Chapter 69: Who Are You to Demand Someone from Me?

Su Yifan reached out to take the bag, sweeping over it with his spiritual sense. Satisfied, he nodded and said, “Not bad, you’re quite sensible.”

“Th-thank you for your praise, fellow cultivator,” the middle-aged man replied awkwardly, though his heart ached as if it were bleeding. Damn, years of savings gone just like that!

Seeing that the man had truly handed over his spirit stones, just then someone asked, “Fellow cultivator, my gas at home is still on. May I go back and turn it off first?”

“Of course,” Su Yifan replied with a nod.

“Thank you.” The man cupped his hands in gratitude, then leapt over the wall in an attempt to escape.

But in the very next instant—“Bang!”—Su Yifan swung his palm, and the man exploded into a mist of blood in midair. Su Yifan turned to the crowd and asked, “So, whose gas is still on?”

Gulping nervously, everyone present swallowed hard. They had thought the man might succeed, and some were even tempted to imitate him. None expected it to be a dead end.

“Well, since no one else needs to leave, please wait a moment,” Su Yifan said, turning his gaze to Ye Zhantian at his feet. “I heard your Ye family still has a Martial King. Where is he?”

“You brat, don’t get cocky. Soon, my family’s elder will take your life!” Ye Zhantian managed to say with difficulty.

“Oh really? I’m quite curious to see how he’ll manage that.” Su Yifan smiled, adding, “Unfortunately, you won’t live to see it.”

With that, he pressed down with his foot, and Ye Zhantian’s head burst instantly! Blood and white matter splattered everywhere, making those nearby sick to their stomachs. As they fought back nausea, shock overtook them. The formidable head of the Ye family, Ye Zhantian, was dead—just like that! A martial grandmaster, slaughtered with ease. Just what kind of power did this young man possess to dispatch a master so casually?

Su Yifan released his spiritual sense, soon detecting another formidable martial aura within the Ye residence—stronger than anyone he’d met so far. “You inside! Still not coming out?” Su Yifan called.

At that moment, a deep, resonant voice rang out, “Arrogant whelp! You’ve slaughtered my Ye family’s people. Today, I will cut you down!”

The crowd turned to look. A figure wreathed in murderous intent emerged from within. When people saw his face, they were stunned. What? White hair, yet youthful features? Had he regained his youth? Su Yifan also noticed, but his expression remained unchanged. He knew that at a certain cultivation level, one could alter their appearance. Though he was an immortal cultivator and their methods differed from martial artists, both paths sought to unlock human potential. This man, the Ye family elder, was likely near a hundred years old. To have become a Martial King and alter his appearance—this “Martial King” was no ordinary figure.

“You want to kill me? Old man, let’s see if you live up to your reputation as a Martial King,” Su Yifan said coldly.

“Ignorant child, give me your life!” Ye Qingtian roared, unleashing a punch. The air shrieked with the force, a sonic boom echoing, terrifying to behold.

Su Yifan remained calm, meeting the blow with a punch of his own.

“Boom!” Their fists collided with a thunderous crash. Ye Qingtian staggered back several steps, while Su Yifan stood unmoved.

“Is that all you’ve got, old man? How do you plan to kill me with strength like that?” Su Yifan sneered.

From Ye Qingtian’s punch, Su Yifan sensed a kind of energy—similar to spiritual power, but not quite; at best, it could be called a crude imitation. To think a martial artist could cultivate such energy was truly remarkable.

“Boy, I was just warming up. Now, I’ll show you what it means to face a Martial King!” Ye Qingtian shot forward, palm striking at Su Yifan’s face.

Su Yifan merely raised a hand to block the blow.

“What? He blocked it?!” In a brief moment of shock, Ye Qingtian swung a sweeping kick toward Su Yifan’s legs.

Seeing such a low move, Su Yifan was unceremonious, kicking Ye Qingtian square in the chest.

“Bang!” Their speeds were miles apart. Ye Qingtian hadn’t even touched Su Yifan before being kicked, sent flying and crashing heavily into the wall.

“Pfft—” Ye Qingtian felt a sweetness in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood. What? Ye Qingtian… defeated? And so quickly!

The onlookers were utterly stunned. They’d assumed Ye Qingtian’s earlier retreat was due to being unprepared. Yet now, in mere moments, he had been sent flying. There could be only one explanation—Su Yifan was far stronger.

In just three moves, Su Yifan had won two, exposing the gulf between their abilities. Did this mean Su Yifan’s true power was above the early Martial King stage? Realizing this, many people prepared themselves to hand over their spirit stones. Initially, they’d hoped Ye Qingtian would kill Su Yifan, sparing them the expense. Now, it seemed there was no avoiding it.

At this point, Su Yifan approached Ye Qingtian, grabbed him by the throat, and lifted him off the ground. “I thought I’d enjoy a good fight, but you’re quite a disappointment,” Su Yifan said, clearly let down. Judging by the strength Ye Qingtian had shown, he barely matched a Qi Refining cultivator. Su Yifan himself was already at the mid-Nascent Soul stage—defeating a Qi Refining opponent was as easy as drinking water.

“You… what level are you, exactly?” Ye Qingtian stared in disbelief at the young man before him.

“Why should a dead man know so much?” Su Yifan retorted, ready to finish him off.

Just then, a powerful voice rang out from the doorway: “Su Yifan, stop!”

Su Yifan turned to the entrance and saw two figures walking in. He recognized one of them—it was Tang Shengguo, who had previously tried to recruit him into Dragon Scale. The other, an elderly man in a Zhongshan suit, was unfamiliar, but Su Yifan could sense an even more formidable aura from him. Though he couldn’t pinpoint the man’s exact cultivation, he was certain it surpassed the Martial King level.

“Well, look who it is,” Su Yifan said with a faint smile.

Tang Shengguo’s face darkened, but he quickly regained composure and said in a deep voice, “Su Yifan, put the Ye family elder down.”

“And who are you to demand anything from me?” Su Yifan shot back. As soon as he finished speaking, his hand tightened, snapping Ye Qingtian’s neck.