Su Zimo was stunned as well when he looked at Nangong Sheng who was scared to death.
"Is my Dao title already that scary?"
Su Zimo laughed self-deprecatingly.
After the battle of Heaven and Earth Valley, the words' Dao Lord Araki Takeshi 'had almost become a taboo!
The cultivators of Tianhuang Mainland were shocked at the mention of it.
That battle was way too tragic.
Although Dao Lord Araki Takeshi was eventually exiled by a Half-Martial Ancestor, there were way too many Conjoint Body Mighty Figures that died in Heaven and Earth Valley. Apart from the catastrophe of the North Region 10,000 years ago, there was no other battle that could compare to this one!
If not for the presence of the experts of the primordial races and the descent of the Half-Martial Ancestors, the experts of the super sects would have been suppressed by Araki Takeshi!
Although the three aristocratic families were not involved, the cultivation world of the South Region was still shocked when the news spread.
Nangong Sheng was considered a figure in the vicinity of Beiming Town.
However, he was merely Genying Zhenjun.
He was already shocked by Su Zimo's methods and was on the verge of breaking down. Now that he heard the words' Araki Takeshi ', his soul dissipated and his Dao dissipated!
Su Zimo took off their storage bags and stuffed them into his robes.
His Essence Spirit was restrained and he could not use Dharmic powers. It was also inconvenient for him to destroy the corpses. As such, he carried their corpses and threw them into the nearest forest.
At that moment, the night was dark.
In the forest, birds and beasts ran amok. Roars rose and fell one after another. Every corner of the forest was playing out a massacre.
The corpses of the three Genying Zhenjun would be eaten by demon beasts before long after they were thrown in.
After doing that, Su Zimo clapped his hands and turned to leave, returning to Beiming Town.
Beiming Xue was still breathing in the room. She did not notice anything from the beginning to the end.
She did not know that someone had helped her resolve a life and death calamity earlier on!
Su Zimo smiled indifferently and returned to his room, closing his eyes to rest.
He did not intend to tell Kitsune about this.
In Su Zimo's eyes, the three Genying Zhenjun were as insignificant as ants. This matter was as easy as lifting a finger.
The next morning, Kitsune made breakfast and sent it to Su Zimo's room.
Su Zimo casually took out the three storage pouches from last night and handed them to Kitsune, saying, "Take them, I have no use for them."
"This is …"
Kitsune took the three storage bags and glanced at them. Her heart skipped a beat.
"Is this Genying Zhenjun's storage bag?"
Kitsune asked tentatively.
"I guess so."
Su Zimo said.
Kitsune asked again, "Where did Mr. Su get it?"
"I picked it up when I went out last night."
Su Zimo said casually.
Kitsune pursed her lips and did not continue asking.
In fact, there was a small unique symbol on the three storage bags. Unless one looked carefully, it was hard to notice.
However, Kitsune was a member of the Kitami clan after all. Naturally, she was extremely familiar with the symbol.
If she was not mistaken, the symbol on the three storage bags was from the Nangong family!
These were the storage bags of the Nangong family, the third Genying Zhenjun!
Even though Su Zimo said it calmly, Kitsune could sense a hint of bloodthirst in his tone!
Kitsune was smart and did not continue asking.
She kept the three storage bags in her own storage bag.
There was a spirit consciousness seal on Genying Zhenjun's storage bag. Her cultivation realm was not high enough and she could not erase it yet.
She had to cultivate her Essence Spirit first.
"There's still more than a year before the Aristocratic Family Competition, right?"
Su Zimo asked casually.
"Yes."
Kitsune nodded.
Su Zimo raised his head and looked at Kitsune, asking again, "Do you want revenge?"
Kitsune lowered her head slightly.
After a long silence, she said slowly, "Yes."
Su Zimo could tell that there was a hint of melancholy in this young girl's eyes.
The Beiming family had long declined. Compared to the Dongfang family, it was like an ant facing a divine elephant.
Kitsune and Dongfang Zhi had a huge difference in status as well.
Dongfang Zhi was high and mighty like a princess.
On the other hand, she was just a lowly mortal struggling in the mortal world.
Even though she had already cultivated the Blood Qi Jin Dan and her combat strength was much stronger than before, she could not escape her current fate.
Her life was still in the hands of the Dongfang family.
"Go and cultivate. You've just cultivated the Blood Qi Jin Dan. Don't slack off."
Su Zimo smiled and said, "The last three transformations of Wu Dao's Nine Transformations are the essence of the Martial Sutra. If you can cultivate to the last transformation, you can suppress all the prodigies of the younger generation of the three aristocratic families in the aristocratic family competition a year later! "
Beiming Xue nodded solemnly.
Actually, she still felt bitter in her heart.
Even if her combat strength was heaven-defying, she could not offend the prodigies of the three aristocratic families.
She was fine. At most, she would die.
However, she was worried that she would implicate her brother and the Kitami clan.
There were still many restraints and fetters in her heart.
The reason why she let Nangong Yu go yesterday was also because of various restraints.
In the pugilistic world, there was no freedom. It was not that easy to take revenge!
Su Zimo could naturally see the worries in Kitsune's heart.
However, he did not say much.
All these years, he had been hiding here and living in seclusion. He had almost never fought or revealed his identity. The reason why he wanted to give Kitsune enough time and space to grow.
Once his identity was exposed, there would be endless trouble waiting for him.
At that time, he would be too busy to take care of himself and would not have the time and energy to teach Kitsune.
However, just because Su Zimo did not make a move, it did not mean that he would not make a move!
Right now, Su Zimo was like a sleeping True Dragon, quiet and unmoving. Everything was calm.
Once a True Dragon opened its eyes, it would be shocking!
"The aristocratic family competition …"
Su Zimo narrowed his eyes and murmured.
…
Ten days later, at the Nangong residence.
In the meeting hall, Nangong Yu sat in the middle with a bewildered expression. A few bloodied clothes were piled at her feet and there was a trace of fear in the depths of her eyes.
A few elders sat below her with grim expressions.
"Does that mean that the old master and the other two are already dead?"
An elder asked with a frown.
Nangong Yu nodded and pointed at the bloodied clothes at her feet. "There's no mistake. Father was wearing this Daoist robe before he left."
An elder said with a puzzled expression, "I went to the forest to take a look. The strongest cultivator was a Jin Dan realm spirit demon. How did the old master and the others die there?"
"Could there be some powerful fiend demon hidden in there and killed the old master?" Another elder said.
"Impossible!"
Nangong Yu shook her head and gritted her teeth. "How can there be such a coincidence? My father went to Beiming Town and something happened to him!"
"Are you saying that there's an expert in Beiming Town?"
An elder frowned. "Right now, the strongest person in the Kitami clan is their clan leader, Genying Zhenjun. He doesn't have much lifespan left and his combat strength can't even compare to mine. How can he be a match for the old master?"
"It's not him."
Nangong Yu shook her head as a sickly green figure flashed through her mind. Her heart skipped a beat as she murmured, "Could it be him?"
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