Even a Banished Immortal Has Hatred

"He's out! Look, the Xiao Clan's people are coming out!"

"Huh? That's not right. They're actually still alive!"

"Not only are they alive, they don't even have a single injury on them. When they came out, they were even smiling brightly!"

"How is that possible? Could that Killing Demon not be in Falling Immortal Stream?"

"I knew it sounded unreliable. That Killing Demon is so terrifying—how could he possibly live in seclusion in a place like Falling Immortal Stream? Immortal? That doesn't fit his temperament at all! The place he... the place he lives in should be called Demon Abyss!"

The young master of the Jialie Family, Jialie Ao, muttered, a trace of fear actually in his eyes.

Ten years ago, he had just turned ten, right at the age when a young boy first began to understand certain things.

That night, he had tied up a graceful, fairly pretty maid and was preparing to take her back to his room to enjoy.

Unexpectedly, a black shadow filled with chilling killing intent had suddenly descended. With only a single look, it scared him into wetting himself on the spot. To this day, whenever he did that sort of thing, he still had a psychological shadow, often becoming a three-second man.

"Then... then are we still making a move? Hiss."

"Make a move? Move my ass! Do you dare? Or you? Didn't you see they even brought out the Xiao Clan's Flame Chariot?"

"It's said the Flame Chariot is the Xiao Clan's highest-standard honor carriage. It has always only been used by the person with the highest prestige in the entire Xiao Clan. Ever since Xiao Lin of the Xiao Clan passed away, no one has ever seen the Xiao Clan use the Flame Chariot again. This time, they sent the Flame Chariot to Falling Immortal Stream. There's only one possibility!"

"Could they be... bringing that mysterious expert back to the Xiao Clan?"

"Hurry back to the clan and prepare generous gifts! I'm going to pay a visit to the Xiao Clan!"

A grand sedan, dark red throughout and imposing in bearing, set out from Falling Immortal Stream and was carried in a mighty procession toward the Xiao Clan estate.

The moment the Flame Chariot appeared, Jialie Bi and Aoba Pa were greatly alarmed.

It was said that several hundred years ago, all of Wu Tan City had actually belonged to the Xiao Clan. The clan had even possessed experts at the Dou Wang and Dou Emperor levels. Back then, the Xiao Clan had even built friendships with several of the strongest forces in the Jia Ma Empire.

It was just that, as time passed, no one knew why, but the Xiao Clan's strength grew weaker and weaker. By the time Xiao Lin, the Xiao Clan's grandfather, passed away, the entire Xiao Clan no longer had even a single Dou Wang.

After another dozen or so years, the Xiao Clan declined even further. Only then did the Jialie Family and the Aoba Family seize the opportunity to rise, forming the current situation in Wu Tan City where three families dominated together.

And this Flame Chariot had been the carriage of the Xiao Clan's strongest expert back then, glorious for a time. It was said that when the Flame Chariot appeared, even the imperial family had to bow in salute. One could imagine just how glorious the Xiao Clan had been then.

No wonder Xiao Yan's grandfather, Xiao Lin, had been able to befriend the Nalan Family Head, one of the Three Great Clans of the Jia Ma Empire at the time, and even arrange a Childhood Engagement between both sides' Grandson and Granddaughter.

However, the Xiao Clan's glory in the Jia Ma Empire had already been a matter from a hundred years ago. Now, even clan heads of the Three Great Clans like Jialie Bi and Aoba Pa had only seen scattered records about the Flame Chariot in Wu Tan City's history.

Just like that, the Flame Chariot carried Su Qingyun out of Falling Immortal Stream in grand style and headed for the Xiao Clan.

Along the way, it drew countless passersby to watch.

The entire Wu Tan City was shaken by it.

Such a luxurious and noble carriage proceeding down the city's main avenue, escorted by two of the Xiao Clan's main guard teams, truly made it hard not to attract attention.

Pedestrians craned their necks and could not help discussing it one after another:

"What big shot is in that chariot? To make the Xiao Clan value them so much?"

"They actually have Dou Shi experts escorting it. Could the person inside be from the empire's Three Great Clans, or even the imperial family?"

"The skies of Wu Tan City are about to change!"

Even the Xiao Clan's younger generation widened their eyes, faces filled with disbelief.

"Isn't that our Xiao Clan's auspicious chariot? I see this Flame Chariot every time we worship the ancestors. Why was it carried out this time?"

"Who's sitting on it?"

"It can't be Xiao Zhan, right? Although he's the Clan Head, he still hasn't even touched the tail of the Dou Wang realm. What right does he have to sit in the Flame Chariot?"

A young girl whose childishness had not yet fully faded, yet who carried a faint charm, possessing an air that combined purity and allure, covered her mouth as well. Xiao Mei said in shock:

"No way, right? Uncle Xiao Zhan shouldn't do something like this. Who exactly is sitting on there?"

Xiao Ning narrowed his eyes. "I'm going back to find Grandfather. I want to see who has such nerve, daring to sit in the Flame Chariot!"

When Xiao Ning found the Great Elder, the Great Elder just happened to be looking for him too. Seeing Xiao Ning, he was very pleased:

"Ning'er, you came at just the right time. Hurry and write a letter to your sister, telling her to put aside everything at Jia Nan Academy and rush back immediately, immediately! Whether she can grasp this lifetime's happiness depends on this one chance!"

Hearing this, Xiao Ning froze entirely. "Wh-what???"

"What are you standing there for? Why aren't you going? If you, Stinky Kid, dare ruin This Old Man's Major Event, This Old Man will kill you!"

Xiao Ning: Huh? (°ー°〃)...

And just as Wu Tan City was in an uproar and hotly discussing the matter of the Flame Chariot carrying a mysterious person to the Xiao Clan, Su Qingyun, who had returned in the Flame Chariot, was already accompanied by Xun'er, Xiao Zhan, and Xiao Yan.

Within the Xiao Clan's territory, they found a treasured landscape spot with "Jade Belt Around Waist."

A river like a jade belt wound over and encircled the Mountain Peaks. In the distance, cooking smoke curled up, carrying the charm of a farming household.

After bringing Su Qingyun to the place, Xiao Zhan returned to the Xiao Clan, prepared incense, and knelt three times and kowtowed nine times in the Xiao Clan's Ancestral Hall, saying again and again, "The ancestors have truly blessed us, allowing my ordinary, equally ordinary-talented Yan'er to become acquainted with such a transcendent, peerless figure. Xiao Zhan kowtows here to thank the ancestors and express gratitude to the ancestors' spirits in heaven!"

On Jade Belt Mountain.

Su Qingyun also found a secluded place for Xiao Yan, allowing him to peacefully absorb the Dou Qi Grass.

He and Xun'er stood at the summit of the Mountain Peaks, scattering several handfuls of paper money, letting it drift with the wind.

Su Qingyun gazed into the distance. As he looked at the territories governed by the Aoba Family and the Jialie Family, his fists clenched before he realized it.

As if sensing Su Qingyun's emotions, Xun'er hugged Su Qingyun from behind, her pair of fair, soft hands holding Su Qingyun's fists. "Brother Qingyun, are you thinking about what happened back then again?"

"I have never forgotten."

"If, ten years ago, I had arrived one hour earlier, it would have been better."

"This isn't your fault. I was the one who got Grandma killed. Back then, you being able to save me was already a great kindness to me. Grandma's revenge—I will personally take it!"

The young man with an immortal, dustless, worldly-transcending air finally became tainted by a trace of mortal aura at this moment. But that did not reduce his charm; instead, it made Xun'er stare even more intently:

Serious, angry Brother Qingyun gave people a special sense of security and handsomeness.

Fourteen years ago, Su Qingyun had transmigrated here and become an infant. An Old Grandma with a walking stick had raised him to adulthood.

But unexpectedly, as Su Qingyun grew up, more and more people took a fancy to Su Qingyun's talent and appearance, causing the life of the old and the young to become unsettled.

There was no lack of wealthy households that wanted to spend money to buy Su Qingyun, but all were refused by the Old Grandma.

Yet in this world where the weak are prey to the strong and strength reigns supreme, there was no reason to speak of. The people of the Jialie Family and the Aoba Family both took a fancy to Su Qingyun and seized him through trickery and force.

In the end, they forced the Old Grandma who had raised Su Qingyun to be burned alive, her ashes scattering through this world with the wind.

If Xiao Xun'er and Ling Ying had not rushed over, perhaps Su Qingyun would already be the Beloved Son-in-Law of the Jialie Family or the Aoba Family by now! And that mysterious expert who had suddenly come to the door back then and slain the two families' Da Dou Shi experts was none other than Ling Ying, who had gone to vent Su Qingyun's anger for him!

If not for Su Qingyun's firm will and his oath to personally bloody his blade with his enemies' blood, Ling Ying might have been unable to hold back and directly wiped out these two families back then!

Thinking of this, a blood-red hue surfaced in Su Qingyun's immortal eyes. The scenes from back then were still vivid in his mind! However, very soon, blood would flow like rivers in Wu Tan City.

He had endured for ten years, all for the sake of perfecting the Immortal Emperor's Physique and rising with the wind! Xun'er felt a little heartache for Su Qingyun: Brother Qingyun must have suffered greatly in his heart these ten years.

Similarly, deep within Xun'er's eyes, there was also a kind of anticipation: She truly looked forward to the day Brother Qingyun became powerful and personally destroyed the Jialie Family and the Aoba Family. Brother Qingyun, as immortal as a spirit, standing in a pool of blood—what kind of sight would that be?

Who could have imagined that this young man, who seemed detached from the world and possessed the air of a Banished Immortal in every gesture, had once endured suffering too?