Chapter 33: How Do You Know I'm Unrivaled in the World?

“Fan, are you really not cultivating immortality?”
Lin Ming was still unconvinced.
Su Yifan raised his hand, ready to give him another wake-up call.
“Alright, alright, I won’t say it anymore.”
Lin Ming surrendered.
If he got hit again, his head would probably split open.
A martial artist was still better than an ordinary person.
Lin Ming opened the jade bottle and glanced inside. “Fan, why are there only a few pills? Who are these supposed to be enough for?”
What?
Enough for whom?
Su Yifan thought he’d misheard, but when he realized what Lin Ming meant, his hand quickly came down.
A crisp “bang” sounded.
“What’s going on in your head? These are elixirs, not a meal for you to feast on!”
Su Yifan replied irritably.
Lin Ming clutched his head and chuckled sheepishly. “Don’t be angry, Fan. I was just joking.”
Su Yifan couldn’t be bothered with him and said seriously,
“I’ll teach you a breathing technique. After you take the pills, practice according to the method I give you.”
With that, he pressed a finger to Lin Ming’s forehead, and a basic breathing technique flowed into Lin Ming’s mind.
Why was it basic?
Not because Su Yifan was reluctant to give something advanced, but because Lin Ming simply couldn’t use a higher-level technique.
Su Yifan had just checked his physique—Lin Ming possessed no special qualities and lacked the so-called roots for cultivating immortality.
In the world of cultivation, it was said that without spiritual roots, one could not become immortal.
But Su Yifan’s master had told him that even without spiritual roots, it wasn’t impossible to cultivate immortality.
Without them, progress would be slow, and time was essential for reaching immortality.
Ordinary people live barely a century; those without spiritual roots, even if they extended their lifespan somewhat through cultivation, would never have enough time to truly ascend.
That’s why people say those without spiritual roots cannot cultivate immortality.
So Lin Ming, in this life, was almost certainly fated to never walk the immortal path.
Yet, despite this, he could still become a formidable figure in this world.
“Fan, thank you.”
Lin Ming’s nose suddenly stung with emotion.
Ever since his best friend Su Yifan vanished, Lin Ming had become somewhat self-destructive.
He’d intended to muddle through life as it was, but now his brother had returned and brought him onto the path of cultivation.
It was as if he’d been given a second chance at life.
“Between brothers, there’s no need for thanks.”
Su Yifan looked at him and curled his lips.
He’d done all he could.
How far Lin Ming could go from here depended on himself.
…

Meanwhile.
Dragon City, Ye family residence.
Early this morning, the Martial Alliance managed to contact the Ye family in Dragon City, asking them to send people to retrieve Ye Tianjun’s corpse.
After several hours, Ye Tianjun’s body finally arrived at the Ye household.
“Tianjun, my son… oh, oh…”
A beautiful woman in a cheongsam, graceful and elegant, collapsed over Ye Tianjun’s corpse, weeping bitterly.
Her name was Mo Hongmei, mother of the southeast king Ye Tianjun.
“Grandson, your grandfather has failed you, failed your father!”
A white-haired elder in a tunic suit gazed at his grandson’s corpse, his deeply wrinkled face twisted with pain and fury.
He was Ye Zhantian, Ye Tianjun’s grandfather.
In an instant, cries echoed throughout the Ye family, the atmosphere steeped in grief.
Just then,
A towering figure strode into the hall.
It was Ye Wushuang, one of the five great war gods of the Grand Summer Nation.
“Grandfather, Mother, I’m back.”
Ye Wushuang approached and greeted them.
He glanced at his younger brother Ye Tianjun’s corpse on the ground, his eyes calm and showing no trace of emotion.
“Wushuang, you’re finally back.”
Ye’s mother saw her son and quickly rose, coming before him, tears streaming as she pleaded,
“Wushuang, you must avenge your brother Tianjun… oh, oh…”
“Mother, rest assured. I’ve already sent people to capture the one who killed my brother.”
Ye Wushuang nodded.
Before arriving, he’d learned some details about his brother’s death.
His brother had indeed made mistakes, but he couldn’t just die like this—especially at the hands of some young upstart.
No matter who this person was, he would pay the price.
Because this was his brother, a member of the Ye family.
“Wushuang, I heard the one who killed Tianjun is quite skilled. Are the people you sent confident?”
Ye Zhantian now spoke.
Ye Wushuang nodded. “Grandfather, don’t worry. The two I sent are my personal guards—one at the peak of Master level, the other an early Grandmaster.”
“My brother was a late-stage Master. The person who killed him is at most a peak Master, nothing to worry about.”
Ye Zhantian finally relaxed at these words.
Whoever dared kill his grandson, regardless of the cost, would never find a burial place!
…
Elsewhere, after parting from Lin Ming,
Su Yifan drove home.
He’d just arrived and was about to enter.
Just then,
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—”

From the sky came the sound of helicopter rotors spinning.
Hearing the noise,
Su Yifan turned to look, and saw two military helicopters each carrying a military off-road vehicle slowly descending.
Moments later,
Both helicopters and vehicles touched down.
Immediately,
Figures began disembarking from the helicopters and vehicles.
Soon, dozens of soldiers clad in armor assembled outside the gates of the Su residence.
At the front stood two burly, one tall and one short, middle-aged men.
They wore special military uniforms, distinct from the soldiers behind them.
At that moment,
Four figures rushed out from within the Su residence.
“Young master.”
The four guards came to stand behind Su Yifan, faces grave as they regarded the newcomers.
“Stay back, leave this to me.”
Su Yifan instructed, then looked at the two leaders opposite him and asked, “Who are you?”
The shorter middle-aged man spoke, “Are you the one who killed the southeast king?”
He was blunt and to the point, wasting no words.
“You haven’t answered my question.”
Su Yifan ignored his query and pressed on.
“You…”
The short man was about to act.
His companion quickly reached out to stop him, “Don’t be rash. Remember the task the War God gave us.”
War God Ye Wushuang had ordered them to capture the killer alive.
So unless absolutely necessary, they had to ensure Su Yifan stayed alive.
Hearing this, the short man withdrew.
“You should thank him, or you’d already be dead.”
Su Yifan looked at the short man and smiled faintly.
“Kid, you’re quite something.”
The tall middle-aged man’s gaze was cold as he said, “But don’t think that killing the southeast king makes you invincible.”
“How do you know I’m invincible?”
Su Yifan replied with a half-smile.
Just a pair of ants, daring to posture before him.
“Very well, in that case, let Kun show you his skills.”
The tall man turned to his companion, instructing, “Remember to leave him alive.”
“Don’t worry, Hong, I know what I’m doing.”
Li Kun rolled his neck, stepped forward, “Kid, don’t say I didn’t give you a chance—I’ll let you have the first three moves.”