Shui Bing'er's Father Comes Calling (Please Subscribe)

When he entered the room, he found someone seated in the chair by the window.

The man looked to be just over forty and wore a dark blue brocade robe.

He sat upright and composed, as if he had not broken into someone else's dormitory in the middle of the night, but were sitting in his own study.

"Who are you?"

"Don't be afraid. I mean no harm."

Hearing that, Wu Changkong remained wary. He could not gauge this man's strength.

"Who exactly are you? Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

Shui Yu closed the forging notes in his hand, set them back on the table, and turned around.

His gaze swept over Wu Changkong. Bare-chested, holding a longsword, drenched from head to toe—yet his expression remained calm and his eyes clear.

That string of reactions was more than impressive.

"My late-night visit has been rather presumptuous."

"I am Shui Yu, Shui Bing'er's father."

"Hm?"

Wu Changkong was utterly baffled. "Really?"

"Of course."

Wu Changkong studied his face. He did bear some resemblance to the two sisters.

He lowered his guard somewhat and said, "Senior, Bing'er and Yue'er's dorm is next door. If you're looking for them..."

"No, I came to find you."

"What does Senior need from me?"

"Then I'll be direct."

"Do you like my eldest daughter?"

Wu Changkong had not expected Shui Yu to ask so bluntly.

But he was straightforward by nature as well. He nodded. "Yes, I like Shui Bing'er. Did Senior come here to stop me?"

Shui Yu looked at him in silence for a moment, then shook his head.

He walked over to Wu Changkong and examined him again from head to toe.

"I heard about you from Qinghan."

"Thirteen years old, rank thirty-nine, with three thousand-year soul rings."

"However," Shui Yu changed the subject, "hearsay is unreliable; seeing is believing."

"I want to see for myself whether your strength is truly enough to deserve my Bing'er."

"How?"

"A pressure test."

"I'll use my soul power pressure to test the limit of what you can endure."

"Under pressure, a person's true strength cannot be hidden."

"Physical strength, willpower, soul power quality—before pressure, all of it will be exposed. Are you willing to accept?"

Wu Changkong thought for a moment, then nodded.

He could roughly guess Shui Yu's soul power rank.

As the head of the Shui Family, he was at least a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse.

Using his current rank thirty-nine soul power to directly withstand the pressure of a Soul Douluo—put nicely, that was admirable courage; put bluntly, it was overestimating himself.

But Wu Changkong knew that Shui Yu would not truly hurt him.

First, he was someone Shui Bing'er liked.

Second, he was the only male student Heavenwater Academy had made an exception to admit, personally approved by Shui Qinghan.

Whether for public or private reasons, Shui Yu would not go all out against him.

The essence of this test was not to make things difficult for him, but to assess his worth.

"Then please instruct me, Senior."

Shui Yu nodded slightly, a trace of approval flashing in his eyes.

He raised his right hand, and a cold, majestic soul power pressure surged from his body. In an instant, the temperature throughout the room dropped by more than ten degrees.

He did not unleash his full strength from the start. Instead, he kept the pressure at around twenty percent before bringing it down upon Wu Changkong.

Wu Changkong stood where he was, his feet slightly apart at shoulder width, his body utterly motionless.

When the twenty percent pressure fell upon him, he felt only a faint chill brush over his skin—not even enough to make him frown.

His breathing remained steady, and his expression calm.

"Senior, is that all?"

Shui Yu's brow lifted slightly.

Though he had only used twenty percent of his pressure, it was still the pressure of a rank eighty-six Soul Douluo. An ordinary Soul Elder would have gone weak at the knees and broken out in a cold sweat under even twenty percent of it.

Yet this boy's breathing had not even faltered. He even had the leisure to provoke him.

"How is that possible?"

He let out a quiet laugh, then flipped his right hand. The intensity of the pressure abruptly rose to forty percent.

Forty percent pressure was enough to strain even Soul Ancestors of the same rank.

The air in the room suddenly grew heavy, as though a giant palm were slowly pressing down from above.

Wu Changkong felt a bone-piercing chill rush in from every direction, every pore forced to endure that crushing force.

He activated the Mysterious Heaven Technique. Pure soul power surged from his dantian and rapidly flowed through every meridian in his body.

At the same time, his waist bent by a few degrees.

It was not because he could no longer endure it, but because his body was instinctively adjusting its center of gravity, distributing the pressure across every joint instead of forcing one part to bear it alone.

"Senior, is that all?"

"Good boy." A trace of surprise flashed through Shui Yu's eyes.

Even Shui Bing'er might not have been able to withstand forty percent of his pressure.

Yet this youth before him remained calm aside from bending his waist by a few degrees.

"Good, again." There was a hint of excitement in Shui Yu's voice.

Fifty percent pressure.

The room's temperature plunged below freezing, and a layer of frost spread across the window glass at a visible speed.

Fifty percent pressure was an intensity only a Soul King-level powerhouse could achieve by releasing their full strength. It had already far exceeded the scope of testing a Soul Elder.

Wu Changkong felt a mountain-like force pour down from above. His knees suddenly buckled, and his right knee slammed into the floor with a bang.

His left knee bent as well, and he ultimately dropped to one knee.

Holding the Skyfrost Sword, he used it as a medium to multiply his resistance to the pressure.

At the same time, sword qi protected his body.

When his sword intent collided with the pressure, it emitted a hum, slicing away the crushing force layer by layer.

Shui Yu's eyelid twitched sharply.

He saw it clearly—this boy not only possessed astonishing physical strength, but more importantly, that sword intent.

It was not something an ordinary Soul Elder could possess. It was an "intent" born only when one had cultivated the sword into one's very bones.

Such sword intent was generally seen only in Sword Martial Souls and on Soul Emperors. Yet this thirteen-year-old youth's sword intent was sharper than that of most Soul King-level Sword Martial Soul masters.

"Your physical strength is nowhere near the Soul Elder level."

"As a Soul Elder, you can withstand fifty percent of my pressure. Your body has at least reached the level of tempering of a Soul Emperor."

"And the sharpness of your sword qi—such talent is something I have never seen in my life."

Wu Changkong raised his head, a smile curling at his lips. "Senior, do we still need to continue?"

Because if they continued, his greatest trump card, his Sword Intent Domain, would be exposed.

It was an ability that combined sword qi and spiritual power, so terrifyingly powerful that even Soul Emperors would fear it.

"No need."

With a flick of Shui Yu's wrist, the immense pressure instantly withdrew, and the room's temperature slowly began to rise again.

"You are even more gifted than I imagined."

He extended a hand and personally helped Wu Changkong, who was kneeling on one knee, back to his feet.

"When Qinghan praised you to me earlier, I still had some reservations."

"After all, hearsay is unreliable and seeing is believing. Now it seems she not only did not exaggerate, she was actually too restrained."