Must Eradicate the Roots

“Student Su Yu.”

Chen Tiannan looked at Su Yu as he opened the door, and an exceptionally amiable smile instantly spread across his face.

There was not the slightest trace of a Martial King’s arrogance.

He bowed slightly, adopting an extremely humble posture.

“My rebellious son has offended you.”

“Today, I, Chen Tiannan, have brought this beast here to personally apologize!”

As he spoke, Chen Tiannan abruptly turned around and kicked the back of Chen Feng’s knee.

Bang!

Chen Feng’s legs buckled, and he fell directly to his knees in front of Su Yu.

The movement tugged at the wounds on his face, making him suck in pained breaths, yet he did not dare utter a single complaint.

Su Yu looked at the father and son expressionlessly.

Then he stepped aside.

“Come in and talk.”

Chen Tiannan entered the living room.

The moment he saw Nie Changkong sitting on the sofa, he immediately bowed respectfully.

“Vice Principal Nie is here as well.”

Nie Changkong did not even raise his eyelids. He merely gave a faint grunt of acknowledgment.

Chen Tiannan was not embarrassed in the slightest.

He took a silver storage ring from his robes and offered it to Su Yu with both hands.

“Student Su Yu.”

“There’s one hundred billion in cash inside.”

“To gather this much cash, the Chen family had to sell off three mines, which is why we were delayed for a night. I hope you’ll forgive us.”

Su Yu accepted the ring.

His spiritual power swept through it lightly.

Inside were mountains of specially made combination-lock cases, all packed with brand-new Dragon Coins.

Not a single coin was missing.

Seeing Su Yu accept the ring, Chen Tiannan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterward, he took out an exquisite jade box.

Click.

The jade box opened.

An astonishingly rich medicinal fragrance, thick with blood energy, instantly filled the entire living room.

Two entirely crimson ginseng roots, shaped almost like human figures, lay quietly inside the jade box.

“These are two three-thousand-year-old Blood Spirit Ginseng roots,” Chen Tiannan said sincerely.

“They are remarkably effective for strengthening the foundation, replenishing the body, and increasing blood energy.”

“Consider them a small personal gift from me—a token of compensation to help ease Student Su Yu’s shock.”

Su Yu looked at the two Blood Spirit Ginseng roots.

He did not stand on ceremony and reached out to take them.

“Patriarch Chen is too kind.”

The money had been accepted, and the medicine had been taken.

That settled the matter between them.

Seeing Su Yu accept the gifts, the smile at the corners of Chen Tiannan’s mouth grew even wider.

He had come today not only to apologize, but more importantly, to build a relationship!

An eighteen-year-old prodigy who had comprehended manifested spear intent would certainly become a Martial Emperor in the future.

If he did not cling to such a powerful ally now, when would he?

Chen Tiannan cleared his throat and changed the subject.

“Student Su Yu.”

“I heard that yesterday, you won the Chen family’s Formless Tribulation Blade from my rebellious son.”

At those words, Nie Changkong, who had been drinking water nearby, paused slightly.

Was he trying to get it back?

The old man glanced at Chen Tiannan inconspicuously. His eyelids remained only half raised, but his ears instantly perked up.

If this fellow Chen dared to try and forcibly seize it, Nie Changkong would absolutely smash a teacup straight into the man’s face!

Chen Tiannan looked at Su Yu and said with complete sincerity, “That spiritual power technique is a high-grade Heaven-ranked technique.”

“Its cultivation route is exceptionally obscure, and the method of condensing spiritual power is even more dangerous.”

“Without guidance from an elder’s secret technique, it is extremely easy to suffer cultivation deviation and injure one’s sea of consciousness!”

Chen Tiannan patted his chest, putting on a righteous and solemn expression.

“Since Student Su Yu has obtained the jade slip, that means you and it are fated to meet.”

“I am unworthy, but I have immersed myself in this technique for several decades and can barely be considered somewhat accomplished.”

“If Student Su Yu encounters anything you do not understand while comprehending it…”

“I am willing to personally guide you!”

“I will impart everything I know without holding anything back!”

Chen Tiannan’s words were impeccably delivered.

He had demonstrated the Chen family’s generosity while naturally extending an olive branch, attempting to draw closer to Su Yu by offering to guide him in the technique.

However—

The instant Chen Tiannan finished speaking—

“Pfft—!”

Nie Changkong, sitting on the sofa, spat out an entire mouthful of water!

“Ahem, ahem, ahem…”

Nie Changkong coughed violently, his old face turning bright red.

Chen Tiannan froze for a moment, then hurriedly asked with concern, “Vice Principal, are you all right?”

“I’m fine… Ahem… I’m fine…”

Nie Changkong waved his hand while fiercely biting down on his teeth, desperately suppressing the corners of his mouth, which were trying to curl upward.

He looked at Chen Tiannan’s earnest expression.

He was practically laughing himself to death inside!

You’ll personally guide him?!

You’re a Martial King, and you want to teach someone whose spiritual power has already reached the Martial King level—and who has even condensed the Formless: Soul-Slaying throwing knife?!

He mastered the Chen family’s ultimate treasure to perfection in just four hours!

That throwing knife had even made an old Martial Emperor like himself feel his soul tremble!

What could you possibly teach him?!

Are you planning to use your half-baked skills—the ones you spent decades barely gaining entry into—to teach him?

This is nothing but an amateur showing off in front of a master!

Like Guan Yu playing with a broadsword in front of Lu Ban!

Nie Changkong was laughing so hard inside that his stomach cramped.

But he could not say any of it.

To conceal Su Yu’s astonishing talent, and to protect this unparalleled prodigy, he had to guard this secret with his life.

“Patriarch Chen… We appreciate your kindness…”

Nie Changkong took several deep breaths before he could barely steady his voice.

“Su Yu… can figure it out on his own…”

Su Yu also looked at Chen Tiannan.

His tone was calm.

“Thank you for your kindness, Patriarch Chen.”

“But I’ve already practiced it to a sufficient level. I don’t need any guidance for the time being.”

Practiced it to a sufficient level?

Chen Tiannan secretly shook his head.

Young people really were too arrogant.

A high-grade Heaven-ranked spiritual power technique—could a freshman like Su Yu really have practiced it to a sufficient level after looking at it for only one night?

He probably had not even understood the meridian diagram on the first page.

Still, Chen Tiannan did not expose him.

There was plenty of time.

Once Su Yu hit a wall and suffered cultivation deviation, Chen Tiannan would step in to save him. By then, the favor he earned would be even greater.

“Since that is the case, I will not disturb you any further.”

Chen Tiannan knew when to stop. He cupped his fists.

“Student Su Yu, you are welcome to visit the Chen family anytime you are free.”

With that, Chen Tiannan grabbed the kneeling Chen Feng and turned to leave the apartment.

Bang.

The moment the Chen family father and son left, the door slammed shut.

The smile vanished from Nie Changkong’s face.

In its place was an aura of murderous hostility so cold and intense that it seemed capable of freezing the air.

He turned and looked at Su Yu.

“The money has been collected.”

“Now, it’s time to handle the real business.”

Nie Changkong stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the campus of Capital Martial University.

“Last night, I interrogated that assassin called Shadow Blade through the night.”

“That fellow had an iron will, but under my Martial Emperor pressure and soul-searching secret technique, he still revealed some information.”

Nie Changkong turned around.

Killing intent flashed in his eyes.

“I obtained the location of an important Abyss Order stronghold in the outskirts of the capital!”

“They have stockpiled resources there, along with a group of sleeper agents responsible for infiltrating the capital.”

“Moreover, according to Shadow Blade, the person in charge of that stronghold is only at the peak of the Martial Spirit realm!”

Nie Changkong stared at Su Yu.

“They dared to reach their hands into Capital Martial University. They dared to assassinate the special-grade freshman I personally selected.”

“This debt must be repaid in blood!”

“Su Yu.”

Nie Changkong’s voice was unusually solemn.

“Do you want to come with me and launch a crusade against the Abyss Order?!”

Su Yu raised his head.

There was not the slightest hesitation in his deep, crystalline eyes.

He nodded directly.

“I’m going.”

They’ve already put a knife to their own necks.

If we can still tolerate that,

then there’s no point in practicing martial arts.

We must wipe them out completely!

“Good!”

Nie Changkong gave Su Yu’s shoulder a hearty slap.

“That’s the spirit!”

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