Chapter 46: Release My Sister, and I Will Spare You a Whole Corpse

"Hahaha..."
At that moment, Zhou Zheng’s voice came through the phone. "Su Yifan, is it really you? Bet you didn’t expect it to be me, did you?"

"What do you want?" Su Yifan’s voice was icy. "If you dare harm my sister, you and your entire family will die!"
Everyone has their untouchable scale, and for Su Yifan, it was those closest to him. Anyone who dared threaten them would face only one fate—death.
My scale is inviolable; touch it and you die.

Hearing Su Yifan’s threat, Zhou Zheng was not afraid—in fact, he sounded smug. "Oh, I’m so scared!" he mocked. "Aren’t you a martial artist? Aren’t you so powerful? Come on, kill me! If you can’t, you’re my grandson!"

Su Yifan suppressed his rage. "Fine. I hope you won’t regret it when the time comes."

"Regret?" Zhou Zheng burst out laughing, then his tone suddenly turned cold. "From the moment you crippled my little brother, we became mortal enemies."

"You have ten minutes. If I don’t see you in ten minutes, your sister will be ‘enjoyed’ to death by my brothers here. Hahaha..."

The line went dead, laughter echoing in Su Yifan’s ears.

"You!"
Staring at the disconnected call, regret filled him.
If only he’d been decisive enough to kill that bastard before, none of this would have happened.

"Damn it!"
Su Yifan roared, slamming his fist into the dilapidated factory behind him.

Boom—

With a thunderous crash, the entire factory crumbled from his single blow. Dust and debris surged into the air.

Gulp—

Witnessing this, the three men known as Crow and his companions were rooted in shock, legs trembling.

Was that really not a bomb?
He’d felled a factory with one punch—even a grandmaster couldn’t do that!

"You all head back. I have something urgent."

With those words, Su Yifan stamped his foot, propelled himself into the air, and vanished beyond the horizon within seconds.

Crow and his men stared blankly after him, unable to recover.

Half a minute passed before one of the underlings finally stammered, "Boss, did... did Young Master Su just fly away?"

He could barely form the words.

Crow’s gaze remained fixed on the sky where Su Yifan had disappeared. "Quick, hit me."

What?

The underling was stunned.

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"Boss, are you alright?"

"Quick, hit me, now!"

Seeing Crow’s urgency, the underling gritted his teeth and delivered a slap across his face.

Smack!

"Ah! Damn, that hurts..."

The pain jolted Crow out of his shock.

"Young Master Su... he can fly!"

"So what if he can fly?" the underling asked, puzzled.

Smack!

Crow slapped him in return, his tone grave. "What do you mean, ‘so what’? Have you ever seen a martial artist who could fly?"

To his knowledge, only those who reached extraordinary cultivation could soar through the air.
But a mere grandmaster couldn’t possibly achieve that.
Which meant Young Master Su’s true strength was beyond anything they could imagine.

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Meanwhile.

In a small forest near the academy.

Su Meng was tied tightly to a tree, the ropes accentuating her figure.
A burly man stared hungrily at her, especially at the pale skin exposed at her neckline.

"So, Young Master Zhou, how much longer until that guy arrives?"
The brute sounded impatient.

"What are you rushing for?" Zhou Zheng snapped.

"Why wouldn’t I be? Look, even my little brother’s already standing at attention. Let me have some fun first, alright?"
The brute chuckled obscenely.

Zhou Zheng glanced at the bulge beneath the man’s pants—he felt disgust for the first time.

The more he thought, the angrier he became.

Su Yifan, you deserve to die!
Because of you, I’ve been rendered impotent.
I swear, I’ll castrate you first and then kill you—only then will my rage be satisfied!

"Stop whining and wait. If we don’t see him in ten minutes, you and your brothers can do whatever you want."

These men were hired by Zhou Zheng, and he’d promised them Su Meng as their plaything.
But now wasn’t the time.
He wanted Su Yifan to witness his own sister defiled before his eyes—that was the only way to vent his hatred.

So Su Meng had to remain unharmed for now.

"Ten minutes? Fine, I’ll hold out a little longer."

Hearing he’d have to wait ten more minutes, the brute was barely able to contain himself.
But he couldn’t cross Zhou Zheng—after all, Zhou’s family, though third-rate, was still out of their league.
He had no choice but to endure.
At worst, he’d take his fill later.

Su Meng listened to their conversation, her face drained of color.
She wanted to curse them, but feared any protest would bring violence, so she bit back her words as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Brother, please don’t come!
They’ll kill you!

Just then—

"He’s close."

Su Yifan tracked the wisp of spiritual energy he’d left on his sister, following it to the small forest.
After landing, he released his divine sense, instantly locking onto her position.

"Don’t be afraid, little sister. I’m here."

With that, Su Yifan dashed toward Su Meng.

Within moments, he arrived at her side.

"Meng’er!"
Seeing his sister bound, he hurried forward.

"Brother, it’s really you—brother’s here..."
Su Meng heard his voice, searched for him, and soon saw his figure.

Zhou Zheng and his men had also spotted Su Yifan approaching. He strode quickly to Su Meng, drew a dagger, and pressed it to her throat.

"Su Yifan, you finally made it," Zhou Zheng sneered.

"Release my sister, and I’ll leave you a whole corpse," Su Yifan said coldly.

"Hahaha..."
Zhou Zheng laughed loudly. "You’ll leave me a whole corpse? I think you’ll be collecting your sister’s corpse!"

He pressed the dagger harder.

A thin line of blood appeared on Su Meng’s neck.

"Meng’er!"
Su Yifan wanted to rush forward, but feared for his sister’s safety.

In that moment, he swore—
Not only would Zhou Zheng die, but his entire family would perish!

"So, who’s collecting whose corpse now?"
Zhou Zheng looked at Su Yifan, his face triumphant.

Boy, you want to challenge me?
You’re not even qualified!