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"What's your purpose in coming here?" Su Mu asked in a calm tone, without the slightest ripple, as if he were asking someone insignificant.

"Our father came here to look for you, but he never went back after that..." Su Zhe's voice trembled slightly, and before he could finish speaking, Su Mu interrupted him.

"I killed him." Su Mu said bluntly, without the slightest remorse. "You should have guessed this long ago, there's no need to beat around the bush."

"Why?!" Su Zhe clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, his face instantly turning incredibly grim, and intense hatred flashing in his eyes. "He was your own father, how dare you kill him?!"

"He plotted to frame me. That night, he came to me under the pretense of discussing something, but his true intention was to kill me. I couldn't let his scheme succeed. When he realized his plan had been exposed, he immediately turned on me, intending to kill me. If I didn't kill him, he would kill me, that's all." Su Mu spoke calmly, his tone completely unwavering. "Your father-son relationship with him is your business. I have absolutely no feelings for him whatsoever!"

"Putting aside past grievances, he is still your biological father. Killing one's father is a heinous crime. How could you do such a thing?!" Su Zhe questioned sharply, his emotions becoming increasingly agitated.

"Why put the past aside?" Su Mu scoffed, a hint of disdain in his voice. "Even if he was the one who acted ruthlessly first, and even if you and I had no connection whatsoever, you dared to trespass on my territory today. I wouldn't feel any guilt if I killed you right here!"

Su Zhe took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down—he knew he had important business to attend to and couldn't let anger cloud his judgment, so he quickly changed the subject: "Someone wants to see you."

"Who is it?" Su Mu raised an eyebrow, a hint of doubt arising in his mind.

“An ancient person.” Su Zhe paused, then added, “An ancient person from our Su family, from ten thousand years ago—at that time, our Su family was not yet the royal family of Xichuan, but just an ordinary martial arts family.”

"I'm busy." Su Mu refused directly, his tone firm. "Don't use the word 'we.' I have no relation to your Su family, we're not family! Is there anything else? If not, then get out of here."

Su Zhe had anticipated this and wasn't too surprised. He continued to remind him, "That ancient person is not only an ancestor of the Su family from ten thousand years ago, but also a sword genius of the Xichuan Sword Pavilion from ten thousand years ago. He is incredibly powerful and may bring you unexpected opportunities."

Upon hearing this, a slight flicker of emotion crossed Su Mu's eyes, but his tone remained resolute: "Then please go back and tell him that if he really wants to see me, he should come to the library to find me himself. I don't have time to go see him!"

He waved his hand and continued, "I have already admitted that I killed Su Qingshan. I have a grudge against your Su family, so naturally I will not go to your door and walk into your trap! It is safer to stay in the palace. After all, there is a genius expert from ten thousand years ago guarding the palace now."

Su Mu said these words intentionally for Su Zhe to hear—he knew that Su Zhe would definitely pass these words on verbatim to that so-called ancient expert of the Su family. He wanted to use this opportunity to test the confidence of that ancient expert.

Su Zhe's expression darkened slightly as he said, "Now that you've been stripped of your position as Imperial Preceptor by the new emperor, that ancient expert in the palace might not be on your side. Do you really think you're safe just by staying in the palace?"

He paused, then advised, "If you can repent and admit your mistakes, the Su family patriarch might forgive your patricide and even take you as his disciple, guide you in cultivation, and make you stronger."

"I don't need his forgiveness." Su Mu's tone was icy, leaving no room for leniency. "Get out of here before I change my mind!"

The reason he didn't kill Su Zhe immediately was simply to let Su Zhe go back and deliver a message—if it weren't for that purpose, Su Zhe would already be a corpse by now.

"You'll regret this!" Su Zhe glared at Su Mu, then turned and strode downstairs, disappearing into the night.

Regret? Su Mu smiled disdainfully, his eyes full of mockery.

If that so-called ancient expert from the Su family were truly powerful, he wouldn't have sent someone to deliver a message; he would have come to us personally, either to seek revenge or to recruit us. The reason he didn't dare come in person was either because he was wary of our own strength or because he was wary of the new emperor, Situ Chengjun, in the palace.

"This proves that his strength isn't too great; he might just be a Grandmaster." Su Mu thought to himself, then stopped thinking about it and sat down cross-legged again to continue absorbing the imperial energy and focusing on his cultivation.

He was indeed somewhat wary of the various ancient powerhouses, but not afraid. If a fight broke out and he couldn't win, he could simply use the Teleportation Talisman to escape—he wouldn't die anyway.

As long as he doesn't die, with his cultivation speed, he will eventually surpass his opponent and kill him! Therefore, Su Mu is fearless and continues to stay openly in the library, showing no intention of hiding.

The library was located in a corner of the palace, not far from the palace wall. After leaving the large courtyard of the library, Su Zhe dared not linger, quickly walked out of the palace, and disappeared into the night of the imperial city.

Not long after, Su Zhe entered the Laifu Inn in the imperial city, went straight to the door of a private room, and gently knocked on the door.

Inside the room, a man dressed in a blue robe sat at the table, leisurely drinking tea with a calm expression, looking like he was waiting patiently—this man was Su Feiyang, the ancient powerhouse from the Su family ten thousand years ago.

Besides Su Feiyang, there were two other people in the room: one was Su Qingshan's wife Meng Ling from the Divine Judgment Organization, and the other was Su Qingshan's youngest son, Su Kuan.

Su Zhe pushed open the door and entered the side room. He first bowed to Su Feiyang, then respectfully reported, "Ancestor, Su Mu has replied. He said that if you want to see him, you must go to the library in person. He will not come to me on his own."

"How dare he!" Su Kuan, standing nearby, immediately roared, slamming his fist on the table and rising to his feet, his face flushed red. "The family patriarch wanted to see him and sent someone to invite him, which was already giving him plenty of face. How dare he push his luck like this, so arrogant and rude! He simply doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

"Zhe'er, your father..." Meng Ling looked at Su Zhe, her eyes filled with worry, her voice trembling slightly, and she choked up before she could finish speaking.

"Father…" Su Zhe's eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse, "Su Mu confessed that he killed Father!"

"What?! Su Mu killed him?" Su Kuan's anger intensified, a fierce killing intent flashing in his eyes. "How dare he?! Father was a Grandmaster-level expert, how dare a mere eunuch kill him?!"

"He said that his father framed him first, and he was only acting in self-defense," Su Zhe added. "He also said that there was no father-son relationship between him and his father, and he felt no remorse for killing his father."

Upon hearing this, Meng Ling's tears instantly streamed down her face. She stood up, bowed deeply to Su Feiyang, and pleaded, "Ancestor, I beg you to take action and eliminate Su Mu, this traitor to the family, to avenge Qingshan!"