Confronting Su Wuyong

"Nine Revolutions Heavenly Demon Formula!"

Inside the room, Lin Yaoyao contemplated the cultivation art Su Hao had passed down to him, and shock gradually welled up in his heart.

Cultivation arts were ranked high and low. What Lin Yaoyao currently cultivated was the lowest-grade Qi Condensation Art, worlds apart from the art Su Hao had given him.

"Brother Hao, this... is far too precious. I don't even know what to say." Lin Yaoyao looked at Su Hao sincerely.

To cultivators, cultivation arts could be ranked first in importance!

Without a good cultivation art, even if your talent defied the heavens and you possessed endless resources, if you could not refine or absorb them, it would all be wasted.

Moreover, cultivation arts were terrifyingly valuable. Even the most basic art Lin Yaoyao cultivated cost around a hundred low-grade spirit stones. In Lin Yaoyao's eyes, Su Hao's art was at least ten times more precious.

In truth, he had still underestimated this formula. The Nine Revolutions Heavenly Demon Formula had been derived from the Supreme Heavenly Demon Art. Compared to basic cultivation arts, its value surpassed them by thousands upon thousands of times!

Not only did this cultivation art absorb spiritual energy faster, it also cultivated both the Dao and the body, strengthening magical power and the flesh simultaneously.

"Remember this: you must never tell a second person about this art. Not even if you die. And I've left a restriction within the formula. If you do not speak of it, no one can take it from you!"

Su Hao said solemnly.

Though the Nine Revolutions Heavenly Demon Formula contained only one percent of the profound mysteries of the Supreme Heavenly Demon Art, if it were exposed, it would surely stir up a tremendous storm. The masters of countless great sects would go mad for it.

After all, this was a formula created by an Immortal Emperor. It could not be found in the mortal world, and even in the Immortal Realm, it was a priceless treasure.

"I understand. I won't speak of it even in death," Lin Yaoyao said gravely.

"Cultivate according to this art from now on. As I said before, the stronger you become, the greater the help you'll be to me. If you want to repay me, the most direct way is to become strong!"

"Brother Hao, don't worry. I, Lin Yaoyao, know what to do." Lin Yaoyao clenched his fists.

The night passed without a word. Early the next morning, when dawn had just broken, the Supreme Elder was already packed and ready to depart.

"Patriarch, you must work hard. If you enter an immortal sect, the status of our Su Family can rise another level. One day, sooner or later, we'll become the number one family in Great Flame City!"

The Supreme Elder said earnestly.

He did not hold such great expectations for the First Elder's son entering an immortal sect. He simply did not think highly of Su Wuyong, and it was difficult to predict what his future would hold.

But Su Hao was different.

The talent he had displayed was extraordinarily terrifying.

Moreover, Su Hao had a powerful alchemist behind him. Su Jingshan knew that once Su Hao grew, he would be a dragon soaring through the nine heavens, and the Su Family would soar into the skies with him.

"I have no interest in becoming the number one family in Great Flame City," Su Hao said casually.

"But that's your father's greatest wish." The Supreme Elder spoke without so much as a blush. He had long since seen that Su Hao had little interest in controlling the Su Family.

Ever since Su Hao had taken the position of Patriarch, the large and small affairs of the family had actually been handled by him all along.

Su Hao smiled. He had no interest in making the Su Family the number one family in Great Flame City, but becoming the number one family in the Great Xia Dynasty was something that interested him greatly.

Great Flame City was too small.

The Supreme Elder, Su Hao, and Lin Yaoyao mounted fine steeds and turned into three streaks of light as they departed. By the following morning, they had entered Wind City.

Wind City was more than three times larger than Great Flame City. Among the seventy-two cities of the Great Xia Dynasty, it was considered mid-tier.

Upon entering the city, they headed straight for a huge courtyard deep within it. An enormous crowd had already gathered there. Selecting disciples for an immortal sect was a major event; nearly everyone who knew about it had come. Even if they could not join, merely witnessing the bearing of immortal sect members was a fortunate thing.

"It really is lively."

Su Hao looked at the clamor before him, and his heart stirred as well.

"Su Hao!"

Just as he was looking around, a somewhat cold voice came from the side. Several people pushed through the crowd and appeared before Su Hao.

Su Wuyong.

With one glance, Su Hao saw the chill in the other man's eyes. He snorted coldly and said, "Su Wuyong, shouldn't you pay your respects when you see the Patriarch?"

"Insolence! Who do you think you are, daring to make Senior Brother Su pay respects to you? Are you courting death?" A seventeen- or eighteen-year-old youth beside Su Wuyong immediately shouted coldly.

"Hmph, you don't know what's good for you. My brother is an immortal sect disciple—why would he fear some Patriarch like you? Besides, my brother is at the fourth level of Qi Condensation. Can your bullshit Patriarch position compare?" Su Wuyan spoke with venomous resentment. The loss he had suffered at Su Hao's hands had remained etched in his heart.

The First Elder stood to the side. Though he did not speak, his face was full of cold sneers. Today, Su Hao would be finished for good.

"You've gone too far. As members of the Su Family, no matter where you are, the Patriarch comes first." The Supreme Elder spoke up.

"Old bastard, get lost. Did I allow you to speak? What Supreme Elder? Say another word and I'll kill you." Su Wuyong shouted coldly, showing the Supreme Elder not the slightest respect.

"You!"

Su Jingshan gritted his teeth.

Three years ago, when Su Wuyong had joined the immortal sect, he had personally escorted him here. By seniority, he was even Su Wuyong's grandfather's generation, yet the other man was so disrespectful.

"Don't think too highly of yourself. I can't be bothered to touch you because you're old. Otherwise, just for the way you treated my father, killing you ten times would be more than justified."

Su Wuyong shouted coldly, then looked at Su Hao and said, "I'll give you one chance. Step down from the position of Patriarch immediately and kowtow to admit your mistake. Then I can agree to merely cripple your cultivation and spare your life."

Su Hao narrowed his eyes.

"Courting death!"

Lin Yaoyao flew into a rage and stepped forward. His towering two-meter frame brought immense pressure, while his sandbag-sized fist had already thundered out, shooting straight for the other man's face.

Su Wuyong sneered. He was at the fourth level of Qi Condensation, and an immortal sect disciple besides. He threw out an explosive punch as well.

In his eyes, that punch was enough to destroy Lin Yaoyao.

But—

Bang!

The two fists collided, air currents bursting outward. Yet amid the miserable cries, it was Su Wuyong who staggered back, his face filled with terror.

Lin Yaoyao's body swayed, but he stubbornly refused to retreat. His cultivation had reached the fourth level of Qi Condensation, and under the effects of the Nine Revolutions Heavenly Demon Formula, his strength erupted even further.

He could not claim to instantly kill opponents of the same level, but ordinary fourth-level Qi Condensation cultivators were like ants before him.

"He's an immortal sect disciple, and he's been in the sect for three years already. You've completely surpassed him." Su Hao looked at Lin Yaoyao and said, "Remember this: you're stronger than an immortal sect disciple!"

Lin Yaoyao had talent, and he had the cultivation technique bestowed by Su Hao. What he lacked now was confidence.

The confidence to charge forward without hesitation, believing himself invincible!

"I understand, Brother Hao. Immortal sect disciples aren't all that impressive either." Lin Yaoyao sneered, casting a contemptuous glance at Su Wuyong.

The group left directly.

Only then did those few people snap out of their shock. Su Wuyong's expression was incomparably savage. He had meant to act domineeringly, only to be knocked to the ground outright. Moreover, Ling Feng's words had been the ultimate disdain toward him, sending the fury in his heart soaring to the heavens.

Hmph, who knows where you found this expert. If I were facing you, I'd punch you to death! Su Wuyong shouted coldly in his heart. Then he suddenly sneered and muttered, "Fine. Go ahead and be arrogant. You'll have plenty of time to cry later!"