What...? Wei Zhengyang is dead?
Zhou Chengfeng was completely stunned.
Wei Zhengyang was at the Martial Master Great Perfection Realm. Only an expert at the Grand Martial Artist Realm could kill him.
He couldn’t believe that someone as young as Su Mo had reached such a high Realm.
Zhou Chengfeng asked in a grave voice, "Are you sure Su Mo was the only one who killed Wei Zhengyang? That there was no sneak attack, or that he didn’t team up with the Xiao Family?"
"I’m sure!"
Recalling the scene, Zhou Tianhai couldn’t help but tremble. He said in terror, "Wei Zhengyang was slapped to death by Su Mo."
At this, Zhou Chengfeng completely lost his composure.
He was certain that Su Mo had reached the Grand Martial Artist Realm, and a powerful one at that. Even if he were to act personally, he probably wouldn’t be a match for him.
And this year, Su Mo was only eighteen.
An eighteen-year-old Grand Martial Artist... The thought alone was terrifying. There was no telling what heights he might reach in the future. There was really no need to provoke such a person.
Zhou Chengfeng said in a low voice, "Tianhai, what if... what if we just let this go?"
"No!"
His face twisted with venom, Zhou Tianhai gritted his teeth and said, "We must kill Su Mo, no matter the cost! Father, don’t you know the Heaven-Suppressing King? We can ask him to take action. If the Heaven-Suppressing King wants to rule the Desolate Empire alone, he can’t possibly tolerate Su Mo’s existence."
Zhou Chengfeng agreed. "Alright. We’ll wait for the Heaven-Suppressing King to break through to the Martial Monarch Realm and come out of seclusion. I will immediately ask him to avenge you."
Meanwhile!
Within the Famous Sword Manor, the Great Manor Master, Wei Wuya, sat cross-legged on the back mountain. A brilliant beam of sword light shot from his fingertip, piercing straight into the clouds.
SHIIING!
The clouds were split in two by the beam.
The Second Manor Master, Wei Tianli, exclaimed in admiration, "Big Brother, the power of your Void Shattering Great Sword Technique is becoming more and more terrifying."
Wei Wuya said proudly, "Thank you for the praise, Second Brother. However, it’s still not strong enough. Give me three more days, and I will be able to cultivate this technique to the Great Perfection Realm. By then, its power will be even more terrifying."
"This is bad! This is bad!"
Just then, a disciple came running from the distance in a panic.
Wei Tianli chided, "What’s all this shouting and screaming? Have you no decorum? Can’t you see the Great Manor Master is practicing his swordsmanship? If you disturb his practice, can you bear the consequences?"
Wei Wuya waved his hand. "Enough. What is it?"
The disciple said frantically, "Reporting to the Great Manor Master, the Third Manor Master has been... been killed."
"What? My Third Brother is dead?"
Wei Wuya’s face instantly turned deathly pale.
Wei Tianli demanded, "What happened? Explain yourself clearly, or I’ll have your hide!"
The disciple trembled and said, "News came from the Zhou Family. They said the Third Manor Master died at the Xiao Family’s estate, and that the Xiao Family even threatened to annihilate the entire Famous Sword Manor."
"How could this be?"
Wei Wuya asked in utter disbelief, "What about Zhou Tianhai? Didn’t he go with the Third Manor Master? Where is he?"
The disciple replied, "Young Master Zhou has been crippled."
Hearing this, the two men’s expressions changed drastically once again.
’Killing Wei Zhengyang and crippling Zhou Tianhai... What gave the Xiao Family the nerve to do something so appalling?’
’Aren’t they afraid of death?!’
Wei Tianli said furiously, "The Xiao Family actually killed Third Brother! Big Brother, I’m going to the Xiao Family right now to wipe them out and avenge him!"
"Wait!"
Wei Wuya said gravely, "Second Brother, don’t you find this matter a bit strange?"
Wei Tianli asked, "What’s strange about it?"
Wei Wuya mused, "Third Brother was at the Martial Master Great Perfection Realm. All of the Xiao Family’s experts combined would be no match for him. How could he have been killed so easily? Unless... an incredible expert has appeared in the Xiao Family."
"That’s impossible, isn’t it?" Wei Tianli frowned.
He knew the Xiao Family very well.
The strongest in the Xiao Family, Xiao Zhan, was merely at the Mid Stage Martial Artist Realm. He could hardly be considered an expert. Unless... the Xiao Family hired outside help.
Wei Wuya said in a solemn tone, "Possible or not, we should not act rashly. It won’t be too late to avenge Third Brother after we’ve thoroughly investigated everything. We must avoid falling into someone’s trap."
Wei Tianli said coldly, "I’ll investigate myself. Once I find out the truth, I will use the heads of everyone in the Xiao Family as an offering to Third Brother, to accompany him in death."
...
Su Mo stood before a mist-shrouded valley, looked down at his worn-out shoes, and complained, "Damn it. Next time I come to this godforsaken place, I have to find a flying mount. My damn shoes are completely worn through."
Originally, he had wanted to ride a horse.
But Medicine King Valley was located deep in the mountains, the path was rugged, and horses couldn’t pass. Since he couldn’t fly either, he had no choice but to walk.
Who knew the damned place would be this far? He had walked for five full days and nights.
Su Mo simply threw away his ruined shoes, planning to enter Medicine King Valley barefoot. His physical body was strong enough that even nails couldn’t pierce it, so it made no difference whether he wore shoes or not.
The valley before him was indeed beautiful and teeming with spiritual energy—perfect for the growth of Spiritual Medicine. One look was all it took for Su Mo to know he had come to the right place.
The only thing that struck him as odd was the dozens of people kneeling before the valley, all looking dejected.
But that had nothing to do with him.
Su Mo glanced at the kneeling crowd, walked alone to the front of the valley, and announced in a clear voice, "Su Mo of Qingyang City has come to pay his respects to Medicine King Valley."
"Get lost!"
A thunderous roar came from within the valley. "Medicine King Valley is in seclusion and is not receiving any guests! If you want to request medicine, kneel and wait! Wait until Medicine King Valley opens its gates again!"
Hearing this, Su Mo couldn’t help but frown.
He had stood before the mountain gate and announced his arrival, not barging in directly. He had given Medicine King Valley plenty of face. Who would have thought they would be so unreasonable, first telling him to get lost, and then telling him to kneel and wait.
’I give you an inch and you take a mile, huh?!’
Never mind kneeling and waiting; he couldn’t even afford to stand around and wait for long.
"Fine, fine!"
Su Mo had been about to fight his way in, but then he remembered he was here to request medicine. He suppressed his anger and said, "I have come this time only to request a Thousand-Year-Old Purple Spirit Ginseng..."
But before Su Mo could finish, the person from Medicine King Valley shouted angrily, "I told you to get lost, are you deaf? You’re looking for death, aren’t you?"
’Damn it!’
’I was being polite to you, and you fucking treat me like a pushover?’
This time, Su Mo was truly enraged.
BOOM!
Su Mo raised his right hand and slammed it directly onto Medicine King Valley’s mountain gate. The gate instantly exploded, turning into a cloud of Smoke and Dust.
The people all around were shocked by this scene.
"Who is this person? How dare he force his way through Medicine King Valley’s gate?"
"What a temper!"
"He’s courting death, but don’t let him drag us down with him! Everyone, stay kneeling and don’t move."
Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, Su Mo strode into Medicine King Valley.
"Oh no, someone is forcing their way through the gate! Quick, inform the Mountain Guardian Elder! Everyone else, form a defensive formation."
Dozens of disciples ran out of Medicine King Valley in a panic and surrounded Su Mo.
The lead disciple shouted, "You audacious villain! How dare you destroy the gate of our Medicine King Valley!"
Su Mo glanced at the lead disciple and said indifferently, "Give me a Thousand-Year-Old Purple Spirit Ginseng, and then have your Valley Master personally come and apologize to me. If you do that, I will overlook the insults you just threw at me."