Chapter 99: Just by Looking, Your Old Man Is Clearly a One-in-a-Million Martial Arts Genius

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“Young Master Su, these were taken from the remnants of the enemies. Since you were the one who killed them, I thought these items should belong to you,” Yang Juncheng said with a flattering smile.

At first, he had intended to hand these items over to the higher-ups. But then he realized this was an opportunity to curry favor with Young Master Su, so he took it upon himself to keep the items.

Even if the higher-ups found out later, there was nothing they could do—after all, who would dare to demand these items back from Young Master Su?

Su Yifan took the bag and checked its contents, discovering it contained a full three thousand spirit stones.

“Not bad, kid,” he said, reaching out to grab Yang Juncheng’s bandaged hand.

“Young Master Su, no... please...” Yang Juncheng was startled by Su Yifan’s sudden movement and tried to pull back.

But it was too late.

Soon, he realized he had misunderstood Su Yifan.

A tingling sensation slowly spread from his hand—numb and prickly.

“Ow...” Yang Juncheng gasped.

Hearing the noise, Su Yifan gave him a sideways glance and then released his hand.

“All done.”

“All done?” Yang Juncheng frowned, unsure what Su Yifan meant.

But then a thought struck him.

He lowered his hand and began to wave it slowly. To his amazement, the pain was completely gone.

“Young Master Su, this...” he said, growing bolder as he swung his arm widely, confirming his hand was fully healed.

“Thank you, Young Master Su,” Yang Juncheng said with a deep bow, his face full of gratitude.

At that moment, he was glad he had made the decision to return the items himself.

If he hadn’t, his hand would have taken at least half a year to recover—possibly with lasting damage.

“No need to thank me. You earned it,” Su Yifan said coolly.

At first glance, Su Yifan had found this fellow annoying; now, he suddenly found him rather endearing.

“Young Master Su, you’ve done a great service this time. If there’s anything you need—money or anything else—just say the word. I’ll relay your request to the higher-ups,” Yang Juncheng offered eagerly.

Su Yifan had no particular request at first, but upon hearing this, he suddenly thought of something.

“I want spirit stones. Do you have any?”

“Of course, but spirit stones are precious. I’m not sure if the higher-ups will approve,” Yang Juncheng answered honestly.

“I’m not interested in anything else. If you can get me the spirit stones, I’ll give you an opportunity,” Su Yifan said, his gaze shifting.

“An opportunity?” Yang Juncheng asked.

“Yes. This opportunity is rare and cannot be sought easily. I wonder if you want it?”

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“Yes, yes, yes! I want it! Young Master Su, please give it to me!” Yang Juncheng exclaimed, his excitement palpable.

Having witnessed Young Master Su’s power and methods firsthand, he trusted that anything called an opportunity by him would be worthwhile.

Seeing his eagerness, Su Yifan nodded with satisfaction. “If you want the opportunity, that’s fine. My demand isn’t high—at least a thousand spirit stones. Can you manage that?”

“That...” Yang Juncheng hesitated, troubled by the request.

Seeing his hesitation, Su Yifan sighed. “If it’s too difficult, forget it. I don’t insist.”

Hearing this, Yang Juncheng’s heart sank. He didn’t want to give up this opportunity.

But a thousand spirit stones was a huge sum.

Even if he worked in the Dragon Group his whole life, he probably couldn’t earn that many.

What was he to do?

Su Yifan said nothing and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Yang Juncheng gritted his teeth and said, “Alright, Young Master Su, wait for me. I’ll do my best to get the spirit stones for you.”

Though a thousand spirit stones was a lot, Young Master Su’s achievement was substantial.

He had wiped out an entire assassin organization; asking for a thousand spirit stones wasn’t unreasonable.

“I’ll await your good news,” Su Yifan said and then disappeared.

Yang Juncheng pondered how to obtain the spirit stones as he made his way out.

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That evening, after dinner, Su Yifan returned to his room, preparing to refine the spirit stones he had acquired.

Just then—

“Knock, knock, knock...”

A knock came at the door.

Su Yifan went to open it and found his father standing there.

“Dad, why aren’t you sleeping? What brings you here?”

Su Zhenguo glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then stepped inside Su Yifan’s room.

Seeing his father’s furtive demeanor, Su Yifan was puzzled.

What was going on?

Had he been kicked out after an argument with mom?

“Dad, do you need something?” Su Yifan asked.

Su Zhenguo chuckled awkwardly, seeming reluctant to speak.

Seeing this, Su Yifan opened the door wider. “Dad, if you have nothing important, you should go back and sleep. I need to rest.”

“No rush, it’s still early,” Su Zhenguo said, closing the door behind him. After hesitating, he lowered his voice.

“Yifan, there’s something I want to ask you.”

“What is it?”

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“Well... well, I want to know if someone my age can cultivate like you guys?”

Su Zhenguo stammered out the question.

Su Yifan was speechless.

He had thought something serious was wrong.

Turns out it was just this!

“Of course you can. But Dad, why the sudden interest in cultivation?”

He vaguely remembered when he was young, their grandfather wanted to teach his father martial arts, but his father refused, fearing hardship.

Grandfather didn’t press the issue.

Now that his father expressed a desire to cultivate, it was interesting.

Hearing he could cultivate, Su Zhenguo’s face lit up.

“Don’t worry about the details. Just teach me your most powerful martial arts manual. I want to become a grandmaster,” he said, making a gesture as if channeling energy.

Su Yifan couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Dad, becoming a grandmaster isn’t something that happens overnight. It requires hard work and talent.”

Hearing his son’s doubt, Su Zhenguo retorted, “Look at you saying that! Clearly, I’m a rare martial arts genius.”

Unable to argue, Su Yifan relented.

“Alright, try it out. Let me see if you have the talent.”

He was about to teach his father a breathing technique for cultivation.

But just then, Su Zhenguo remembered something and interrupted.

“Yifan, can your mother cultivate with me?”

“Yes, but—”

Before Su Yifan could finish, Su Zhenguo opened the door and dashed out.

A moment later, Su Zhenguo returned with his wife, Zhang Hong.

“Why are you dragging me out of bed in the middle of the night? What’s going on here, Yifan?” Zhang Hong complained, clearly annoyed.

She had been about to do her skincare routine when her husband pulled her out, and now she was fuming.

“Don’t worry about that. Just trust me,” Su Zhenguo waved her off, then turned to Su Yifan with a serious expression.

“Yifan, it’s time. Let’s begin.”

“Mom, Dad, wait a moment. Let me check your physical conditions first,” Su Yifan said, placing his hands on their foreheads to examine them.

He wanted to see their constitutions.

Although he didn’t expect them to have spiritual roots, given his own unique physique, he was curious if they might as well.

Then—

“What?!” Su Yifan’s eyes widened in disbelief.

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