Chapter 70: He Gave Me a Mysterious, Terrifying Impression

“You brat, how dare you!”

Upon witnessing Ye Qingtian’s death, Tang Shengguo was ready to teach Su Yifan a lesson.

He was just about to make his move.

But at that moment, a large hand stopped him—the elder in the Zhongshan suit by his side.

“Master Shen, why are you stopping me?” Tang Shengguo looked at the elder beside him and asked.

“Let it go,” Shen Mu sighed, then turned to Su Yifan and said, “Young man, the two juniors of the Ye family, whatever else they may be, are meritorious subjects of our Xia Nation. Why must you insist on wiping them out completely?”

Su Yifan sneered coldly at these words. “Meritorious subjects? I’m sorry, but in my eyes, they are simply enemies of the Su family.”

“And as for me, Su Yifan, when it comes to my enemies, there’s only one thing to do—kill.”

His voice was calm and even.

Yet to those around, it sent chills through their hearts.

This kid is far too arrogant!

The two men before him are high-ranking members of Dragon Scale, and he dares to speak to them this way?

“Brat, do you think no one can deal with you?” Tang Shengguo said in a low, threatening voice.

As a leader of Dragon Scale and a general of Xia Nation, he had never seen a young man dare to speak to him like this.

But Su Yifan was utterly disdainful, his tone icy. “If you think you can, you’re welcome to try.”

He was not an unreasonable man.

But anyone who tried to speak down to him by virtue of their status—well, even if the King of Heaven himself appeared, it would make no difference!

“You insolent brat, today I’ll—”

“Enough!” Tang Shengguo couldn’t stand it any longer. He rolled up his sleeves, ready to strike.

But at that moment, Shen Mu shouted sharply, stopping him.

“Master Shen, he—” Tang Shengguo tried to protest.

But the look in Shen Mu’s eyes silenced him instantly.

He owed much of his current achievements to Shen Mu’s guidance. In fact, Shen Mu was half a mentor to him.

Back when he was young, Shen Mu had been his instructor.

Seeing Tang Shengguo so intimidated by the elder, Su Yifan realized this old man’s identity and status were extraordinary.

But as long as the old man didn’t interfere with him, Su Yifan was willing to be reasonable.

With Tang Shengguo silenced, Shen Mu turned to Su Yifan and said, “I deeply regret the harm the Ye family caused your Su family.”

“Now that the entire Ye family has been destroyed by your hand, could we let the matter rest?”

Su Yifan nodded in agreement.

“Of course. I am not some bloodthirsty demon. With the Ye family’s masterminds dead, I won’t kill indiscriminately.”

“In that case, I’ll say no more on the subject.” Shen Mu’s tone shifted as he continued, “Earlier, Shengguo tried to recruit you into Dragon Scale. I suspect there was some misunderstanding that led you to refuse.”

“Today, I, this old man, invite you again. I hope you will join Dragon Scale and contribute to Xia Nation.”

At these words, everyone around was filled with envy and confusion.

What!

This kid has killed so many, and not only are you not punishing him—you want him to join Dragon Scale?

Hearing yet another attempt to pull him into Dragon Scale, Su Yifan refused without hesitation. “Sorry, but I have no interest in Dragon Scale.”

Tang Shengguo was furious at Su Yifan’s blunt rejection.

He snapped, “Brat, do you even know who stands before you?”

“Does it matter to me who he is?” Su Yifan replied coolly.

“You—” Tang Shengguo nearly spat blood in rage.

Damn Su Yifan!

If not for Master Shen’s presence, he would have taught this insolent youth the consequences of disrespecting elders.

“You have such talent and strength—don’t you want to bring honor to your family and serve your country?” Shen Mu tried to persuade him.

Su Yifan couldn’t help but laugh at this. “Forgive me, I couldn’t hold back.”

He paused, then spoke seriously:

“I do have power, but I’m sorry—I cannot forsake my true self for the country.”

“What do you mean?” Shen Mu asked.

“I mean, I am willing to contribute to the nation, but only on my own terms—not because I am forced or bound.” Su Yifan replied honestly.

If the country faced hardship, he could offer his strength—but to bind him with rules and obligations, he could not be so self-sacrificing.

The only thing that could make him act without hesitation was his closest kin.

As for others, whether they lived or died, he simply didn’t care.

Hearing this, Shen Mu sighed deeply. “Very well, I understand. Since you have no desire for this, I shall not force you.”

“I only hope that, if the country faces calamity, you might extend a helping hand.”

“Rest assured,” Su Yifan nodded. “After all, I am a citizen of Xia Nation. If the nation faces trouble, I will step forward.”

This old man was easy to talk to, and his character suited Su Yifan well.

Unlike the other, who seemed ready to strike after just a few words.

“Good, with your promise, I am content.”

Shen Mu said this and turned to leave.

Tang Shengguo shot Su Yifan a glare and followed.

But just then, a voice rang out from the crowd:

“General, I’m still here!”

A middle-aged man hurried out of the crowd, waving frantically at Shen Mu and Tang Shengguo.

He had thought General Tang would take him away once matters were settled, but he had waited in vain.

Seeing them about to leave, he dared not remain silent—if he didn’t speak up, he’d have trouble handing over the spirit stones later.

“Who gave you permission to speak?” Su Yifan’s gaze was icy as it fell upon him.

Shen Mu spoke, “He’s one of ours. Would you grant this old man a favor and let him go?”

Having taken a liking to Shen Mu, Su Yifan couldn’t refuse, so he said coolly, “Go.”

The middle-aged man, relieved, quickly followed Shen Mu and Tang Shengguo out.

Watching him leave, the crowd was filled with envy.

Damn! Connections really do make things easier!

Meanwhile, Shen Mu and his companions had reached the car outside.

The door had just closed when Tang Shengguo could no longer contain himself. “Master Shen, why didn’t you let me teach that brat a lesson?”

“Could you sense his strength?” Shen Mu replied with a question.

“Master Shen, what do you mean?”

“I couldn’t sense even a trace of martial aura from him—not a hint. His strength is greater than either of us imagined.” Shen Mu continued, “It’s not just you, Shengguo—even I might not be his match.”

“What?!” Tang Shengguo was startled.

Had those words come from anyone else, he would never have believed it.

Could that kid truly be so terrifying?

“Master Shen, perhaps he carries some treasure that conceals his martial aura?” Tang Shengguo offered, doubtful.

It was hard for him to accept.

Su Yifan was barely over twenty—how could his martial prowess be so great?

If so, all their years of training would have been for nothing!

“That’s not impossible, but the likelihood is small. He gives me a sense of mystery and dread—I’ve never felt anything like it.”

As he spoke, Shen Mu fell into deep thought.