Chapter 128: Could We Please Keep a Low Profile?

Seeing this, the crowd below breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Su Zhengguo suddenly laughed out loud and said, "Hahaha... I told you, my son Yifan possesses the qualities of the invincible."

As his voice fell, Yang Junchen pointed to the sky, exclaiming, "Look, everyone! Young Master Su's sword energy has not dissipated!"

Hearing this, everyone quickly focused their eyes on the sky.

At that moment, they saw that Su Yifan's sword energy, after cleaving through the blood-red claw, still retained its formidable momentum as it struck toward the old man in the blood-colored robe behind it.

"What?!"

Seeing his attack so easily severed, the old man in the blood-colored robe was first startled. Before his shock could even fade, he saw the magnificent sword energy slashing toward him at high speed. Realizing he could no longer dodge it, he decided to face it head-on.

"True Steel Barrier, rise!" the old man shouted in a low voice.

A blood-red barrier instantly appeared before him.

"Not enough, it’s not enough." Sensing the terrifying power of the sword energy, he struck out with his palm.

With a hum, the single barrier before him instantly multiplied into three. Only then did he exhale in relief. *Boy, you want to kill me? You're still too green!*

Opposite him, Su Yifan watched this scene and smiled without a word.

The next moment:
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"What! Impossible!!!"

Seeing two of his barriers instantly shattered, the old man in the blood-colored robe felt a sense of dread rise in his heart. The next second, the third barrier shattered!

Sensing something was terribly wrong, the old man tried to turn and flee, but the sword energy slashed directly through his body.

"Wh... what!" The old man looked down at the sword mark on his chest, then slowly raised his head to look at Su Yifan. "You... who exactly are..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a loud boom echoed. The old man in the blood-colored robe exploded into a mist of blood and vanished with the wind.

"Hiss!"

Inside the Su residence, Chen Jing and the others couldn't help but gasp. He was dead.

He had killed a Martial Emperor powerhouse with a single strike. What terrifying strength this was!

However, at this moment, Su Yifan looked regretful. "Damn it, I forgot to search his body first." He slapped his forehead, then descended toward the ground with a helpless expression.

"Yifan, are you alright?" Zhang Hong hurried over to her son, asking with concern.

"I'm fine, Mom," Su Yifan replied with a slight shake of his head.

Just then, his father, Su Zhengguo, spoke up from the side: "Look, I told you not to worry all the time. Our Yifan has the qualities of the invincible, doesn't he, son?"

Su Yifan felt a wave of embarrassment. While he agreed, he thought, *Dad, can we please be a little more low-key?*

He paused and looked at Chen Jing. "Don't be so reckless next time." As he spoke, he tossed over a jade bottle. "This is medicinal nectar for internal injuries. Take three pills a day, and you'll be back to your best state within three days."

When he was on the mountain, he often sparred with his beautiful master, and whenever he was beaten half to death, he relied on these pills to heal his internal wounds. If it weren't for the fact that this old man showed some responsibility and grit, he wouldn't have been willing to part with them.

Chen Jing took the jade bottle and bowed in gratitude. "Many thanks, Young Friend Su." His injuries were severe, and he had expected to spend a long time recovering. He hadn't expected Su Yifan to possess such potent medicine. If they could obtain the formula and mass-produce it, it would be invaluable for his organization. Their operatives often performed extremely dangerous missions and were frequently injured; having such medicine on hand could not only heal them but save their lives in critical moments.

Seeing that they were still standing there, Su Yifan said, "Alright, you can go now."

Hearing that Su Yifan was dismissing them, Chen Jing quickly said, "Young Friend Su, this medicine..."

Before he could finish, Su Yifan, sensing his intention, interrupted, "The formula is out of the question. But if you want the pills, bring spirit stones to trade."

"Considering you're repeat customers, a hundred spirit stones per pill isn't too much to ask, right?" The ingredients for these pills were much simpler than those for the Body Tempering Pills. Their effects were slightly smaller, but they were much more useful in critical situations. A hundred spirit stones was a fair price.

Chen Jing hadn't expected Su Yifan to be so shrewd despite his youth. By refusing to give up the formula, he was securing a long-term business relationship. Was this really the mindset of a young man?

*Forget it.* Since the other party wouldn't trade the recipe, he couldn't force it. He would let things take their course.

"Very well. We will contact you if we need more." With those words, Yang Junchen helped Elder Chen walk away.

Once they were gone, Su Yifan turned to his parents. "Mom, Dad, how did the medicinal bath feel last night?"

"It felt fantastic!" Su Zhengguo blurted out.

The next second, he realized he had misspoken and quickly corrected himself: "I mean, the changes were significant. I feel like my bones and muscles have been greatly improved." He nudged his wife with his hand.

Zhang Hong, currently wishing she could hit him, glared at her husband and added, "Yes, it felt very... very good."

Hearing their strange tone, Su Yifan frowned but didn't press the matter. As long as it was effective, his hard work hadn't been in vain.

"Since you're both fine, I have some business to attend to, so I'll be heading out." After saying goodbye to his parents, Su Yifan left.

Once outside, he sent a message to Lin Ming, then drove off.

Ten minutes later, Su Yifan arrived at a cafe, went to the second floor, and chose a seat by the window. He had only been sitting for a moment when a waitress approached.

"Sir, what would you like to order?"

"Two Americanos will do," Su Yifan said.

"Certainly, sir. Please wait a moment."

Just then, Lin Ming arrived. Before he even sat down, he joked, "Yo! Brother Fan, when did you become so romantic, inviting me to a cafe?"

Su Yifan stood up as if to leave.

"My mistake, my mistake! I was wrong," Lin Ming quickly stepped forward to appease his good friend.

Su Yifan sat back down and pulled out a small jade bottle, handing it to him. "This is medicinal liquid for your bath. Only one drop at a time."

"One drop?" Lin Ming widened his eyes, looking at the bottle in his hand, doubting his own ears. What was going on? When had his good friend become so stingy? In such a small bottle, with only one drop at a time, he wouldn't even be able to smell it, right?

"Think it's too little? Fine. If you're not afraid of shattering your meridians, you can use it all at once," Su Yifan said calmly.

He wasn't fear-mongering. His friend wasn't like his parents, who possessed spiritual roots and could handle the potency of the liquid. Lin Ming didn't have spiritual roots. If the effect was too strong and his meridians couldn't bear it, shattering his meridians would be the least of his worries—it was a question of whether he could even survive.

Hearing this, Lin Ming didn't dare say another word, his eyes filled with gratitude. His friend always thought of him whenever he had something good; he was better to him than his own parents.

He truly hated that he was the one who had to be the sidekick. Otherwise...