"You really don't hold back at all!"
Qin Feng couldn't help rolling his eyes. He felt like a hired hand.
But he didn't have time to deal with the little thing just then. He quickly tossed Ye Long and the others' Divine Artifacts into the Purple Heaven Yin Yang Cauldron, then formed one spell seal after another and sent them into the cauldron.
The scene shifted to the Su family's old residence.
People were constantly coming and going from Su Wan's bedroom.
Lin San and Zhao Changsheng stood outside the door, and no one had paid them any attention from beginning to end.
"They really do look down on people!"
Zhao Changsheng snorted in annoyance.
He had thought that after squeezing that scourge Qin Feng out of the picture, he could show off a little and save Su Wan. Then she would offer herself to him in gratitude, and he'd receive a betrothal gift, marry into the Su family, and study the Supreme Heavenly Book.
He could even find himself a few clever, adorable, well-behaved little maids to keep him company day and night, and live a life of poetry and romance, with red sleeves adding fragrance by his side.
Who could have guessed that Su Fei, a heavily pregnant woman who wasn't even divorced, had no eye for talent at all? She'd rather go outside and find some quack doctors to treat Su Wan than trust the skills of her own live-in son-in-law.
"Exactly, exactly!"
Qingqing nodded angrily, feeling that the Su family looked down on people.
After all, her master was a disciple of the Immortal Alliance's Library Pavilion. He wasn't just proficient in martial arts; he also knew a thing or two about the Sword Dao, medicine, alchemy, Buddhism, Artifact Refining, formations...
A mere mortal wound was