The ground vibrated and the sound of hooves thundered.
Under the setting sun, a troop of armored cavalry charged into Ping Yang Town aggressively with spears in their hands. The leader was the Su family's guard, Liu Yu.
"Hurry, hurry!"
Liu Yu urged continuously. His forehead was covered in sweat and he looked anxious.
It had been almost six hours since Su Zimo left the Su residence. Even Uncle Zheng, who was usually calm and composed, had an endless amount of worry in his eyes.
"Mmm?"
Liu Yu's gaze froze. Not far away, a few people were fleeing in their direction with pale faces. They seemed to be extremely frightened.
"These people are the guards of the Zhao family!" Liu Yu's killing intent rose and he wanted to command his subordinates to surround these people.
Uncle Zheng suddenly said, "Don't bother about them. Let's go to the Zhao family to save them first!"
Along the way from Ping Yang Town to the Zhao family, Uncle Zheng and the rest had seen more than ten pugilistic experts. All of them looked terrified and were fleeing with all their might.
"What happened?"
Uncle Zheng and Liu Yu felt uneasy.
Before long, Uncle Zheng and Liu Yu led hundreds of armored cavalry to the entrance of the Zhao family. Just as they were about to break in, the gates of the Zhao family suddenly opened.
A man and a woman walked out.
The young girl's eyes were covered with a few layers of cloth and there were sporadic drops of blood on them. Her pretty face was pale and her petite body was still trembling slightly. She looked pitiful.
The man's clothes were tattered and stained with blood. He held a bloodstained saber in his left hand and supported the woman with his right hand as they walked out of the Zhao family's residence slowly.
Everyone's gazes passed by the couple instinctively and landed on the courtyard of the Zhao family's residence.
That was a hair-raising and unforgettable scene.
The courtyard was littered with corpses. Scarlet blood was still flowing quietly in the cracks between the stones. Some of the bodies had been split in half, some of the heads had been shattered, and some of the heads had been separated from their bodies. The severed limbs were still twitching unconsciously.
There was an aura of death and the stench of blood filled the air!
This was simply a tragic and ghastly hell!
The man was covered in blood and held a saber in his hand. He looked like a killing god who had just walked out of hell.
However, his gaze was still clear. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the man's delicate and young face, covering it with a mysterious glow.
The hundreds of cavalrymen were completely silent!
Even the horses beneath them seemed to be intimidated by an invisible aura. They lowered their heads and kept quiet out of fear.
The current Su Zimo made everyone feel that he was both unfamiliar and familiar at the same time.
Su Xiaoning seemed to have sensed something. She tore off the cloth in front of her eyes and could not help but look back at the Zhao family's courtyard.
Su Zimo stretched out his hand and blocked her gaze. He said softly, "Don't look. Go home and rest. Forget about what happened today."
"Uncle Zheng, Uncle Liu, send Xiaoning home." Su Zimo's tone sounded very calm, but for some reason, everyone present felt panic in their hearts.
Uncle Zheng nodded and Liu Yu hurriedly went forward to help Su Xiaoning onto the horse and personally escorted her to the Su Mansion.
After sending off Liu Yu and the others with his gaze, Su Zimo left slowly. His footsteps were slightly heavy, and he left behind a string of horrifying bloody footprints.
"Second Young Master, you …"
With his back to the crowd, Su Zimo waved his hand and said, "Don't follow me."
The hundreds of cavalrymen did not move. No one questioned or objected.
It was only when Su Zimo's figure disappeared at the end of the long street that everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
In the face of this seemingly frail Second Young Master of the Su family, these warriors who had experienced bloody battles felt pressured and suffocated.
"Mr Zheng, almost everyone inside is dead. There were more than ten Connate Experts, including the masters of the Zhao and Li families!" Yuchi Huo ran out from the Zhao family's courtyard and said softly.
Everyone was in an uproar.
Although everyone was mentally prepared to see the horrifying scene in the Zhao family's courtyard, no one expected that more than ten Connate Experts would be buried here in just half a day!
More importantly, the masters of the Zhao and Li families were dead. Hundreds of martial arts experts were also dead. These two families were as good as removed from Ping Yang Town.
Were all these people killed by the Second Young Master?
This was the doubt in everyone's mind.
Yuchi Huo frowned and said, "Mr Zheng, I heard from the Eldest Young Master and Liu Yu that the Second Young Master was barely comparable to an early-stage Connate Expert three months ago. How did he become so terrifying three months later?"
Mr Zheng's expression was complicated. He sighed and said, "We keep some secrets to ourselves. I'm afraid our Second Young Master has many secrets as well."
…
Su Zimo returned to his own residence. The moment he closed the door, a look of deep exhaustion appeared on his face.
Although he did not lose much blood from the wounds on his body, it was still unbearable. Moreover, Su Zimo had been fighting for the past six hours without rest. His muscles were already sore and swollen.
Su Zimo took a short break before walking into the cultivation field.
For the past six months, Su Zimo realized that he had an inexplicable reliance on the cultivation field. Only when he returned here did he feel like he had returned home.
Die Yue was still sitting on the green rock. Her expression was cold and she did not even look at Su Zimo.
Unknowingly, the wooden tub was filled with a black medicinal liquid that emitted a faint medicinal fragrance.
Su Zimo threw away the Thunderbolt Saber and dragged his heavy body into the wooden tub. Although he felt the coldness of the medicinal liquid, his heart felt warm.
Unknowingly, Su Zimo fell asleep.
After half a year of cultivation, the breathing method of the Body Tempering Sutra had become a habit. Even in his sleep, Su Zimo was still cultivating and absorbing the essence of the medicinal liquid to temper his skin and flesh.
This fight had allowed Su Zimo to touch the threshold of petrifying his flesh and blood.
If Su Zimo was awake, he would be surprised to find that the wounds on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
On one hand, it came from the strong regenerative power of his flesh and blood after cultivating the Body Tempering Sutra. On the other hand, it came from the endless essence of the medicinal liquid.
The absorption this time was much faster than usual!
After sleeping for six hours, Su Zimo woke up. His fatigue from before was swept away and his body was filled with energy.
Su Zimo's heart skipped a beat. He touched the area where he was injured today. However, he could not feel any scars, only smooth skin!
"What a strong healing ability!" Su Zimo was secretly shocked.
At the same time, Su Zimo had a flash of inspiration and secretly channeled the mental sutra of petrifying his flesh and blood.
Su Zimo could clearly feel his muscles tightening instantly. Every inch of his flesh and blood was squeezed together without any gaps and was as hard as a rock.
"This can be considered as a blessing in disguise."
Su Zimo lamented to himself, "If not for the stimulation of such external injuries, it would be difficult to understand the mysteries of petrifying flesh and blood within a short period of time."
Su Zimo stood up and said to Die Yue, "I'm going out for a while."
Die Yue did not seem to hear him and seemed to be resting with her eyes closed.
Su Zimo walked out of the cultivation field and returned to his room to change into a green robe. He then headed straight to the Su family's residence.
Su Zimo had been suppressing his anger for what happened today. He was not angry at the Zhao and Li families, but at the Su family and his elder brother, Su Hong.
It was late at night and there was no one on the long street. Su Zimo executed the Plow Heaven Stride and sprinted. He arrived at the Su family's residence in no time.
The main door of the Su family's residence was not closed. Instead, it was wide open.
Su Zimo pondered for a while and walked towards Uncle Zheng's residence.
The small courtyard was not big. There was a round stone table in the middle. Uncle Zheng was sitting there and he seemed to have been waiting for a long time.
"Second Young Master, you still came," Uncle Zheng was a little emotional.
Su Zimo sat by the stone table and looked into Uncle Zheng's eyes. He said in a low voice, "Since you know my intention, why are you still hiding it?"
Uncle Zheng smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Since we were young, Elder Brother did not allow us to learn martial arts and sent us to study outside. He also did not allow us to interfere in the family business … There were too many things. Elder Brother intentionally or unintentionally kept Xiaoning and me away from the Su family. Xiaoning is simple-minded and she could not feel it. But I have long sensed it."
Su Zimo said softly, "If Xiaoning had started learning martial arts earlier, she might not have met with this today. I can see that the people behind Uncle Zheng today are all experienced Postnatal Experts. Since the family has such power, why didn't they reveal it earlier? What kind of business is Elder Brother doing? Is he just selling horses? Why did he go to the Country of Yan to do business instead of the Country of Da Qi? "
Uncle Zheng looked troubled. He wanted to say something but stopped.
Both of them were silent and the atmosphere became extremely oppressive.
Su Zimo said something shocking. He suddenly said, "My parents were killed by someone, right?"
Uncle Zheng's expression changed and returned to normal in an instant.
"Uncle Zheng, Zimo is no longer the weak scholar he used to be. I believe you can also see what the Su family is afraid of. Who is the enemy of the Su family? Tell me! "Su Zimo held Uncle Zheng's arm, his eyes emitting a cold light.
Uncle Zheng sighed. "Second Young Master, it's not that I don't want to say it. It's that it won't do you any good if I say it. You are indeed different from before and have become stronger. You can even kill many Postnatal Experts. But … "
After pausing for a while, Uncle Zheng shook his head and said, "But that is only the power of a mortal."
Those familiar words seemed like deja vu.
Half a year ago, before Shen Meng Qi left, she told Su Zimo that even if he could reach the Postnatal or Postnatal Realm in the future, it would only be the power of a mortal. He would not be able to withstand a blow from an immortal!
Su Zimo understood the meaning behind Uncle Zheng's words.
It was just that he did not expect that many years ago, the enemy of the Su family was the legendary cultivators.
As for Su Zimo himself, he had also offended Perfected Jin Dan by accident. Everything seemed to be fate. After going around in circles, he could not walk out of that circle.
"What is the realm of the Su family's enemy? Qi Refinement Warrior? Foundation Establishment Cultivator or Perfected Jin Dan? "Su Zimo asked indifferently.
He had long heard from Die Yue that in cultivation, mortals at the Qi Condensation Realm were called Qi Refinement Warriors. They were divided into ten levels. The tenth level was the perfected level. Only Foundation Establishment Cultivators could be called Perfected Jin Dan Cultivators.
"You …"
Uncle Zheng clearly did not expect Su Zimo to know these cultivation terms. He was shocked.
After a moment, Uncle Zheng said, "Foundation Establishment Cultivators and Perfected Jin Dan Cultivators are too far away from us. Even Qi Refinement Warriors are not something that ordinary mortals can withstand."
"Although you can kill Connate Experts now, against a Qi Refinement Warrior, even a Level 1 Qi Refinement Warrior, is enough to kill you."
Su Zimo frowned slightly.
Naturally, Su Zimo did not believe Uncle Zheng's words.
According to Die Yue, demonic cultivation was also a type of cultivation. It was definitely not weaker than the immortal, Buddhist and fiend sects.
Now that he had already mastered the Body Tempering section of The Classic of the Twelve Demons of the Great Wilderness, how could he not even take down a Level 1 Qi Refinement Warrior?
Furthermore, the two killings in the past six months had boosted Su Zimo's confidence greatly.
"Uncle Zheng, you mean that if I master the power to kill a Qi Refinement Warrior, you will tell me everything and no longer hide it from me?" Su Zimo asked again.
"This …" Uncle Zheng hesitated. "Second Young Master, you do not have a spirit root. You can only be a mortal for the rest of your life. You will never be able to fight against immortals."
Su Zimo scoffed coldly. He recalled what Die Yue said and blurted out, "What kind of dogshit immortals are Qi Refinement Warriors? Even Perfected Jin Dan Cultivators do not dare to call themselves immortals!"
Back then, when Die Yue said that, Su Zimo was stunned speechless by her arrogance.
Right now, Uncle Zheng had the same expression. His mouth was slightly agape and his face was filled with shock.
"Let's wait for Young Master to return before we talk about this," Uncle Zheng finally relented.
"Alright, I'll ask Big Brother when he returns."
Su Zimo did not linger and turned to leave.
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