Su Zimo walked out of the room.
Uncle Zheng sensed that something was amiss with Su Zimo's expression. He quickly chased after him and said in a low voice, "Second Young Master, don't be silly and try to assassinate the King of Yan again. At most, the Su family will leave our hometown. The world is so big. There will be a place for us to stay."
"Uncle Zheng, you worry too much. I have never thought of assassinating the King of Yan." Su Zimo shook his head. His expression did not seem to be fake.
Uncle Zheng nodded, seemingly believing him. He said, "We plan to move to the ghost village to hide for a while. After all, there are five thousand black armored cavalry there. It will be safer there. Second Young Master, you can come along too."
"I still have something on. I will go to the ghost village to look for you after a while."
Su Zimo changed the topic. He pointed to Song Qi and said, "This is Mr. Song Qi. He is here to protect the Su family. Uncle Zheng can discuss anything with him."
Uncle Zheng did not think much. He thought that Song Qi was just a friend of Su Zimo's.
Su Zimo turned and left. He had just reached the entrance of the Su residence when Song Qi chased after him.
"Young Master Su, are you really going to the capital of the Yan kingdom?" Song Qi could vaguely sense the murderous intent in Su Zimo's heart. That was why he asked.
Su Zimo did not stop in his tracks. He did not say a word.
Song Qi chased after him again and said in a low voice, "Young Master Su, I know that you have the ability to kill Qi Refinement Warriors. You are very strong in close combat. However, that is only a one-on-one fight. You will not be able to get close to the Qi Refinement Warriors when surrounded by the vast army. You will not stand a chance!
"Even if you can kill the King of Yan, can you escape from the heavily guarded capital of the Yan kingdom?
"The capital's army, the elite Imperial Army, the siege crossbows and other lethal weapons. Coupled with the attacks of the Qi Refinement Warriors, even a Perfected Qi Refinement Warrior would not survive if he were to assassinate the king of a country, let alone you!"
"Enough!" Su Zimo turned around suddenly. His face was gloomy.
Song Qi was taken aback.
Su Zimo said expressionlessly, "Your mission is to protect the Su family. Don't bother about me!"
"But …"
Song Qi was about to persuade him again when Su Zimo waved his hand and interrupted him, saying, "I'll leave Big Brother to you. I hope you can nurse his body back to health. As for Big Brother's mental illness, I will help him treat it. "
With that, Su Zimo executed the Plow Heaven Stride and sprinted. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared before Song Qi's eyes.
There was only one medicine that could cure Su Hong's mental illness, and that was the King of Yan's brain!
Running on the streets of Ping Yang Town, Su Zimo's expression was cold. He could only feel a raging fire burning in his heart, growing stronger and stronger.
This flame could only be extinguished by the blood of his enemy!
Not long after, Su Zimo returned home. He pushed open the door and went straight to the cultivation field.
In the cultivation field, Die Yue was still sitting on the green rock. She looked indifferently at Su Zimo.
They had not seen each other for a year, but Die Yue's body had not changed at all. It was as if time could not bear to leave a single mark on her beautiful face.
Initially, Su Zimo had thought of many scenarios for their meeting, but … this was not the only one.
"I'm leaving," Su Zimo lowered his head, not daring to look at Die Yue as he said softly.
"Oh?" Die Yue raised her brows slightly.
"After leaving this time, I might … not be able to return."
"Are you going to court death?"
"You can say so."
If he wanted to enter the capital and kill the king of a country, Su Zimo would not be facing a person, but an entire country, many Qi Refinement Warriors and a cultivation sect.
A cultivation sect with Foundation Establishment Cultivators!
Su Zimo did not intend to return alive from this trip to the capital of the Country of Yan.
This farewell might be the final farewell between the two of them.
Die Yue looked at Su Zimo, a gentle look flashing across her eyes. She asked, "You know that you are going to court death, but you still want to go?"
Su Zimo remained silent.
Die Yue continued, "Actually, you have a better choice. You can choose to endure and continue cultivating until you are strong enough."
Suddenly, images flashed before Su Zimo's eyes. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to 16 years ago.
He saw his parents dying tragically under the saber.
He saw the Su family being slaughtered. Blood flowed like rivers and corpses piled up like mountains.
He saw his elder brother protecting him and Xiaoning as they escaped from the capital in a frenzy. His face was slashed by someone and he did not even realize that his face was covered in blood.
In the end, Su Zimo's gaze was fixed on his elder brother's head of white hair, yellow cheeks and empty eyes.
"What is the purpose of my cultivation?"
Su Zimo suddenly asked. He seemed to be asking Die Yue, but at the same time, he seemed to be muttering to himself.
"I'm not cultivating to endure. If I want to endure, what's wrong with me kneeling down when I bullied Perfected Cang Lang a year ago? If I want to endure, what's wrong with me begging for mercy when Zhou Dingyun comes to kill me? "
The next moment, Su Zimo raised his head abruptly and felt a surge of hot blood. His eyes were bloodshot as he shouted, "Since my heart is not at peace, I'll get rid of it! I don't care if he's the emperor of a country or a cultivation sect. If he wants to kill, I'll kill to my heart's content! It's better to live a grand life than to endure for the rest of my life. I, Su Zimo, cultivate to have a clear mind and settle grudges as I please! "
"Alright."
Die Yue nodded.
In the one and a half years of cultivation, Die Yue had never praised him. This was the first time Su Zimo heard that word from Die Yue.
"Remember what you said today. This concerns your future life and achievements," Die Yue added. However, Su Zimo could not understand.
A demonic glint flashed across Die Yue's eyes. Immediately after, a few lines of sutras appeared in Su Zimo's mind.
"This is the sutra of the Bones Strengthening section. It was taken from the divine chariot demon king. Divine chariots have a strong nature and have the ability to gallop. They are extremely tough and have an extremely strong impulse and explosive force when galloping."
"I'll teach you three more moves. Divine Chariot Dismemberment, Divine Chariot Trampling and Divine Chariot Fleeting. Try to figure it out along the way. If you can comprehend it, you might be able to fight against a Level 10 Perfected Qi Refinement Warrior."
Die Yue leaped down from the green rock and began to practice the moves.
Su Zimo did not blink as he focused. He knew that this could be his only hope to kill the King of Yan and save his life!
Very soon, Die Yue finished practicing the three moves. She looked at Su Zimo and said, "Go ahead. Let me remind you. Demonic cultivators can easily kill opponents of a higher level. Although your current strength is far inferior to a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, if you can get close to him, you will still have the chance to kill him on the spot! "
Su Zimo nodded.
The power that a Foundation Establishment Cultivator could unleash when controlling a flying sword was far superior to that of a Qi Refinement Warrior. They were also more agile and might have other offensive and life-saving means. All of these were enough to kill Su Zimo.
However, this did not mean that Foundation Establishment Cultivators had no weaknesses. Although their bodies were stronger than Qi Refinement Warriors, they were still far inferior to Su Zimo.
If Su Zimo could find a chance to get close to him, he would be able to kill someone of a higher level!
It was easy to say but in reality, it was as difficult as ascending to heaven.
Su Zimo looked at Die Yue and no longer concealed the reluctance in his eyes. He smiled gently and said, "Goodbye, Miss Die."
Die Yue turned around and waved with her back facing Su Zimo.
Su Zimo took a deep breath and walked out of the cultivation field. He looked in the direction of the capital of the Country of Yan and clenched his fists, murmuring softly, "King of Yan, wash your neck. I, Su Zimo, am coming!"
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