Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1592 I Don't Care About These Titles
Although Su Fan did not want to take Wei Xiaomo as a concubine, he knew in his heart that he probably didn't have the final say on this matter.

Wei Xiaomo's intentions in following the Wei family patriarch to the Su family are obvious; she is clearly determined to cling to him.

Anyone else who dared to scheme against Su Fan like this would have already been beheaded and their soul destroyed.
But he owed Wei Xiaomo a heavy debt of gratitude, which became a shackle binding his ferocity.

Su Fan was known for his cruelty and ruthlessness, and acted recklessly, but he still held onto a set of principles.

That means being vengeful and having a clear sense of right and wrong.

What is owed must eventually be repaid.

Seeing his solemn expression, as if covered in frost, and the frighteningly low aura around him, the senior sister immediately suppressed her smile and obediently calmed down.

She knew Su Fan too well and guessed that this matter was probably not so simple, so she tiptoed over and spoke with a hint of probing.

"Su Fan... what's wrong with you?" Her voice was gentle, as if she were carefully touching his tense nerves.

Hearing his senior sister's concerned inquiry, Su Fan forced a bitter smile.

The people in this room are all his most trusted family members: Luo Guyin, Gu Qinghuan, and Li Miaoxue, who are all like-minded to him.

So he suppressed his inner turmoil and told Wei Xiaomo all about her troubles.

As soon as the words were spoken, Luo Guyin and her senior sister's expressions changed drastically. Their previous ease and comfort vanished, replaced by a sense of solemnity.

If Wei Xiaomo is indeed the reincarnation of that terrifyingly powerful being, such a person would not be so easily taken into the Su family as a concubine.

Everyone hesitated, and the room was so quiet that they could hear each other breathing.

Just then, Gu Qinghuan suddenly broke the silence with a cold laugh, her tone carrying a hint of nonchalant confidence.

"If you ask me, if she wants to join the Su family, then let her come..."

At this point, she chuckled softly twice, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes.

"Anyway, I want to see what it is about our Su family that makes her so scheming and covetous..."

Upon hearing this, the senior sister took the opportunity to put her arm around Su Fan's arm, raised her hand and gently punched him, her tone tinged with a hint of teasing.

"The only thing Su Fan can think about is our man, the pillar of strength in the family..."

Luo Guyin nodded in agreement, his expression calm.

"Let's put this matter aside for now and wait for the Wei family patriarch to come and discuss it. We should delay as long as possible and first try to find out what they're capable of..."

Su Fan stood up from the ground and said urgently, "I'll go out and hide for a while. Just tell them I'm in seclusion and can't see anyone..."

The senior sister couldn't help but roll her eyes, reached out and grabbed his sleeve, pulling him back to his original seat, her tone carrying a hint of reproach.

"Do you think they're stupid? The moment you stepped back into the Su family's gates, the Wei family probably already knew where you were. There's no escaping it..."

Su Fan was taken aback, but upon reflection, he realized that what was said was absolutely true.

Since there's no way to avoid it, it's better to face it honestly and ask Wei Xiaomo about her true thoughts when she comes to the Su family again. It's better than feeling so uneasy.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the vexation in his heart, and temporarily putting this mess out of his mind.

With a flick of his finger, Su Fan took out two lustrous jade bottles from his storage ring and gently placed them in front of Luo Guyin.

"These are two bottles of pills I obtained in the outer realms. They are said to be a reward from the Daoist sects of the human race in the upper realm. You should keep them..."

Upon hearing Su Fan's words, Luo Guyin froze on the spot, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Not only her, but also her senior sister, Gu Qinghuan and the others were all shocked, their eyes fixed on the two jade bottles, their eyes surging with fervor and awe.

Those were objects from the upper realm, things that cultivators of their realm could only dream of but never attain.

The Yuanmang constellation is generally peaceful and stable, unlike the Zuokun constellation which is rife with conflict and chaos.

Apart from a handful of top cultivators from the Great World, no one else in the Yuanmang Constellation is even qualified to come into contact with the Upper Realm.

Because of its scarcity and remoteness, the upper realm became a sacred and inviolable existence in their hearts, giving rise to almost fanatical worship.

Seeing the undisguised fervor in their eyes, Su Fan secretly curled his lip, his heart unmoved, even carrying a hint of sneer.

He had personally witnessed the hypocrisy, ugliness, and deceit of the Taoist sects of the Upper Realm in the Zuo Kun constellation.

Those so-called powerful beings from the upper realm are nothing but selfish people in a glamorous guise; they have absolutely no goodwill towards the upper realm.

Luo Guyin was stunned for a long time before she could barely steady her trembling body. She reached out her hand shakily and carefully picked up the jade bottle, as if she were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

She gently unscrewed a bottle, and the rich, mellow fragrance of the medicinal pills instantly filled the entire room.

The fragrance was crisp yet powerful, seeping into every part of my body with every breath.

Luo Guyin couldn't help but shiver, her meridians trembling slightly, and even her soul seemed to be nourished and relaxed.

Seeing her so agitated and out of control, Su Fan rolled his eyes. "Do you have to be so dramatic?"

Su Fan has quite a few pills like these in his possession, and not only pills, but also many other cultivation resources bestowed upon him by the upper realm.

"These two bottles of pills, one can help you break through the barrier of your cultivation realm, and the other can stabilize your cultivation foundation. With me currently overseeing the Su family, you should take these and go into seclusion..."

Luo Guyin was still deeply troubled; she knew better than anyone the value of those two bottles of pills.

With these two bottles of pills from the upper realm, she will surely be able to break through her current bottleneck and even reach new heights, breaking through to the Void Refinement Realm.

She carefully put the jade bottle away, stood up, and bowed respectfully to Su Fan. No words were needed; the gratitude and determination in her eyes spoke volumes.

He then hurriedly left the hermitage, eager to go into seclusion.

As soon as Luo Guyin left, her senior sister immediately clung to Su Fan, tightly hugging his arm, her tone full of excitement and curiosity.

"Master...that really is a pill from the upper realm..."

Su Fan reached out and wrapped his arm around her slender waist, a roguish smile playing on his lips.

"Of course it's true... Back then, during the Zuo Kun constellation war, the human and demon races in the upper realm fought a great battle, and the flames of war spread to the lower realm. In order to win over the cultivators of the lower realm, the upper realm bestowed a lot of cultivation resources, and these pills were obtained at that time..."

The three of them also need to improve their cultivation level as soon as possible; it won't do if they stay at the Nascent Soul stage forever.

These words instantly piqued the interest of Gu Qinghuan and Li Miaoxue, who both crowded around.

Gu Qinghuan took his other arm, her tone playfully probing.

"Master... do you still have any of those elixirs from the upper realms...?"

Even the usually shy and timid Li Miaoxue mustered up the courage to gently hug him from behind, her soft cheeks rubbing against his back, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz but filled with anticipation.

"Master...I want it too..."

Having been in seclusion for ten years, Su Fan had been holding back his pent-up anger. Surrounded by his Daoist partners speaking so tenderly and gently, the heat in his heart surged up instantly, and he could no longer restrain himself.

As night faded, the morning light was shrouded in a thin, gray mist.

The light, drizzling rain began to fall without warning, as soft as cow's hair and as veiled as a thin gauze around the old Su family house.

The air was filled with the damp scent of grass and trees, a quietude tinged with an eerie oppressive atmosphere. Su Fan, who had been fast asleep, suddenly opened his eyes. The heat that had enveloped him vanished, replaced by a strange chill.

He propped himself up from the tatami mat, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings, and his heart sank.

He was the only one in the hermitage. He clearly remembered sleeping with three fellow Daoists in his arms last night.

But now, only messy bedding remained on the bed, and not a single person was in sight.

Something's not right...

Although he didn't sense any murderous intent or unusual spiritual energy fluctuations, his intuition told him that something was very wrong.

Su Fan quietly circulated his spiritual energy, got up, pushed open the door, and stepped into the courtyard.

The raindrops fell on his shoulders, carrying a chilling coolness that made him even more alert.

As soon as Su Fan entered the courtyard, a petite figure came into view, standing in the center of the courtyard with her back to him.

A robe in the style of the Demon Sun Divine Palace fluttered gently in the light breeze and drizzle, the hem of the skirt sweeping across the puddles on the ground, creating tiny ripples.

The figure was slender yet upright, surrounded by a faint, cool aura that blended with the hazy rain scene, creating an unreal and eerie atmosphere.

“Wei Xiaomo…”

Su Fan murmured to himself. The moment he recognized the figure, a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head. His scalp tingled, every hair on his body stood on end, and even his breathing became somewhat labored.

He instantly realized that he had been dragged into a dream, or rather, that Wei Xiaomo had forcibly invaded his dream world.

The Demonic Sect's Illusionist Path employs countless similar methods.

But he is now a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, with a refined soul, so ordinary illusion techniques cannot get close to him.

Now, he was being dragged into a dream without anyone noticing, which was an insult to his strength and made him even more wary.

As Su Fan was pondering to himself, Wei Xiaomo slowly turned around.

She still had that pretty, youthful face, but her eyes had long lost their former clarity and innocence, replaced by an unfathomable majesty.

Her gaze fell upon him with an almost tangible intensity, carrying an indifferent detachment that commanded respect and made him dare not harbor the slightest thought of disrespect.

Her aura also changed, becoming an indescribable quiet and aloofness, as if nothing in the world mattered to her, detached from the dust of the world, exuding an aura of dignified and unassailable power.

Su Fan was all too familiar with this aura; it was even etched into his very being.

The witch goddess from back then has the same temperament as Wei Xiaomo now.

Su Fan suppressed the turmoil in his heart and, without the slightest hesitation, bowed deeply to Wei Xiaomo, his tone respectful and restrained.

"Junior Su Fan greets Senior..."

Wei Xiaomo nodded expressionlessly, her voice calm and even, yet carrying an undeniable certainty.

"In a few days, I will have my ancestor come to propose marriage. Please accept me as your wife..."

Su Fan got angry as soon as he heard this and subconsciously retorted, his tone tinged with urgency and helplessness.

"Senior...you are of noble status, how can you stoop to be a concubine? This is absolutely unacceptable..."

He wasn't deliberately trying to shirk responsibility; he simply knew that such a powerful being reincarnated must have a wide-ranging backstory.

Wei Xiaomo gently shook her head, a faint warmth flashing in her eyes, so fleeting as to be almost imperceptible. Her tone remained calm, yet it carried a touch more sincerity.

"It doesn't matter, I don't care about these titles. I feel very comfortable when I'm with you..."

Upon hearing this, Su Fan's resistance instantly crumbled, leaving only deep helplessness.

He looked up at Wei Xiaomo's dignified yet serious eyes, knowing he had no room to refuse, and could only nod with a wry smile in agreement.

Seeing that he had agreed, Wei Xiaomo nodded again, raised her hand and waved it lightly, her tone casual.

"Alright, I should go back now..."

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure vanished like smoke into the drizzle, leaving no trace, as if she had never existed.

"call……"

Just then, Su Fan suddenly opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

His forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, and the back of his clothes was soaked, clinging to his skin and radiating a bone-chilling cold.

He looked around, still shaken. The room was dimly lit, and his three Daoist companions were fast asleep beside him, their hands and feet casually resting on him, their breathing even.

The dream I just had was terrifyingly real; the oppressive feeling and the lingering fear still seem to linger around me.

Su Fan carefully moved his hands and feet off his body, stood up quietly, and stepped into the courtyard again.

The rain was still falling, and the courtyard was empty except for the puddles reflecting the gray sky.

He looked at the spot where Wei Xiaomo had stood in his dream, took a deep breath, and felt the dampness in the air fill his lungs, which slightly calmed the fear in his heart.

Damn it, they even came knocking on our door.

Now that things have come to this, he no longer harbors any illusions.

Even if he was extremely unwilling to take Wei Xiaomo as a concubine, it was probably already a foregone conclusion.

This reincarnated powerful figure from the upper realm, even though he is only at the Golden Core stage now, possesses unfathomable depth and methods that are far beyond what he can contend with.

He was certain that Wei Xiaomo had a trump card up her sleeve to save her life.

It's best to avoid provoking such a terrifying being if possible.

Fortunately, judging from Wei Xiaomo's attitude in the dream, she had no ill intentions towards him.

In the following days, Su Fan stopped thinking about Wei Xiaomo and devoted himself to the management of the family.

He made a special trip to the former Daoist Hall of the Jiang family and discovered that the Jiang family actually inherited more than ten Daoist traditions, which can be described as extremely profound.

Moreover, the Jiang family's original secret vault also contained a large number of rare treasures, all of which were the finest of the finest.

Of course, Su Fan wouldn't be interested in the things in the Jiang family's original secret vault.

He wandered for hundreds of years, during which time he acquired countless rare treasures, as well as many Taoist traditions, secret Taoist techniques, and classic texts.

He collected all the rare cultivation materials and various lineages he had into the family's secret vault and library, so that future generations of the family could study and peruse them.

Of course, Su Fan didn't take out any of the cultivation resources bestowed upon him by the upper realm.

Furthermore, he did not receive the dragon hides and bones from the family's secret treasury.

Once these things get out, the Su family will never have a moment's peace; it will be filled with all sorts of trouble and messy affairs.

(End of this chapter)