

Then, Zi Yun flicked her finger.

A cluster of deep blue Life Fire ignited from her fingertip, and without the slightest hesitation, she directly set fire to the hem of the True God phantom's dress.

The entire audience was horrified.

The air was instantly filled with the scorched scent of burning Origin.

The four Grand Elders suddenly looked up, crying out in terror, "Divine Daughter, you mustn't!"

"Family Head!"

Zi Yun no longer called him father, addressing him directly as Family Head.

Staring at the Immortal Emperor in mid-air, her tone was bone-chillingly cold, carrying a determination to perish together.

"If you dare touch a single hair on him, I will immediately incinerate my true spirit! I will let the Xiao Family True God Bloodline be completely severed, and let the hundred-thousand-year foundation be buried with me!"

The Life Fire scorched.

The True God phantom let out a silent wail.

Zi Yun's face instantly turned as pale as paper, and a trace of eye-catching black blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, but the obsession in her eyes grew even more intense as her hands death-gripped Su Yun's vital points.

If Su Yun lost even a single hair, she truly would drag the entire Xiao Family down with her.

Family Head's hand, suspended in mid-air, froze.

That sky-blotting golden palm stopped three zhang above Su Yun's head, the power of the Laws churning violently, yet it could no longer be pressed down even an inch.

Looking at the black blood at his daughter's mouth—which represented damage to her true spirit—his Dao Heart shook violently.

She wasn't threatening him; she was serious.

"You... you're crazy!"

Family Head's chest heaved violently, his finger pointing at Zi Yun trembling slightly.

"For a piece of trash who ascended from the Lower Realm, you would even disregard the Xiao Family?!"

Zi Yun sneered, wiping away the blood from her mouth, and was about to continue speaking.

A warm palm pressed against the back of her neck.

Su Yun gently squeezed Zi Yun's fair neck.

Zi Yun's body trembled violently, and the hostility in her eyes instantly vanished like melting ice and snow.

Her eyes turned red, and she looked back at Su Yun with a grievance-filled expression, like a child seeking comfort from an adult after causing trouble outside.

Su Yun did not look at her; instead, he reached out to push aside her shoulder that was blocking the front and took half a step forward himself.

He faced the Immortal Emperor directly.

Standing beneath that giant golden palm that could swat him into a bloody mist at any moment, a faint curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Father-in-law," Su Yun spoke, his voice not loud, but exceptionally clear in the deathly silent plaza. "Take it easy; anger is bad for the health."

Everyone around was completely stunned.

The four Grand Elders' eyes widened, looking at Su Yun as if they were looking at a madman.

A mere Mortal body, facing an Upper Realm Immortal Emperor, did not kneel and beg for mercy, nor did he tremble with fear.

Instead, he used the tone of an elder teasing a Junior to say those words.

Absurd.

An extreme sense of absurdity spread through the field. What should have been an ant kneeling to an Immortal Emperor had now become a Mortal looking down on a god.

Family Head laughed out of sheer anger, the Immortal Emperor pressure showing signs of losing control.

"What courage. Relying on Nickname protecting you, do you really think this Emperor won't dare to kill you?"

"It's not that I'm relying on her protection."

Su Yun pulled Zi Yun into his embrace, his right hand stroking the top of her head as he spoke in a tone so calm it was infuriating.

"It's that Nickname cares too much about me. If I lose even a piece of flesh, she will cry."

Zi Yun immediately cooperated by burying her face in Su Yun's chest, her hands tightly hugging his waist as she nodded vigorously, her actions humble to the extreme.

Watching this scene, the veins on Family Head's forehead bulged.

He had dominated the Upper Realm for ten thousand years and had never felt so stifled.

He couldn't strike.

He couldn't talk sense into her.

This Lower Realm youth seemed to have completely grasped his daughter's weakness, and thus the lifeblood of the Xiao Family.

"Nickname, what on earth do you see in him?" Family Head gritted his teeth.

Zi Yun poked half her head out from Su Yun's embrace, her tone switching back to a coquettish melody.

"Father, Husband's talent is unique across the ages. He controlled the Heavenly Dao in the Lower Realm and is peerless in combat. That trash Lin Aotian can't even compare to one of Husband's fingers."

"Heavenly Dao? Those broken Laws of the Lower Realm aren't worth a fart in the Upper Realm!" Family Head snorted coldly.

"Then let's make a bet."

Su Yun suddenly spoke, interrupting Family Head's anger.

Family Head looked down at him. "Are you even worthy of betting with this Emperor?"

"Three months from now, the Xiao Family Divine Mountain Grand Competition."

Su Yun met the Immortal Emperor's gaze, his tone flat as if he were stating a trivial matter.

"I won't use Nickname's protection. If I cannot trample your Xiao Family Prodigies under my feet among the same generation, I will strip my own Divine Soul and leave the Upper Realm."

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding Xiao Family Protectors and surviving Prodigies all revealed mocking, cold smiles.

A Lower Realm person who hadn't even converted his Immortal Qi wanted to defeat the Prodigies the Xiao Family had poured all their resources into raising in three months?

A pipe dream.

Family Head narrowed his eyes, staring coldly at Su Yun.

"Fine, this Emperor will give you three months, but the stakes are not enough. If you lose three months from now, Nickname must immediately enter a marriage alliance with Tianshu Palace Young Lord Ye Wuhun and never see you again."

Hearing this, a flash of violence once again crossed Zi Yun's eyes.

Just as she was about to object, Su Yun pinched her cheek.

"I accept," Su Yun nodded.

Zi Yun immediately shut her mouth obediently, once again nuzzling into Su Yun's chest, completely discarding her dignity as the Xiao Family Divine Daughter.

"Within these three months, you can only stay at the Xiao Family Divine Mountain's periphery as a Manual Laborer."

Family Head coldly threw down these words.

He was afraid that if Su Yun stayed on the main peak, he would ruin the reputation of the entire Divine Mountain.

Then, he gave Zi Yun a deep look, tore open the Void Realm with a wave of his sleeve, and turned to leave.

The terrifying giant palm and thunderclouds in the sky dissipated along with him.

The pressure vanished.

Qing Yuan quickly walked up the broken steps and respectfully handed over a pure white silk handkerchief.

Zi Yun took the handkerchief and carefully wiped away non-existent dust from Su Yun's clothes.

"Husband, you've been mistreated. What kind of thing is that Ye Wuhun? He isn't worthy of being compared to my husband."

A deep, sharp glint flashed in the depths of Su Yun's eyes.

Ye Wuhun?

He was just worrying about not having a legitimate reason to move against Tianshu Palace.

This excuse delivered to his door would be a waste not to take.

He not only wanted to win, but he also wanted to use this bet to drain Tianshu Palace of all its foundation.

"I'm not mistreated," Su Yun held Zi Yun's hand. "Let's go and see the scenery of this Upper Realm."

Zi Yun immediately revealed a sweet and obsessed smile. "I'll follow Husband's every word."

Under Qing Yuan's escort, the two walked down the Ascension Platform as if no one else were there.

They left behind a mess and many Xiao Family disciples with complex gazes.

The wind swept across the plaza.

In the shadows at the corner of the Ascension Platform, several Prodigies who had just narrowly survived Lin Aotian's hands stared fixedly at Su Yun's departing back.

"A mud-leg from the Lower Realm dares to dream of possessing the Divine Daughter?"

One of the pale-faced Brocade-Clothed Youths clenched his fists, his nails piercing his palms as blood dripped down.

"The Grand Competition? Does he think he'll even live until three months from now?" another person whispered beside him, his tone bone-chilling and filled with intense killing intent.

"Tomorrow he has to report to the handyman quarters in the periphery..." A look of resentment flashed in the Brocade-Clothed Youth's eyes. "Let's make sure his corpse ends up at Lingxiao Pavilion!"