CHAPTER 845: CHAPTER 849: MASTER’S MIGHT (27)

As for who the expert is, it goes without saying.

But Su Fei’er firmly believed it without a doubt and came up with a brilliant idea.

She decided to go home and plead with her parents, determined to have Aunt take her unborn child as a disciple.

In the future, he could become as mighty and imposing as Aunt.

Su Li previously had no patience to deal with these nuisances, yet they only grew bolder.

A beam of spirit light descended from the sky, completely destroying the Yan Family except for Su Fei’er, who happened to be at her mother’s home; no one else was left.

Su Fei’er went mad, rushing over to confront Su Li.

Su Li looked at her coldly, unable to comprehend her bizarre mindset.

If it weren’t for her intervention, in a past life’s development, the Yan Family would have been the enemies who killed her parents, and she herself would have died in that massacre.

How could she still, with a single-minded devotion, treat the Yan Family sincerely?

Moreover, Yan Hui was not genuinely good to her; it was a premeditated deception.

Despite this, Su Fei’er hated Su Li, yet still insisted that Su Li take her child as a disciple.

Su Li: "....."

The outcome, of course, was unsuccessful.

Su Li has always been a person who follows her heart; if unwilling, no one can persuade her.

Su Fei’er tried another trick, stating bluntly that if Su Li didn’t agree, she wouldn’t give birth.

Previously, Su Fei’er’s life had been smooth sailing, getting whatever she wanted effortlessly; naturally, no one noticed her selfish and capricious side.

But now, when things weren’t going her way, her malicious nature was laid bare.

Yet even so, what could Su Bingchao and the others do? After all, she was the child they’d cherished for many years.

Even the Old Master and Madam joined in persuading, suggesting Su Fei’er should have her wish, as it was just an insignificant baby.

Only Su Li still didn’t agree, and Su Fei’er, in a moment of desperation, abandoned herself during childbirth.

Thanks to the skilled midwife who saved Su Fei’er from the brink of death, the child born was in a grave condition due to prolonged suffocation and turned out to be mentally challenged.

Su Fei’er herself didn’t fare well; her body was severely injured and would rely on medication for the rest of her life.

Su Li watched coldly, seeing everything clearly.

Su Bingchao and Mrs. Su appeared silent but were deeply resentful towards her.

This was somewhat tedious.

Their indulgence of their daughter had nothing to do with her.

Su Fei’er was now completely ruined, unable to cause any more trouble even if she wanted to.

And now came the issue with Su Qing; could it be that Su Bingchao’s children were all lovesick fools?

In summary, their genes were just too poor, incapable minds.

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Su Li’s words thoroughly ignited the emotions of Su Bingchao and Mrs. Su.

The couple simultaneously shot icy glares at Su Li, filled with dissatisfaction, resentment, and... hostility.....

"Why did you have to come back?" Su Bingchao asked emotionlessly.

Su Li chuckled, "If I didn’t return, the Su Family would have been wiped out, and those two brainless children of yours wouldn’t have fared well either."

"Moreover..." Su Li sneered, "This Su Family is named after Su Li, not Su Bingchao."

Su Li slowly dragged out her words, "Foster brother, have you forgotten your place?"

Truly, people’s hearts change easily.

"You...." Su Bingchao’s face turned beet red, and after a while, he still lacked the courage to stubbornly declare, "I don’t care for your Su Family."

If he really said that, Su Li would respect him as a man; now, though....

"You may leave now; in the future, don’t come to my courtyard again."

After Su Bingchao and his wife left, the Old Master and Madam, with the maid’s help, entered.

It was still about Su Qing’s matter.

Madam: "Ah Li, in the matter of Fei’er.... this time, why not grant Ah Qing’s wish."

"During your absence, Bingchao and his wife were always good to me, and both Fei’er and Ah Qing are good children, so you...."

Su Bingchao, however, cleverly redirected the old couple to deal with her.

If the original owner stood here, they might have softened, but now it was her, Su Li.

Su Li turned cold, blandly asking, "Do you also think I’m wrong?"

The Old Master was infuriated, "Not saying you’re wrong, but your actions lack kindness."

Ah, the passage of years and time had faded that pure emotion that kept the original owner longing.

Her place had long been usurped.

It turns out nothing is eternal.

Seeing Su Li remain indifferent, the Old Master tapped his cane and sternly said, "Also, don’t repeat what you said to your brother."

"Although not biologically mine, he’s long surpassed that bond."

"If you still acknowledge us as your parents, you should heed your brother this once; it’s rare for him to speak out in front of me."

This time, even emotional blackmail was used.

Yet again, useful against the original owner, ineffective against her, Su Li.

What she did for the original owner was her will, not an obligation.

Su Li grew impatient, gently waving her hand twice, sending a gentle spiritual breeze.

In the next second, the scene before the Old Master and Madam changed.

The gate of Su Li’s small courtyard closed before them.

Su Li’s voice echoed over the entire Su Family residence, heard not only by the old couple but also by Su Bingchao, his wife, and others in the house.

"Once both of you pass, I will naturally leave; until then, casual people should not approach this courtyard, or face the consequences."

Those who heard this looked at each other in shock.

Su Li’s attitude quickly spread throughout Jiangnan City.

People in the city understood the Immortal’s stance, so visits to the Su Family became scarce.

After the old couple passed away one after the other, Su Li also immediately left.

From then on, the Su Family had no connection with the original owner.

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extra (ii)

"Master, Master, what’s wrong...." Leng Piaopiao screamed in panic, consumed by immense fear.

At this moment, Su Xuan’s condition was far from good.

His white robes were stained with full red plum blossoms, wretched yet beautiful, yet enough to horrify.

Her master was a God Transformation Daoist; who could wound him so if it wasn’t the Demon Path’s Dacheng Ancestor?

To Leng Piaopiao’s fearful concern, Su Xuan merely gave a chilly glance and said faintly, "Too noisy."

Leng Piaopiao’s voice was abruptly cut off, as if her throat was clamped like a duck’s, and the remaining concerns and doubts were stifled back.

She stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the aloof master before her.