Su Zimo and Song Qi arrived at Ping Yang Town one after another.
Afraid of attracting attention, Su Zimo asked Song Qi to keep his flying sword and followed him to the Su residence.
The door of the Su residence was tightly shut. Su Zimo had excellent hearing and could vaguely hear the intermittent sobbing in the residence. It was very familiar. It was Su Xiaoning.
Su Zimo frowned. He took a step forward, exerted strength in his arms and pushed the door open.
With a crack, the beam behind the door broke.
"Who is it!"
Soon, more than ten guards in black armor rushed out. Their eyes were red and murderous. These people were stunned when they saw Su Zimo.
"Second Young Master?"
Su Zimo nodded and led Song Qi in the direction of the sobbing.
Song Qi's gaze swept over these guards and was secretly shocked.
He could naturally feel that these guards had a strong murderous aura. They were trained on the battlefield and were not ordinary martial artists.
Outside Su Hong's room, many people from the Su family were either sitting or standing. Everyone looked sorrowful and the surrounding atmosphere was extremely depressing.
"Second Young Master is back," Uncle Zheng and the rest stood up and said.
Su Zimo narrowed his eyes and asked, "How is Eldest Brother?"
Uncle Zheng looked worried and shook his head. "Let's wait for a while. Eldest Young Master is still in a coma."
Su Zimo's gaze swept past everyone in the Su family and he said in a low voice, "Now that things have come to this, do you still want to hide it?"
Everyone in the Su family exchanged glances and sighed.
"My father is Su Mu, the Duke of Wuding in the Country of Yan, right?" Su Zimo said lightly.
Everyone in the Su family's expression changed. Uncle Zheng asked in shock, "Second Young Master, you …"
"Luo Tianwu looked for me."
Upon hearing this, Uncle Zheng's eyes lit up and he sighed. "Luo Tianwu is not a kind person. He is ambitious and has always wanted to take advantage of the chaotic times to become a king. He also looked for Eldest Young Master and wanted to join forces but was rejected by him. The Su family has a feud with the King of Yan, but the Eldest Young Master does not want to implicate the people of the Yan Kingdom. "
"Your father spent his entire life in the military. The Black Armored Cavalry under his command was famous all over the world. They galloped at the borders and defended against foreign enemies. They never let the Yan Kingdom lose a single inch of land. The general once swore that he would protect the people of the Yan Kingdom for the rest of his life, so that the people would have a place to settle down and avoid the suffering of war. Eldest Young Master inherited his father's will, so naturally, he would not be willing to join forces with Luo Tianwu. "
At this point, Uncle Zheng no longer intended to hide the truth. He continued, "All these years, Eldest Young Master often went out under the cover of selling horses. In fact, he was gathering the old Black Armor troops outside. He trained them while waiting for an opportunity to take revenge."
"How many people are there now?"
"Five thousand!"
"Where are so many people hiding? How can they hide from the spies of the Yan Kingdom and the Qi Kingdom?" Su Zimo frowned.
Uncle Zheng said, "They are all hidden in the ghost village near the Yan Kingdom."
That village had been massacred by wolves a few decades ago. Not a single chicken or dog was spared. The surrounding area was desolate and no one dared to stay there. It became the best place to hide.
Su Zimo thought for a while and asked again, "Uncle Zheng previously hinted that the enemies of the Su family are Qi Refinement Warriors. What do you mean by that?"
"More than ten years ago, there were many Qi Refinement Warriors in the capital of the Yan Kingdom. They guarded the King of Yan's side. The plan to assassinate the King of Yan could only be postponed. Eldest Young Master waited bitterly for an opportunity. Finally, a month ago, the spies in the capital sent news that the King of Yan was going to the southern suburbs to hunt. "
"The Black Armored Cavalry can only unleash their greatest power in a vast area. If the Qi Refinement Warriors are not careful, they will also lose their lives. “
Su Zimo nodded.
The physical bodies of the Qi Refinement Warriors were very weak. They were not much different from ordinary people. Once the two armies charged and fought, arrows would rain down. It was very difficult for the strength of a few Qi Refinement Warriors to influence the outcome. They might even lose their lives.
Uncle Zheng shook his head and sighed. "It is a pity that this assassination failed. There are not only a few Qi Refinement Warriors by the King of Yan's side. There are dozens of them! The King of Yan has a cultivation sect as his backer! "
Upon hearing this, Su Zimo's heart skipped a beat.
In the cultivation world, if one wanted to establish a sect, the Patriarch would at least have the cultivation of the Foundation Establishment realm.
Uncle Zheng continued, "Eldest Young Master was worried that the target would be too big. He only brought a thousand over Black Armored Cavalry and scattered them into the city. In the end, they were besieged by dozens of Qi Refinement Warriors in the southern suburbs. They suffered heavy losses. Eldest Young Master was seriously injured. Out of the thousand over Black Armored Cavalry, only a dozen of them managed to escape."
Song Qi walked forward and said in a low voice, "Second Young Master Su, I have an Essence Nurturing Elixir here. It is very common in the cultivation world. It has the effect of consolidating one's foundation. Eldest Young Master should be able to use it."
"Thank you." Su Zimo nodded.
Uncle Zheng said sadly, "Physical illness is easy to treat, but mental illness is difficult to treat. The failure this time has dealt a huge blow to Eldest Young Master."
"Oh?" Su Zimo frowned and said, "Eldest Young Master has a strong will. How can he be defeated because of one setback?
Uncle Zheng smiled forlornly and sighed. "This is because Eldest Young Master knows that if the King of Yan has the support of a cultivation sect, the Su family will never be able to take revenge in this lifetime. There is nothing more sorrowful than a dead heart. This is … probably the case. "
"Eldest Young Master is awake." At this moment, Liu Yu walked out of the room and said with a grave expression.
He had just walked to the door when a strong and pungent smell of medicine wafted over.
Su Zimo turned and looked at the head of the bed. His elder brother, Su Hong, was lying quietly on the bed. His injuries were extremely serious and his life force was getting weaker.
"Brother!"
Su Xiaoning, who was guarding by Su Hong's bedside, cried out loud. She pounced into Su Zimo's arms and bawled loudly. "Eldest Young Master is seriously injured. Brother, can you think of a way?"
Su Zimo patted Su Xiaoning's back gently and comforted her softly. He helped Su Xiaoning to the side and came to Su Hong's side.
Su Hong's hair was white and he had just turned 30 years old. However, he already looked old. His face was sallow and his lips were chapped. His eyes were listless as he stared at the ceiling, as if he had lost his soul.
His hair turned white overnight. There was nothing more sorrowful than a dead heart!
When he saw his elder brother in such a state, Su Zimo's heart ached. His nose turned sour and tears welled up in his eyes.
The Su family was burdened with a blood feud but his elder brother had chosen to shoulder it alone!
For the past 16 years, this person had carefully protected his younger siblings, afraid that they would be wronged or hurt. He kept his mouth shut, afraid that they would be implicated.
For the past 16 years, this person had to shoulder the burden of hatred alone. What kind of life had he led?
In the past sixteen years, had this person ever had a good night's sleep?
For the past 16 years, this person had been living in hatred all the time. How much pain and torture had that been for him?
"Eldest Young Master …"
Su Zimo's lips trembled as he shouted.
There had never been a moment when that word came out of Su Zimo's mouth as heavy as it was now.
Su Hong turned his head slowly. His dazed gaze lingered on Su Zimo's face for a long time before he gradually regained some energy. His stiff lips moved and he squeezed out a smile, saying softly, "Zimo … you're back."
Su Zimo knelt on the ground and went forward to hold Su Hong's cold palm. He pursed his lips tightly, trying his best to hold back the tears in his eyes.
"Zimo, I can't do it anymore," Su Hong sighed softly.
When he heard that, Su Zimo could no longer hold it in. Hot tears rolled down his cheeks and stained his clothes.
For the past 18 years, this was the first time Su Zimo had cried.
Su Hong wanted to raise his arm to wipe away the tears on Su Zimo's face. However, his arm was lifted halfway and he had no strength left.
"Don't cry, don't cry. The men of the Su family only bleed and not cry."
Su Zimo pulled up his sleeves and wiped away his tears hastily, nodding his head.
"Zimo, after I die, bring Xiaoning and the Su family away from here. The further the better," Su Hong said.
Su Zimo lowered his head and remained silent. He clenched his fists and his fingernails dug deep into his flesh, causing a trace of blood to flow out.
After a while, Su Zimo raised his head and said with a calm expression, "Elder brother, recuperate well. Don't think too much."
There was something else that Su Zimo did not say.
I'll take revenge for the Su family!
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