37: Chapter 37 Blood Oath

The sound waves rolled and echoed in the ancestral hall, making one's heart feel numb.

These Su Family Disciples had all seen with their own eyes how Jiang Cheng had ground Zhao Wuji into the dirt.

In their eyes, Jiang Cheng was an Immortal, an existence that could determine the fate of the Su Family.

Jiang Cheng still had one hand in his pocket while the other carried the box. His gaze swept over the dense crowd of heads before finally landing on the Bronze Cauldron in the center of the ancestral hall.

The cauldron was filled with clear water, transparent to the bottom.

Su Wenyuan stepped forward, the smile he had at the dinner table vanishing instantly.

He straightened his back, his eyes filled with a desperate ruthlessness and the majesty of a family head.

His Aura was fully released, and his voice was as loud as a great bell.

"How has our Su Family been able to stand in Yun City for hundreds of years? It is through unity! It is through loyalty! Today, Senior is willing to give our Su Family a hand; our ancestors must be watching over us from heaven!"

"But immortal fate is not given for free!"

Su Wenyuan's gaze swept across the faces of his clansmen, and that ruthlessness made everyone's heart tremble.

"Today, right here, in front of the tablets of our ancestors, we shall swear a Blood Oath! From this day forward, the Su Family acknowledges Senior Jiang Cheng as our master! If anyone dares to have a change of heart..."

He paused, his gaze becoming fierce.

"May heaven and earth destroy them, and their Dao Heart be incinerated!"

After saying this, Su Wenyuan pressed his fingers together and sliced his index finger. A drop of blood fell into the water with a "plip," instantly blooming into a smudge of red.

"I, Su Wenyuan, swear to follow Senior to the death and never betray him!"

[Yo~ Kid, your father-in-law is even setting up a Certificate of Allegiance?]

In the Sea of Consciousness, the Old Taoist sat on a small stool, holding a handful of melon seeds.

Jiang Cheng curled his lip.

[Standard procedure. He's a professional when it comes to putting on a show.]

The four Elders followed closely, followed by the one hundred and eight Disciples.

They lined up and stepped forward one by one, slicing their fingertips and dripping their blood into the cauldron.

Not a single person hesitated; everyone's eyes held a spark of ruthlessness.

Soon, the clear water in the cauldron turned blood-red.

In the entire ancestral hall, there was no sound other than heavy breathing.

Jiang Cheng knew in his heart that from this moment on, these hundred-plus people of the Su Family were completely tied to the same boat as him.

Everyone retreated to their original positions, waiting for him to speak.

At this moment, Su Qingxue suddenly stepped out from beside Jiang Cheng, intending to go forward as well.

"Where are you going?"

Jiang Cheng grabbed her wrist.

"I'm going too."

Su Qingxue turned back, her gaze stubborn and serious; she didn't want to be left out.

"Nonsense, you don't need to."

"Why?"

Su Qingxue bit her lip indignantly, her voice kept very low.

"Aren't you afraid I'll betray you in the future? Even if you aren't, I want to prove... that I will never betray you!"

She felt that only by dripping her own blood in could she truly stand together with his people.

Jiang Cheng looked at her silly, serious expression and almost laughed in exasperation.

He leaned into her ear, his lips brushing against her earlobe, and spoke in a wickedly suggestive tone.

"Drip what? Didn't you already drip some last night?"

"..."

Su Qingxue's brain short-circuited on the spot, going completely blank.

Last night... already dripped...

This bastard! Rogue! Scoundrel!

In a place like this, in front of her father and the tablets of the Su Family ancestors, he... how could he say something so shameless!

Her face immediately began to burn, turning red from her cheeks down to her neck, terrifyingly hot.

She wanted to lift her foot and kick him hard, but looking into his eyes full of mischievous smiles, her whole body went soft, and she couldn't muster any strength.

In the end, she could only stomp her foot in shame and indignation, shake off Jiang Cheng's hand, and run back with a flushed face. She didn't dare look at him again for the life of her, cursing this bad egg ten thousand times in her heart.

Seeing his daughter's shy appearance, Su Wenyuan understood perfectly, and the wrinkles on his face bloomed with a smile.

Good! Excellent! The Immortal is asserting his sovereignty!

How could an Immortal Consort need to take a Blood Oath with subordinates?

This emotional foundation is more reliable than any Blood Oath! My Su Family's position as the Immortal Consort's family is secure!

Once everyone had drunk the blood-water, the ceremony officially ended.

Everyone's gazes converged, filled with fervor, and locked onto Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng let go of the iron box in his hand, and it hit the ground with a heavy "thud" at his feet. The loud noise made everyone's hearts skip a beat.

With one hand in his pocket, he strolled over to the large Bronze Cauldron.

He didn't look at the cauldron of blood-water but instead calmly scanned everyone present.

Those he looked at subconsciously held their breath and straightened their backs, feeling as though their little thoughts could not be hidden under that gaze.

The ancestral hall was terrifyingly quiet.

Jiang Cheng nodded.

[Alright, loyalty test passed. Next... it's time for the benefits.]

He curled his lips and glanced at the iron box at his feet.

[Today, I'll let you open your eyes and see what Immortal methods look like!]