Chapter 27: Anyone Who Dares to Harass the Su Family Shall Die!

“Su, my young friend, you—” Zheng Yuan wanted to intervene, but it was already too late.

At this moment, the King of the Southeast was dead beyond any hope of return.

“If you’re dissatisfied, you can come at me yourself and avenge him,” Su Yifan said with a dismissive curl of his lips.

Zheng Yuan drew a deep breath, steadying his emotions. He reminded Su Yifan, “I know I am no match for you, and I would not humiliate myself.”

“But, my young friend, after you killed the King of the Southeast, those above will not let this go easily.”

At this, Su Yifan lifted his hand. The lid of the coffin not far away rose up. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the corpse of the King of the Southeast into the coffin.

With a heavy thud, the lid slammed shut.

“Those above? Are they truly that formidable?” Su Yifan’s expression suddenly turned grave. “The Wang family joined forces with others to suppress my Su family, slaughtered so many of us, and all because of a single word from the King of the Southeast—no one dared to intervene.”

“And now that I have killed the King of the Southeast, you claim those above will not spare me? Has the Xia nation rotted to such a degree?”

“My young friend, it’s not—” Zheng Yuan tried to explain, but Su Yifan cut him off with a raised hand, continuing:

“And your so-called Martial Alliance, always boasting about keeping the martial world in check—what did you do when so many of my Su family were killed?”

“If I had heard that you were involved, none of you would have survived this day either!”

With those words, Su Yifan strode out.

“Young Su—”

A crisp sound echoed. Zheng Yuan tried to give chase, but after just two steps, Su Yifan slapped him aside, sending him crashing into the wall. Fortunately, Su Yifan had not intended to kill; only a trickle of blood ran from Zheng Yuan’s mouth.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you: you’d best behave. Whoever dares to trouble the Su family—dies!” Su Yifan’s words reverberated through the residence of the King of the Southeast.

When Zheng Yuan finally came to his senses, Su Yifan had already vanished.

Rubbing his swollen cheek, Zheng Yuan gazed at the coffin and murmured, “The skies over Cloud City… are about to change.”

…

Meanwhile, the Liu family convened an emergency meeting.

In the council hall sat Liu Zhenhong, the family head, along with his two sons and granddaughter, Liu Yan.

“Dad, why did you call us here in such a hurry?” the second son, Liu Huaiqing, asked.

Liu Zhenhong, his face alight with excitement, said, “I gathered you here for two reasons.”

“The first is that my cultivation has advanced once more—I am now in the late stage of Martial Master.”

At this news, both sons and his granddaughter brightened with joy.

“This is wonderful—truly a great blessing!” said the elder son, Liu Honghao, leaping from his seat.

Waving his hand, Liu Zhenhong turned to his granddaughter. “I have Yan’er to thank for this. If not for her, it would have taken me at least another half a year to break through.”

Liu Yan, puzzled, asked, “Grandfather, what does this have to do with me?”

Then, a thought struck her. “Grandfather, do you mean those three pills?”

“Exactly,” Liu Zhenhong nodded. “After hearing from you last night about your acquaintance with the Su family’s young man, I dared to try one of those pills.”

“I only cultivated for a single night, yet I broke through an entire minor realm. Tell me, is that not thanks to you?”

At his words, Liu Yan lowered her head, recalling what Su Yifan had said the previous night. So his promise of compensation was true; the pills really were effective.

“Grandfather, aren’t you angry with him? He ruined your birthday banquet,” Liu Yan asked softly.

Liu Zhenhong burst out laughing. “If I could have more of those pills, I’d welcome him to ruin my birthday every year!”

A single pill had pushed his cultivation forward so swiftly—such a disruption was a small price to pay; he almost wished for it to happen again.

At that moment, Liu Huaiqing interjected, “Who would have thought that boy had such miraculous pills? Dad, what if we kidnapped him—”

“Watch your mouth!” Before he could finish, Liu Zhenhong cut him off sharply. “Can’t you use your head? That young man of the Su family just returned and already killed so many—do you want the Liu family to vanish from Cloud City as well?!”

Chastened, Liu Huaiqing drooped his head. “Dad, don’t be angry—I was just speaking without thinking.”

“Enough talk. Haven’t you heard that disasters come from careless words?” Liu Honghao said. “That young man from the Su family is not only powerful, but able to produce such heaven-defying pills—imagine the force behind him!”

Su Yifan had only disappeared for five years. According to what he knew, Su Yifan had not even been a martial artist when he vanished.

Which meant that in just five years, he had grown so powerful—there must be a mighty power behind him.

After his elder son’s analysis, Liu Zhenhong nodded in satisfaction. “Honghao is right. The force backing Su Yifan is not something we can afford to provoke.”

“So mind your words. If you see him in the future, show the utmost respect. You all saw what happened last night—our Liu family cannot afford to cross him!”

The events of last night were still fresh in their minds—Su Yifan’s ruthlessness and might had been plain for all to see.

He was not one to hesitate when it came to killing; the Liu family truly could not withstand such a man.

“I understand, Dad,” Liu Huaiqing said earnestly.

He had only been venting earlier—he was still young and had no intention of courting death.

At this point, Liu Yan asked, “Grandfather, you said there were two things. What’s the second?”

Liu Zhenhong’s expression turned solemn. “The second is that from today onward, our Liu Group will do everything in its power to support the Su family in business.”

The Su family had suffered years of suppression and their business had been struggling.

He wished to seize this opportunity to establish amicable relations with them.

Both Liu Honghao and Liu Huaiqing agreed with their father.

Now that the Su family had produced such a true dragon, if they could ally themselves, the future would know no bounds.

“But Dad, isn’t Su Yifan going to—” Liu Huaiqing suddenly recalled an important event scheduled for that evening, but he did not finish.

At that moment, a guard hurried in from outside.

“Patriarch, I have returned.”

“Well? What news?” Liu Zhenhong asked.

The guard saluted. “Patriarch, the King of the Southeast is dead.”

What?

The King of the Southeast… dead?

At this earth-shattering news, the council hall fell utterly silent.

Liu Zhenhong and the rest were stunned, unable to speak, shocked beyond measure.

A full five seconds passed before anyone recovered.

Liu Zhenhong’s aged face was filled with disbelief and excitement. “Tell me exactly what happened.”

“Yes, Patriarch. Here is how it happened—” The guard recounted everything in detail: how he infiltrated the residence, how Su Yifan personally killed the King of the Southeast and left the mansion—omitting not a single detail.

After hearing the tale, the Liu family members were once again deeply shaken.

They had thought they already held Su Yifan in high esteem, but had not imagined his strength was so overwhelming—he had truly killed the King of the Southeast.

Liu Yan, upon hearing Su Yifan was unharmed, felt her anxiety melt away.

She did not know why she felt this way.

They had only just met, and only seen each other a few times—so why did she worry for him…