CHAPTER 837: CHAPTER 841: MASTER’S MIGHT (19)

The two clenched fists of Su Bingchao and his son at their sides creaked ominously.

Despite wanting nothing more than to kill the evil Taoist before them, they understood their limitations and knew that acting rashly would only lead to humiliation.

Just as Su Bingchao and Su Qing were wracking their brains for possible ways to retreat, the vermillion doors of the Su Family were violently flung open from the outside.

A group of familiar faces marched in, friends, or rather, people who should have been allies.

The leading figures were Su Qing’s elder brother-in-law, Xu Shengwu, the brother of the Young Mrs. Su, and Yan Hui, the new son-in-law of the Su Family and Su Fei’er’s husband.

The others were from the Yan Family or the Xu Family, all of them well-known figures of some standing.

Among them were several uncles who were of the same generation as Su Bingchao, with whom he had shared drinks and laughter not too long ago.

The Xu and Yan families were supposed to be close in-laws to the Su Family, bound by mutual protection and support, but now...

Su Bingchao was infuriated to the extreme, yet this made him more clear-headed.

Judging by their demeanor, this was clearly not a spontaneous act but a long-planned scheme.

Meanwhile, Su Qing, young and hot-headed, couldn’t hold back his fury. Although he knew he was no match for the evil Taoist, seeing Yan Hui caused him to throw a punch.

No one expected this sudden move, catching Yan Hui off guard and leaving him with a bruised eye.

As Su Qing seemed ready to throw another punch, Yan Hui, wincing in pain, cried out to the people behind him, "Get him off me!"

No one needed to pull him away; Su Qing stepped back on his own, spat on the ground, and muttered in anger, "You damned bastard..."

"Fei’er treats you so well, and this is how you insult her?"

Recalling the evil Taoist’s disdainful scorn for Fei’er, he regretted not hitting harder earlier, as killing him outright would hardly be excessive.

Yan Hui covered his eye, his pristine clothing now stained with dirt, his expression a mix of shame and anger.

He opened his mouth as if wanting to say something, but glancing at the Yan Family behind him and the Taoist standing on a branch, his words came out with disdain and contempt.

"Did you think I truly had feelings for Su Fei? It’s merely because of her connection to the Su Family and perhaps her knowledge of the Immortal Pill."

"Nonetheless..." Yan Hui said begrudgingly, "Even though your Su Family treats Su Fei’er like a treasure, you haven’t revealed anything of importance to her. Meanwhile, the Xu Family seems to know a bit more."

Su Qing’s elder brother-in-law Xu Shengwu proudly lifted his head and said, "Isn’t that the power of pillow talk?"

"You scoundrel..." Su Bingchao slapped Su Qing on the head.

Su Qing protested in grievance, "No, father, I really don’t know anything."

"Our family doesn’t have any Immortal Pills, you must be dreaming...."

Even though Su Qing’s words were indeed true, everyone present wore expressions of disbelief.

Xu Shengwu sneered outright, "Who truly has treasures and broadcasts it? Isn’t it all hidden away?"

Yan Hui rubbed his aching eye, his voice tinged with impatience, "Your Su Family had an Immortal in its lineage. Though few remember, there are still some...hand over what the Immortal left you...."

Su Bingchao replied, "I’m not sure where you all heard this, but when Su Xuan left, he only left behind a Communication Talisman, nothing else..."

As Su Bingchao finished speaking, Mrs. Su retrieved a yellow talisman from an exquisite wooden box.

It was unclear when, but Mrs. Su had secretly slipped away to the study to retrieve the box.

This move went unnoticed by everyone except the evil Taoist who observed closely.

However, being perpetually arrogant, he didn’t care for the little tricks of these mortal ants below.

No matter how they struggled, the outcome would inevitably be death.

Now he regretted it to the core and considered retreating.

His face contorted in rage as he yelled at the people below, "Why didn’t you mention the Su Family still had this thing?"

Yan Hui scratched his head in confusion and cautiously asked the Immortal Leader, "Isn’t it...just a piece of yellow paper? What use could it possibly have?"

Not only did Yan Hui think this way, but the others also wore puzzled expressions, further infuriating the evil Taoist.

"Fools, fools, all of you," he cursed.

As his words faded, a ghostly green beam shot from the evil Taoist’s fingertips, aiming directly at the yellow talisman in Mrs. Su’s hand.

Apart from a few from the Su Family, though others had witnessed such supernatural tricks from the evil Taoist before, they remained speechless in awe upon seeing it again.

Recalling the Immortal Leader’s promises, their hearts grew feverish once more.

The Immortal Leader promised he would take only the Immortal Pill, leaving all other items untouched.

The commotion around the Su Family’s adopted child, though long past, could be traced if investigated carefully.

Some said the adopted child left behind a wealth of Immortal Family goods, and others claimed he left an Immortal Pill that granted longevity and resurrection.

Though it was unfortunate the Immortal Leader reserved the Immortal Pill, the Xu and Yan families could still divide what remained.

For years, the two families had been overshadowed by the Su Family, fueling their discontent.

The evil Taoist’s speed was swift, but Su Bingchao’s was quicker, burning the yellow talisman just moments before destruction.

The talisman instantly turned to ashes, and emerald smoke spiraled skyward.

The evil Taoist’s face twisted as he saw his strike miss, and he turned tail and fled.

Xu Shengwu: "...."

Yan Hui: "..."

What just happened?

Having already begun dreaming of a bright future, why did the Immortal Leader flee instead?

Why not flee, wait for death?

Though the evil Taoist was merely a little guy at the Qi Cultivation Stage, considered cannon fodder in the Cultivation World, in the Mortal World, he was invincible.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be so easily swayed upon hearing of the Su Family’s item left behind by an Immortal.

These useless recklessly failed to investigate whether the Su Family held an ace up its sleeve.

The appearance of the yellow talisman unleashed a pressure that weakened his legs, almost causing him to fall from the branch. Barely managing to stabilize himself, avoiding a disgraceful display before these lowly mortals.

Though he couldn’t discern the tier of the Communication Talisman’s owner, the terrifying aura sent shivers through his soul and was certainly beyond his challenge.

The evil Taoist didn’t flee far, camouflaging himself, hiding a near the Su Family.

His reluctance to abandon the treasures within his grasp lingered.