Su Changqing: I'm Laying My Cards on the Table, I'm Your Senior Brother

The fire below raged even more intensely, igniting all thousand-plus corpses. Flames surged toward the sky, and the thick smoke made lingering impossible.

The remaining two red-robed eunuchs struggled for only a moment before perishing here, burned to ashes.

By the time he stepped out of the dark, narrow cave, the outside world was just beginning to brighten.

Morning mist permeated the air, and the trees were lush and verdant, appearing freshly watered. Dewdrops dripped from the tips of their leaves, scattering like tiny crystals.

Su Changqing realized with a start that it was already early morning.

"An entire night. This battle was truly difficult," Zhou Chu said softly, his face blackened, holding his long saber.

So many people had died – the East Factory, Imperial Guard, and Cloud Dragon Village bandits.

It was practically on par with a small-scale war.

And this war had merely originated from the Empress's simple wish: "I want to see the scenery of Cloud Dragon Mountain."

Cloud Dragon Mountain, where mountains connected to water and water to mountains.

Seven peaks echoed each other, illuminated by the morning mist. They stretched as vast as the heavens, and a rainbow of colors appeared, ethereal and dreamlike.

"Our Suppression Bureau has won a great victory!" Jin Yichuan shouted.

"Great victory!"

"Great victory!"

As they descended, Zuo Qianhu remained unconscious. The Earth Fiend Life-and-Death Tribulation was too arduous, especially since he had no True Qi left. Even with the considerable amount Su Changqing and Jin Yichuan had infused into him, it was like a drop in the ocean.

He needed a Martial Dao Grand Saint realm expert to help him activate the Earth Fiend's power.

There were Martial Dao Grand Saint experts within the Imperial Guard, but whether he could truly break through depended on Zuo Qianhu's own fortune.

Several large ships sailed on Cloud Dragon Lake, cutting through the waves and heading straight for Chang'an City.

The Suppression Bureau's banner fluttered from the bow of the ship.

They had traveled overland and kept their presence hidden on the way here.

Now that they had annihilated all the bandits of Cloud Dragon Village, they could openly travel by boat.

Su Changqing, clad in a gold-embroidered Flying Fish Robe and with the Snow Drifting saber at his waist, stood at the bow.

Many Imperial Guards looked at him, their hearts surging with emotion.

Today, they had witnessed the rise of Commander Su.

The young man's posture was tall and straight, his demeanor exceptionally handsome. His Flying Fish Robe was as dark as ink and spotlessly clean, reflecting the early morning sun. The mist swirled around him.

His lustrous black hair cascaded over his shoulders, the gold-embroidered Flying Fish Robe fluttering in the wind, making him appear peerless. His face was resolute, as if he were an immortal descended to the mortal realm.

"With Su Changqing, our Suppression Bureau is stronger than ten Tai Longs," Jin Yichuan praised.

Tai Long had indeed died miserably. While cleaning up, some Imperial Guards discovered he had drowned in the depths of the lake.

In addition, a Thousand-Year Old Clam had been brought ashore by Jin Yichuan's men.

Presenting this item to the higher authorities would be a great merit, especially the pearl the size of a woman's fist.

Jin Yichuan speculated that Tai Long might have been tempted by the treasure and, in his greed, missed his chance to breathe.

But regardless, drowning in water was a unique fate for Tai Long.

"Su Changqing is very loyal. Not only did he risk his life to save me, but he also braved danger to rescue Zuo Qianhu. I must get to know him better when I have the chance. He's so much better than Tai Long and his disciple."

Jin Yichuan murmured this to himself.

He was unaware that without Su Changqing... he likely wouldn't have suffered such a fate himself.

"Commander Su, that..." Zhou Chu stepped forward and cupped his fists slightly.

"What is it?" Su Changqing asked, frowning slightly.

"That woman... she's already been sent to Commander Su's room."

Upon hearing this, Su Changqing's eyes narrowed as he looked at Zhou Chu. "When did I say I wanted her sent to my room?"

Jiang Xingxing was indeed exceptionally beautiful. Her legs were long and slender, and although her skin wasn't as flawless as condensed snow, she had a tall figure and exquisite features.

But Feng Qingxue and Lin Yuchan, who was inferior to her?

Su Changqing wasn't interested in beauty.

He would just listen to the system's comments.

"Ravage for ten days?" Cooperate with the system, then make Jiang Xingxing resent him?

Su Changqing had a better plan.

During this expedition to the Seven Mountains of Cloud Dragon, Ye Ronghuo, Li Kongxiang, and others had died, but Gongsun Wuji was definitely still alive. Su Changqing hadn't interfered in that matter.

Without the Three Slashes of Buried Flowers' Snow Drifting Human World, no one could open the tomb of the Flower Burial Martial Saint.

Gongsun Wuji was also a piece in Su Changqing's anticipated plan.

Only Jiang Xingxing knows this blade currently.

She will be a pawn for Su Changqing.

As for beauty, no matter how outstanding your talent, amazing aptitude, or peerless grace, in Su Changqing's eyes, it's all fleeting like passing clouds.

When the hundred-year limit arrives, even the fairest are but skeletons in red.

Su Changqing wishes to step into the Martial Saint realm, using Profound Heaven True Qi to increase his lifespan and forge a supreme physical body.

Shattering the Void is difficult, with only a few people in the world capable of it.

However, he has a hidden move, but before Ji Xingyue rises, he needs to become stronger.

"My path is arduous, I tread carefully, and I will never regret it."

Su Changqing whispered softly in his heart, his deep eyes gazing at the clear blue waves before him.

One day passed. Three thousand people from the Suppression Bureau came, but only one thousand seven hundred and eighty-three returned, with over a thousand dead.

Attacking Cloud Dragon Mountain was difficult for everyone except Su Changqing, who led the charge in breaking the mountain.

But in the end, seven Xiantian Realm red-robed eunuchs died, along with eight hundred people from the East and West Factories.

The Divine Marquis did not blame them. Instead, he sent a person from the Earth Fiend realm to treat Zuo Qianhu's injuries.

Within the Suppression Bureau, in Commander Su's courtyard.

Su Changqing stood beneath the large banyan tree, silent for a moment. A shocking thought suddenly occurred to him.

"The seventy-two Earth Fiends and thirty-six Heavenly Gang, are they not formations, but people cultivated by the Divine Marquis?"

In his previous life, those people in Number One Under Heaven were weak, but not necessarily, after all, they were dealing with the stronger Heaven, Earth, and Yellow.

"If that's the case, when disaster strikes, I will leave the Suppression Bureau."

Su Changqing stroked Snow Drifting, ice crystals swirling around his fingertips. His heart felt cold, his eyes narrowed, and he spoke softly.

His only act of willfulness was in the Cold Palace, when he was just starting out and saved Ji Xingyue.

No matter how chaotic things became, he would not join any faction, and neither would Ji Xingyue.

"The Earth Fiends have initially mastered the power of heaven and earth. When Zuo Qianhu returns, I wonder if A Chinese Ghost Story will be activated."

Su Changqing pondered for a moment, then stopped thinking about it and pushed the door open.

Inside, there was a table and a chair, with no other decorations. On the bed, a woman with clear, cold eyes dressed in red was the best decoration.

Her red robes draped to her toes, her legs long and straight. She was tied tightly to the bed, her cold eyes fixed on Su Changqing.

"Scoundrel!" Jiang Xingxing mumbled, her mouth gagged.

"You know, you should be dead," Su Changqing said calmly, standing by the table and pouring himself a glass of water.

"You are cultivating the Three Slashes of Buried Flowers, and your first slash hasn't even begun. I really don't know how Martial Uncle taught you before."

Jiang Xingxing froze in place.

He walked up to Jiang Xingxing and removed the cloth gagging her mouth.

They looked at each other face-to-face, their proximity creating a fragrant allure that stirred emotions.

Jiang Xingxing's eyes shifted. Her eyelashes were long, like two crescent moons, gracefully captivating, making Su Changqing's heart flutter.

"You damned Imperial Guard, you're still trying to trick me!" Jiang Xingxing said coldly.

"If I were trying to trick you, how would I know about the Three Slashes of Buried Flowers? This blade originates from the Eastern Seas, Fusang. The first slash is called Snow Drifting in the Mortal Realm."

Su Changqing calmly stared at her.