Chapter 126: The Ancestor of the Blood Yin Sect

Meanwhile, above a cave hidden deep within the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

"Whoosh!"

A figure shrouded in an aura of blood-red malice shot out from the cave at high speed. He was an elder in blood-colored robes, possessing white hair but the complexion of a youth.

"Finally, I have emerged from seclusion."

The elder took a deep breath of fresh air, his eyes narrowing sharply.

"Boy, you dared to destroy the heritage of my Blood Yin Sect. I shall tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he struck out with his palm toward a small hill nearby.

"Boom!"

With a thunderous crash, the entire hill was pulverized!

...

The next day.

Su Yifan was sitting in his living room drinking tea after finishing his cultivation session. Just then, a guard led Chen Jing and Yang Junchen inside.

Why were they here? Could it be that the matter was settled?

Seeing them, Su Yifan asked directly, "Are you here for the medicinal pills?"

"Indeed," Chen Jing acknowledged.

Seeing how straightforward they were, Su Yifan didn't beat around the bush. "Very well. How many do you wish to exchange for?"

"We would like to..." Yang Junchen began, but Chen Jing raised his hand to signal him to stop.

Chen Jing then spoke, "We did come today to discuss business, but I would like to propose a different approach."

"Oh? Tell me about it."

"We would like to use spirit stones to exchange for the pill formulas and the refining methods you possess. Would you be willing, young friend Su?"

Hearing this, Su Yifan’s brows lifted slightly. They had quite an appetite—a real old fox, indeed, wanting to trade directly for his pill recipes.

"I am sorry, but I will not trade the pill formulas."

"Why?" Chen Jing pressed. "Young friend Su, you are a citizen of the Xia Kingdom as well. These pills are of great importance to the nation. If you were to pass these formulas to the state, the world would remember your contribution for generations to come."

"I have no need to be remembered. Furthermore, me being willing to trade these pills to you is already a contribution to the Xia Kingdom."

Su Yifan understood the old man’s intent perfectly—he was trying to use the nation to morally coerce him. Unfortunately, he had come to the wrong person.

Chen Jing did not expect such a swift refusal. He took a deep breath and asked again, "Young friend Su, is there truly no room for negotiation?"

"None," Su Yifan replied firmly.

Hearing this, Chen Jing sighed. "Very well, if that is the case, I shall not force you."

With that, he gestured to the man behind him. Yang Junchen understood immediately, stepped forward, and placed six storage bags in front of Su Yifan.

"Young Master Su, here are sixty thousand spirit stones. Please count them."

"No need." Su Yifan waved his hand across the table. In an instant, six jade bottles appeared. "Here are sixty Body Tempering Pills. A pleasure doing business with you; I look forward to our next collaboration."

Yang Junchen looked at Elder Chen, and upon receiving a nod, he collected the pills.

"Safe travels. I won't see you out," Su Yifan said coolly.

Though disappointed, Chen Jing turned and walked away, followed by Yang Junchen. After a few steps, Chen Jing stopped and said, "These formulas are truly vital to the Xia Kingdom. I hope you will reconsider."

Seeing that the man still hadn't given up, Su Yifan replied, "If there ever comes a day when I decide to, I might just give them to you." His meaning was clear: I might give them away, but you cannot demand them.

A smile touched Chen Jing’s lips as he continued toward the exit.

However, at that very moment:

"Whoosh!"

A terrifyingly powerful aura suddenly descended over the Su Estate.

Sensing this presence, Su Yifan looked up at the sky. Upon seeing the man's face, he immediately recalled the phantom he had seen at the Blood Yin Sect that day.

"So, it was him."

Chen Jing and Yang Junchen had also spotted the intruder and froze, their faces grave.

"This aura... it's a Martial Sovereign!" Chen Jing exclaimed in shock.

"Elder Chen, this man is a Martial Sovereign?" Yang Junchen’s eyes widened.

What! A Martial Sovereign? A Martial Sovereign coming to the Su Estate with killing intent—could he be an enemy of Young Master Su?

"There is no mistake. The aura erupting from him is far stronger than my own. He is undoubtedly a Martial Sovereign," Chen Jing confirmed.

"What do we do?" Yang Junchen was frantic. He turned to look at Su Yifan, only to find him still sipping his tea, completely unbothered.

*Damn!* As expected of Young Master Su. How can you still drink tea at a time like this?

Just then, an angry voice boomed from the sky.

"Boy, are you not going to come out and meet your death?"

Su Yifan set down his teacup, stood up, and took a few steps, saying, "Old man, I’ll give you a chance to commit suicide."

"Arrogant brat, you seek death!" the blood-robed elder roared, striking out with his palm.

A giant palm, condensed from pure energy, tore through the air and descended upon the Su Estate.

Su Yifan was about to strike when suddenly, Chen Jing shot into the sky, lunging toward the giant palm.

"Break!" He threw a punch, slamming it into the palm.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, the giant palm shattered. Looking at Chen Jing, one could see a trickle of blood already leaking from the corner of his mouth.

"Who goes there? Daring to run wild in front of Dragon Group personnel? You are provoking the wrath of the Xia military!"

Though injured, Chen Jing’s expression remained unyielding. He knew he was likely no match for the man, but he had to fight. As a member of the Dragon Group, protecting the nation and its people was his duty.

"I am the ancestor of the Blood Yin Sect. I only want the life of this boy today. Any irrelevant personnel who do not wish to die, get out of my way!"

The blood-robed elder was surprised to find another Martial Sovereign present, but it mattered little. Dragon Group? So what? This boy had destroyed his sect's heritage; he would die today!

"Come down. You are no match for him," Su Yifan said. He could sense that the intruder was at least two minor realms stronger than Chen Jing. In the world of cultivation, even a one-realm gap was a chasm, let alone two.

"I cannot. If I retreat, where would the dignity of the Dragon Group be?"

With those words, Chen Jing charged directly at the blood-robed elder.

"Dragon-Tiger Fist!"

He punched, and two phantoms—a dragon and a tiger—manifested around his fist, roaring as they surged toward the elder.

"Since you seek death, I shall grant it to you."

The blood-robed elder’s gaze turned icy. His right hand was instantly enveloped in crimson energy.

"Blood Malice Ghost Claw!"

He swiped his claw at Chen Jing, sending a massive, blood-red claw manifestation tearing through the air.

"Boom!"

The punch and the claw collided, sending terrifying shockwaves of energy rippling outward from the point of impact. The next moment, the blood-robed elder stood unhurt, while Chen Jing was sent plummeting toward the ground below.

"Elder Chen!" Yang Junchen cried out in despair. He couldn't fly and could only watch helplessly.

As the situation grew critical, a figure soared out from the Su Estate.