Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

"Three people."

Su Chen's gaze fell on the three Nascent Soul cultivators.

"Who struck first?"

The protective auras of those three people shrank to just a thin membrane under this oppressive force.

The one with the metal element raised his head slightly.

"Senior...it was Young Master Li's order, I was merely following orders..."

"As ordered."

Su Chen nodded.

"That's one reason."

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Before he could even catch his breath, Su Chen had already raised two fingers.

A sword finger.

There was no sword light, nor any sound.

Only the void in front of those three people silently caved inward.

boom.

Three plumes of blood mist exploded on the steps.

The protective aura couldn't even last a moment before its primordial spirit was severed in the middle by the sword intent, and even its soul fire didn't have time to escape.

The blood fell onto the bluestone, and the steam rose up but then disappeared.

Among the crowd of onlookers, a Golden Core cultivator's mouth was agape, and he forgot to close it.

"Killed...killed?"

"Three Nascent Soul stage cultivators..."

"Kill without warning."

"This is Luoyan City."

Su Chen put his hand down.

He's definitely not the type to suffer losses.

In their own city, someone smashed their own people's shops in the street, slapped their own people, and even dared to say such things in front of a street full of monks.

If we let it go lightly today...

Within three days, the whole of Luoyan City will be talking about one thing: Su Chen is easy to talk to.

In the world of cultivation, the phrase "easy to talk to" is both more valuable and less valuable than anything else.

The reputation that Su Chen has built up step by step over the years cannot be so easily worn down by these few bastards.

Then kill them.

The person still kneeling on the steps no longer has legs of their own.

A warm liquid flowed down the brocade robe and soaked into the bluestone.

Among the crowd, someone moved back half an inch, removing their foot from the edge of the water stain.

"senior!"

Li Tianji's head slammed onto the ground with a dull thud.

"This is my junior, Li Tianji!"

"The son of the sect leader of the Taiyan Sect!"

"Our sect hereby submits to the teachings of our predecessor!"

He looked up, and the blood on his forehead covered half of his face.

"Our sect owns several spirit mines, including two top-grade ones, which we offer entirely to you, senior!"

"Every year, the mineral yield is whatever percentage the seniors want!"

"Please, senior, have mercy!"

Su Chen looked at that face.

Just now, this face was pinching Wang Mei's chin, saying that after he had his fill of playing with her, he would definitely humiliate her in every way.

"You don't need to introduce yourself."

Su Chen flicked his sleeve up half an inch.

"Because you're about to die."

"Even if you give me your name, I won't remember it."

Li Tianji froze.

"Spirit Ore".

Su Chen seemed to have heard something amusing.

"What do you take me for?"

"For a spirit stone?"

"Does this seat lack spirit stones?"

He glanced at the overturned alchemy shop, its shelves lying haphazardly, and the protective array at the entrance reduced to ashes.

"The number of spirit stones that Luoyan City handles in a year is something your Taiyan Sect couldn't dig up in two hundred years."

Li Tianji's lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"As for why I haven't killed you yet..."

Su Chen turned around.

"It's not that I'm soft-hearted."

"It is I who will let Lingnu take revenge himself!"

A powerful pressure descended.

Li Tianji was instantly pinned down and unable to move.

Wang Mei glanced at it with her cool gaze.

"Thank you, Master."

Wang Meichong bowed to Su Chen.

"Give this lowly slave the chance to kill this man himself."

Li Tianji rolled his eyes upwards.

"No......"

One sword.

The body slumped forward.

The onlookers were dumbfounded.

Someone stepped on the fruit stall next to them, knocking over a whole basket of spiritual fruits, but didn't bother to pick them up.

"God of Slaughter..."

An old cultivator in the mid-Nascent Soul stage murmured something.

"I heard people say long ago that a Su Chen came from the Xuanhuang Continent."

"In the battle of Tian Shu Star City, one person stood in the void and suppressed eight Nascent Soul cultivators."

"I originally thought the rumor had been spread."

"See you today."

The old monk bent down even lower.

"The rumors are not exaggerated at all."

"This person has just returned to Luoyan City."

A rogue cultivator running errands nearby lowered his voice.

"They lost all four lives as soon as they landed."

"From now on, who in this city will dare to touch this alchemy shop?"

Su Chen ignored the crowd on the street.

He turned and went into the alchemy workshop.

Wang Mei sheathed her sword and followed behind. As she crossed the threshold, she helped right an overturned wooden bucket.

The wooden bucket originally contained herbs that were half-dried, but now they've all spilled out.

Only then did those people who were lying on the street dare to get up one by one.

"This Manager Wang keeps calling me 'master'."

"Why has the master been so slow in finding a Daoist partner?"

"So it turns out he's the Grand Elder of Luoyan City."

No wonder.

...

There's nowhere to settle down in the Danfang right now.

Wang Mei lifted the curtain to let Su Chen go in first.

The interior is not large.

A soft couch and a low table.

Su Chen sank into the chair.

From the sinkhole on the Black Mountain Continent to the Treasure Pavilion on the Xuanhuang Continent, and then to this street.

Su Chen crossed his legs and put them on top of each other.

When Wang Mei came in, she closed the door behind her.

Kneeling at Su Chen's feet, she used both hands to pull off the boot.

Her slender little hands lifted Su Chen's feet and kneaded them diligently.

"Master, you must be tired from this trip."

"This lowly slave has been waiting for her master for a long time."

Su Chen handed over his other foot.

"Squeeze this one too."

Wang Mei quickly caught it.

He sculpted it even more diligently than before...

"I still remember what happened back then."

Su Chen tilted his head back in the chair.

"I said back then that I would remove that slave seal from you."

"But my cultivation level wasn't high enough back then. If I were to forcibly remove that slave seal, it would severely damage your foundation."

"Things are different now."

He raised his hand and made a vague gesture in mid-air.

"It can be done with a simple flip of the hand."

"Now that you have served me today, all the grudges between us have long been settled."

"The spirit stones I spent to buy you at the auction house back then are now less than a grain of sand in my eyes."

"I will untie you in a moment."

"From now on, you will be a free person."

Outside the window, someone was sweeping up shards of tile on the street, the broom scraping against the paving stones, one stroke after another.

Wang Mei's hand, which was massaging her feet, slowed down.

Logically speaking, this should be a fantastic thing.

If you don't get rid of the slave seal, you can't be considered a human being for even a day.

Three years ago, when she was put up for auction like livestock, all she wanted was to die.

But she herself couldn't explain it; her mind had never been clear since that night.

Su Chen bought her off the stage.

Su Chen shielded her from the gazes of those who wanted to buy her to be used as a furnace cauldron.

Next comes dual cultivation.

After that, her progressed steadily from the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and the bottleneck that had held for years was broken overnight.

She initially thought she was feeling grateful.

Later, I thought I was just unwilling to accept it.

It wasn't until recently, when she was alone in this shop, sitting in front of that empty alchemy furnace for half the night, that she finally understood what was going on.

I can't live without this person.

It wasn't about cultivation level, powerful backing, or even the thought of repaying a debt of gratitude.

She had fallen in love with Su Chen.

...