Xuanjian: I am the tenth son of Zhenchi, and I plot to seize the throne from Zhenlong.

Su Ming stroked his teacup in the room, feeling dejected. He had already reached the sixth level of enlightenment, but his clan had been suppressing his progress on breaking through.

It's likely that they had already made arrangements and received benefits before that slut even entered the family.

The words he had just heard were still stimulating his mind. He calmed down and thought about them carefully, and even felt that they made a lot of sense.

If such a technique truly existed, I, who had been stuck for so long, probably wouldn't even need Fu Gui's encouragement; I would have tried to cultivate it as a last resort.

He sighed, stroking the teacup, when suddenly he thought of something: it's always the underlings who are the hardest to deal with. Now that he has lost power, if he wants to eat meat today, and Fugui goes to the kitchen to get it, he'll probably be made to suffer.

He quickly straightened his robes, cast a cleansing spell to make himself look as presentable as possible, and then stepped out the door.

As Su Ming navigated the mansion, turning left and right, he could sense that while the servants he encountered along the way remained outwardly respectful, their tone was much more casual than usual.

He didn't care, only thinking about hurrying to the kitchen to find Fugui, until he passed a garden, where a fawning voice interrupted him.

In the vast emptiness, a Purple Mansion once again questioned the Purple Mansion possessing the power of life: "You really didn't seduce him? How could he, with only a embryonic breath, eavesdrop on a Qi cultivation conversation?"

The Divine Power of Fate Zifu chuckled, "Fellow Daoist, this is the extraordinary nature of Fate. Under the influence of fate, anything is possible. Let's just wait and see!"

……

Fu Gui, with a silver coin stuffed in his crotch, entered the house carrying a duck, beaming with delight. Seeing Su Ming sitting blankly in the courtyard, staring at the sword in his hand, he quickly picked up the duck, eager to claim credit:

"Hey, young master, look how plump these ducks are. If you ask me, the servants in the house still remember the mistress's kindness and specially prepared them for her..."

"Fugui, how long have you been following me?" Su Ming interrupted him, his expression calm.

Upon hearing this, Fugui naturally wouldn't miss the opportunity. He immediately knelt down with the duck in his arms. Whether it was because he had been fumigated with onions beforehand or not, tears and snot streamed down his face as soon as he wiped his hand.

He could speak without hesitation:

"This old servant has served the mistress for twenty-three years and four months. The mistress has treated this old servant well, rewarding him with some miraculous medicines, which is why this old servant's body is able to watch the young master grow up. Now it has been... nineteen years and two months!"

Upon hearing this, a flicker of pain crossed Su Ming's eyes, and he said in a strange tone, "You seem to remember it quite clearly."

Even Fu Gui, kneeling, was unsure of Su Ming's meaning, and could only continue to sob, "If the mistress sees..."

Upon hearing this, Su Ming felt a sudden wave of nausea and interrupted him in an extremely harsh tone, "Don't mention my mother again!"

"Ah~ This old servant deserves to die, this old servant deserves to die!" Fu Gui hurriedly slapped himself twice, looking terrified.

Su Ming felt even more disgusted. After so many years of service, how could someone put on such a loyal act in front of him? What kind of heart did he have?

Clinging to his last shred of hope, he asked, "All the servants in the courtyard have been dismissed by my... father. You can leave too, so why are you still here?"

Fu Gui quickly wiped away his tears, his voice earnest: "Young Master... I watched you grow up. I know what you like to eat and what kind of clothes you want to wear with just a glance. The Mistress has treated me so well, how can I leave, Young Master~"

Su Ming remained silent for a long time, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought. He calmed down completely, and then chuckled softly twice.

With a flick of his sleeve, he tossed two gleaming silver coins onto the ground.

"Nowhere~"

The silver coin bounced twice on the ground, and Fu Gui's eyes lit up with joy, thinking that his words had moved Su Ming and that he had received a reward.

But then he suddenly noticed a tooth mark on one of the teeth. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed, and the more alarmed he became.

He knelt on the ground, his eyes fixed on the silver coin. Cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead, and his inner clothes were stuck to his body, sticky and making him writhe involuntarily.

As he twisted and turned, he suddenly woke up with a start. He realized that he was trembling like crazy. He tried to speak, but found that his jaw was also chattering and his tongue was stiff. He couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

"Pfft~"

Blood gushed from his neck, splattering across most of the courtyard. His head bounced twice on the ground, like the two silver coins, before rolling to a corner.

Su Ming calmly sat back in his chair, casually cut a piece of cloth from his clothes, and carefully wiped the blood off the sword.

He then turned and went inside. Instead of performing any magic spells, he went to the kitchen in the courtyard to fetch water to wash the blood off his face, changed his clothes, tidied himself up, and then left the courtyard with his sword.

He went to the main courtyard and walked up to a middle-aged man who was looking at him with a mixture of guilt and disgust in his eyes. He lowered his brows and said casually, "Father, one of the wicked servants in my courtyard offended me, so I killed him. Send me someone else."

Upon hearing this, a look of surprise flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and a smile appeared on his previously stiff face: "Alright, alright, I'll send you a few young maids."

It seemed that his son's submissive attitude, which bore a striking resemblance to the woman's features, gave the middle-aged man a long-lost sense of conquest. He said somewhat casually, "Ming'er, you... your mother is also in the room, why don't you..."

Su Ming turned his head slightly, using all his strength to suppress the anger and disgust in his heart. After a few breaths of silence, he finally spoke: "I have some things to attend to, so I will not disturb... Mother... any longer. Please convey my regards to Mother on behalf of Father."

After saying this, he cupped his hands in greeting, but found the courtyard too dirty and messy to stand in, so he fled as if he were escaping.

The middle-aged man didn't care; instead, he wore a carefree smile. This matter piqued his interest, and when he thought of the woman's appearance inside the house, his heart burned with desire. He turned and walked into the house.

After a passionate encounter…

The middle-aged man, sweat beading on his forehead, held the delicate body in his arms, kneading something in his hands, and said with a hint of smugness, "What did I tell you? It doesn't require much effort at all. He's been used to a life of luxury since he was a child. Just get rid of the servants, and he'll naturally give in."

The woman in his arms spoke languidly, chiding him, "Oh? How will he back down?"

"Heh, he had an old servant by his side, who was... originally served his mother, and was the most loyal, but he found a reason to kill him. And just now, he was outside asking me to give you my regards."

The middle-aged man chuckled softly, then carefully considered his words: "I think, Yan'er, about what happened before when he spoke recklessly and offended you... let it go. After all, he's a genius with good talent. If things get out of hand, what will happen to the clan..."

The woman abruptly slapped away the hand that was pressing against her chest and twisted out of the middle-aged man's arms: "So you're saying I'm a mean woman? Forcing your precious son to kill a slave and submit?"

Without giving the middle-aged man a chance to argue, she said tearfully, her voice filled with grievance, "Who told you to drink too much that day and take my body?"

"You promised me a grand entrance into your home, but on my very first day, someone pointed their finger at me and started cursing at me. I think I'd better leave!"

As she spoke, she sat up straight and began to put on her clothes, making as if to leave. The middle-aged man immediately became anxious and quickly pulled her aside, coaxing her for a long time before calming her down from her crying and tantrum.

The woman wiped away her tears in the middle-aged man's arms, and finally sighed, "Since we're already at your house, let's just leave it at that."

"I had already sent someone to request a cultivation technique and spiritual energy, which I originally intended to give to him after I married into the family."

She said in a low voice, "Your precious son hasn't even mastered Qi yet, so to avoid putting you in a difficult position, let's make peace with him on this basis."