Chapter 57: The Two Old Men—What, Are You Losing Your Nerve Already?

“Kid, you dare strike Ma San-niang’s face? I’ll see you dead!” Ma San-niang roared furiously and slammed her palm against Su Yifan’s golden shield.

Seeing Ma San-niang make her move, Feng Wudao’s lips curled up slightly. He had actually wanted to take action earlier, but hesitated without others to join him. Now, with Ma San-niang leading the charge, it was the perfect opportunity.

“Everyone, that brat didn’t even acknowledge us just now—he wants to seize the Immortal Mansion’s cave for himself! Don’t you want revenge?” His words stirred the crowd instantly.

“That’s right! He humiliated us so brazenly earlier. Now’s our chance—let’s kill him together!”

“Agreed! If that’s the case, everyone, attack!”

As more voices joined, even the timid were swept along, shouting in unison. Seeing the moment was ripe, Feng Wudao declared with a deep voice, “Let’s kill him together! Once we have the key, we’ll each fight for the treasures as we see fit. Anyone who doesn’t help—don’t blame us for barring them from the Immortal Mansion’s cave!”

With that, he led the charge, fist raised, rushing straight at Su Yifan and punching the golden shield. The others, seeing this, no longer hesitated and followed right behind him.

In mere moments, nearly a hundred people surged toward Su Yifan, leaving only Dao Yuan standing apart. After much hesitation, Dao Yuan finally stepped aside. He couldn’t explain why, but he felt that even united, these people were no match for that elder. The treasures in the Immortal Mansion’s cave were alluring, but he dared not gamble with his life. Treasures could be forsaken, but without life, nothing remained. He did not want to die—there were many fallen girls still waiting for him to save them.

Meanwhile, Su Yifan looked around at the crowd densely packed before him, shook his head, and laughed. “Such innocent and adorable people—do you really think strength lies in numbers?”

“Let me show you what true power is.”

“Break!”

As he finished speaking, Su Yifan stomped lightly. The golden shield before him shattered instantly. A surge of overwhelming force spread outward, and nearly a hundred weaker martial artists were blasted into clouds of blood.

In that instant, the entire sky was shrouded in red mist, and the air grew thick with the scent of blood. Only the two strongest black-robed elders remained, both panting heavily and pale-faced.

“Two old fools—is that it? Already worn out?” Su Yifan smiled faintly.

“Young man, what realm are you?” one of the black-robed elders asked, his voice trembling.

“What realm?” Su Yifan strode forward, covering several meters in a single step, and spoke coldly, “The realm where killing you is as easy as slaughtering dogs.”

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“Not good, run!” The two black-robed elders, seeing Su Yifan coming at them, turned and fled. Their inner strength exhausted, if they didn’t escape now, death awaited.

But they had underestimated Su Yifan’s speed. Before they could take more than a few steps, Su Yifan appeared before them, each hand gripping a throat.

Soul-searching technique!

“No... don’t... ah—” The two elders screamed, then fell silent.

“So that’s why you came for me—two old dogs from the Ye family!” With a forceful squeeze after the soul search, the two men in his hands instantly became blood mist.

Dao Yuan, not far away, swallowed hard. Thank goodness he’d made the right choice, or he’d be floating in the sky as blood mist now.

“Hm?” Just then, Su Yifan noticed two storage pouches on the ground. He picked them up and opened them, finding a hundred spirit stones in each. He placed them in his storage ring and turned to Dao Yuan.

Feeling Su Yifan’s gaze, Dao Yuan dropped to his knees in terror. “S-senior, I didn’t attack you just now!”

“I know. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be alive now.” With those words, Su Yifan walked toward the entrance of the Immortal Mansion cave.

At the entrance, he took out the carved dragon jade pendant and tossed it. Instantly, a white light shone from the pendant, and after flickering a few times, the formation before him vanished.

Holding the jade pendant, Su Yifan walked up to the iron door and noticed a recess matching the pendant’s size. Without hesitation, he placed it inside.

Immediately—

Rumbling echoed as the iron door trembled and slowly rose. Glancing back at the still-kneeling Dao Yuan, Su Yifan asked, “Why are you still kneeling?” Then he entered the cave.

Dao Yuan froze for a moment, then understood. “Senior, I’m coming!” He hurriedly got up and followed Su Yifan inside.

Soon, the two arrived at the center of the cave mansion. Contrary to their expectations, there were no countless treasures—only a pile of spirit stones and a single martial arts manual.

“Is this all? Trash.”

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Seeing the meager offerings, Su Yifan was speechless. How could anyone call this place the Immortal Mansion’s cave? He’d expected some treasure or rare elixir, or at least a formidable beast. But this? Nothing but these few items.

Dao Yuan, on the other hand, saw things differently. To him, these items were already priceless. He inspected the spirit stones—there were a thousand in total. If converted to money, it would be a fortune beyond imagination. He couldn’t help but wonder how many fallen girls he could save with so much wealth!

“Senior, this…” Dao Yuan stared hungrily at the martial arts manual, yet dared not voice his desire.

Su Yifan glanced at him, then tossed the manual into Dao Yuan’s hands.

“Senior, you don’t want this martial art?” Dao Yuan cradled the manual, his face aglow with excitement.

“I have no interest in such trash,” Su Yifan replied indifferently.

Trash? Senior, you call this trash? This was the legacy technique of a Martial Sovereign! Dao Yuan felt as if he were dreaming. Such a precious item, and the senior just gave it to him?

Su Yifan ignored him and swept all the spirit stones into his storage ring. After tidying up, he scanned the cave with his divine sense—there was truly nothing else here.

“Well, at least there are a thousand spirit stones,” Su Yifan sighed helplessly, then made his way out.

Dao Yuan carefully stowed the manual and followed close behind.

Outside the cave, Su Yifan said, “All right, from now on, go where you wish. I’m leaving.”

He was about to depart.

“Senior, I—I wish to follow you. May I?” Seeing Su Yifan about to leave, Dao Yuan hurriedly voiced his plea.

He had never admired anyone before, but after witnessing Su Yifan today, he was utterly convinced—heart and soul. Only such a mighty figure could truly win his allegiance. So he resolved to follow Su Yifan.

“Follow me? With your pitiful strength, you’re not qualified,” Su Yifan replied coolly.

“Senior, I—” Dao Yuan tried to say more, but Su Yifan cut him off. “If you don’t leave now, I’ll make sure you stay here forever!”

At those words, Dao Yuan shuddered. He cupped his hands, “Since you won’t accept me now, I’ll return when my strength has grown.” With that, he turned to leave.

Just then—

A flurry of figures appeared; a dozen or so. The leader, a white-haired elder, spoke, “Leave? Where do you think you’re going?”

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