Su Yuexi's Past

If anyone from the Great Shang Dynasty military were present, they would understand just how terrifying the killing intent of the Invincible Divine General, Sikong Jing, truly was.

At that moment, the servants were so suppressed they could barely breathe.

It was only when Sikong Jing withdrew his killing intent that they finally gasped for air. Suddenly, one servant asked, "Ten times the repayment? Are you serious?"

"I never go back on my word," Sikong Jing replied with a cold gaze.

Aunt Li clutched her face and asked spitefully, "And what if you can't come up with it?"

"Then my life is yours. Isn't that what Su Zhengtao wanted when he instigated you to come here and cause trouble?" Sikong Jing stated flatly.

With Grandfather Su cutting off their financial supply, it was impossible for the servants to revolt and demand payment without Su Zhengtao pulling the strings behind the scenes.

"Fine, fine, fine. You said it yourself," Aunt Li sneered. "Let's go..."

"Stop!"

Seeing the servants turn to leave, Sikong Jing barked a command: "Leave the items behind."

The male servant, still holding the silk belonging to Mei Xiaofang, had no choice but to throw it back at Sikong Jing with a look of resentment.

In the blink of an eye, all the servants had departed.

Sikong Jing picked up the silk and handed it to Mei Xiaofang. "Mother-in-law..."

Before he could finish, a palm wind whipped out from Mei Xiaofang's direction.

Sikong Jing reacted instantly, swiftly catching her hand. "Mother-in-law, what are you doing?"

"You still have the nerve to ask me what I'm doing?"

"If you hadn't crippled Su Yang, would that old immortal Su Xuefeng have cut off our family's allowance?"

"And what was that you just said? Ten times the repayment? Where are we supposed to find ten times the wages? We don't even have a single copper coin left; you spent it all on the wedding ceremony last night, do you know that?"

Mei Xiaofang stared at Sikong Jing with bloodshot eyes, roaring incessantly.

"Ever since I married into the Su Clan, I have never been this miserable. Even during the ten years since Yuexi's father was severely injured, I could still scrape by, but after you appeared, could things possibly get any worse?"

"If Su Yuexi is a jinx, you are a jinx ten times over."

The betrayal of the servants caused the emotions Mei Xiaofang had suppressed for ten years to completely collapse.

Sikong Jing stood there blankly, gently releasing Mei Xiaofang's hand, and said earnestly, "Mother-in-law, you don't need to worry about money. Within three days, I will ensure you are no longer struggling, and we won't need a single copper coin from the Su Clan anymore."

Sikong Jing had lived through bitter times as a child and understood the pain of empty pockets.

But for him, making money was not difficult; he simply needed three days to raise his cultivation realm once more.

Mei Xiaofang stared at him coldly, finally sneering, "Fine. If you can't come up with it in three days, then just kill yourself."

"That way, our family will finally have some peace."

With that, Mei Xiaofang turned and walked toward her room, looking utterly dejected, not even bothering to voice her doubts.

At this, Su Yuexi, who had been unable to get a word in, called out, "Mother..."

Mei Xiaofang paused and interrupted, "Your father has fallen into a coma again. Do not let him know about this. I won't allow you to upset him further... He cannot handle your agitation!"

Mei Xiaofang's back looked desolate, her shoulders trembling as she finally disappeared into the courtyard.

Watching her mother's retreating figure, Su Yuexi lowered her head in grievance, her expression pained.

Sikong Jing remained silent for a moment before suddenly asking, "Yuexi, is it only because of your appearance that your mother always takes her anger out on you?"

He could understand everything else, and he didn't mind the lack of trust in himself.

But hearing her constantly called a jinx made him feel deeply uncomfortable. Could his father-in-law's severe injury really be blamed on Yuexi?

"It's not that. My father's injury ten years ago was directly related to me."

As Su Yuexi spoke, Sikong Jing felt a jolt in his mind and listened intently.

"When I was eight years old, I was playing outside when a young nobleman took a fancy to me and wanted to take me as his servant."

"He forcibly brought me back to the Su Clan and demanded me from my father. My father naturally refused, but the nobleman was too powerful. He revealed his status and forced my father to agree, or else the Su Clan would be destroyed."

"The nobleman gave me and the Su Clan one day to say our goodbyes."

"And when I woke up the next day, I had suddenly turned into what I am now."

Sikong Jing's eyes widened. After she suddenly became ugly, the nobleman surely wouldn't have wanted Su Yuexi anymore, and he would have certainly believed that her parents had played a trick, making his fury easy to imagine.

"What happened next?" Sikong Jing asked urgently.

"When the nobleman was in a blind rage, my sister stepped forward and said she was willing to take my place and become his servant."

Sikong Jing felt another jolt, only then realizing that Su Yuexi was the second daughter of the Su Clan and had an older sister.

"My sister, Su Yuexian, was taken away, but the nobleman believed my sister was far inferior to me, so my father still had to be punished. After that battle, my father was... severely injured," Su Yuexi explained, biting her lip.

Sikong Jing was dazed, suddenly realizing that the Crimson Spider Poison was likely administered to Su Yuexi by her own sister.

It was done to ensure Su Yuexi wouldn't be taken away by the nobleman.

At the time, Su Yuexian was also young and hadn't considered the impact that becoming ugly would have on her sister.

"My disfigurement led to my sister being taken away. There has been no news of her for ten years, and every time Mother thinks of it, she wipes away tears in secret."

"It was also because of me that Father was severely injured."

"I don't know why I became ugly. Everyone suspected that Father and Mother did it on purpose, but it really wasn't them... I saw many doctors, and they all said this was a congenital defect."

"I wish so much that I had been the one taken away. Then my sister wouldn't have left, and Father and Mother wouldn't have had to suffer such grievances."

As she spoke, large tears slid down Su Yuexi's cheeks, her pain absolute.

Sikong Jing finally understood why Mei Xiaofang's attitude toward Su Yuexi was so harsh.

"Who was that noble young master?" A flash of killing intent crossed Sikong Jing's eyes.

The one who caused all of this was not Su Yuexi.

It was that overbearing and tyrannical noble young master; he was the one who wounded his father-in-law and took Su Yuexi's sister away.

One could only imagine how bewildered and helpless eight-year-old Su Yuexi must have been back then, and how much ruthless blame she had endured over these past ten years. Yet, the root of it all was that noble young master.

Shaking her head, Su Yuexi replied, "Perhaps Father knows, but he never says."

Sikong Jing understood; the identity of this noble young master was likely terrifying, and it would be useless for Su Yuexi to know it.

Thinking of this, he could only comfort her, "Everything will get better. I will definitely get the money within three days."

Lifting her eyelids slightly, Su Yuexi gave a soft response, though it was unclear whether she believed him or not.

For the next two days, Su Yuexi's home remained very quiet.

Su Zhenglong woke up once during that time. After asking if Grandfather Su and Su Zhengtao had taken any retaliatory actions, he fell back into a peaceful sleep, as Mei Xiaofang and Su Yuexi both told him that nothing had happened.

During these two days, Sikong Jing mostly stayed in his room to cultivate, only opening his door at noon on the third day.

He left Su Mansion alone.

Strolling leisurely through the streets of Yunye City, he soon stopped in front of a building called the Heaven Martial Pavilion. This was a place that sold martial arts techniques and cultivation methods, and it also purchased them.

Sikong Jing's way of making money was, naturally, to sell a martial arts technique here.