Xianyang Imperial Capital.
The Su Family residence.
"It scared me to death. I almost thought we were all going to die."
"It’s all that useless trash Qin Feng’s fault. We were in danger and he didn't even send anyone to protect us. Qingwan, kicking Qin Feng to the curb is the smartest choice you could make."
A woman of elegant and luxurious appearance looked at her daughter, Su Qingwan, as she spoke. She called Qin Feng trash in every other breath, devaluing him to nothing and clearly wishing she could trample him into the dirt.
"Mother, isn't it a bit uncalled for to talk about Qin Feng like that?" Su Qingwan knit her delicate brows and spoke coolly. "I am about to enter the Cangqiong Sacred Land. Although Qin Feng is useless, it is an undeniable fact that he has helped our family quite a bit."
Though she felt her mother’s words were correct, she offered a rebuttal to maintain her pristine, icy persona.
Zhang Cuilan’s brow furrowed, and like a ruffled hen, her voice sharpened. "We never asked him for help; it was all his own doing. Daughter, Qin Feng is nothing but trash, and you have a bright future ahead of you. Don't you dare ruin your prospects for a loser like him."
"The Myriad Laws Convention is only two days away. With your innate talent and your Phoenix Spirit Body, you are certain to be admitted into the Cangqiong Sacred Land. You might even catch the eye of the Heavenly Emperor himself. Once that happens, our Su Family’s rise to glory will be just around the corner!"
At the mention of the Heavenly Emperor, Zhang Cuilan’s eyes filled with longing. That was a Great Emperor!
She looked at her daughter. Her face was cold and stunningly beautiful, with flawless features and an ethereal temperament. Her figure was equally perfect—proud breasts, a willow-thin waist, and a shapely, firm backside. Of course, she knew these details because they bathed together. In any case, she had extremely high standards for her daughter and would often massage her to ensure she developed properly. As for her clothes, she wore a white dress, her dark hair tied up, looking as ethereal as a goddess descended from the heavens. A tear mole at the corner of her eye added an extra touch of poignant, captivating charm.
"Daughter, it’s one thing that Qin Feng is useless, but his strength is just too pathetic. What if he holds you back during the Myriad Laws Convention?" As she said this, a flash of disdain crossed Zhang Cuilan’s eyes. She couldn't stand Qin Feng. A talentless loser—how did he deserve to marry her daughter? Although Qin Feng had helped the Su Family rise to become a second-rate power, they had put in their own hard work, too. Even if outsiders brought up his contributions, the Su Family would simply claim they reached their current status entirely through their own efforts. They completely forgot how many treasures they had taken from Qin Feng, or that he had even dispatched experts to act as their bodyguards, preventing larger families from bullying them. The lot of them were as ungrateful and contemptible as wolves, yet they didn't care in the slightest.
"Qingwan, if you ask me, we should just milk him one last time, squeeze every drop of value out of Qin Feng, and then humiliate him thoroughly at the Myriad Laws Convention. Let him see how a piece of trash like him could ever be worthy of a True Phoenix!" Zhang Cuilan sneered.
"Mother, please don't say things like that!" Su Qingwan’s eyebrows tightened, her tone turning icy.
This startled Zhang Cuilan. Her daughter was the treasure of the family now, and even as her mother, she didn't dare offend her too much.
"Qingwan, whatever you wish to do is fine by me. Just do as you see fit. But heed your mother’s advice: we must not get entangled with Qin Feng any longer. He is no longer worthy of you," Zhang Cuilan said, forcing a smile.
"I understand, Mother." Su Qingwan nodded. "I never had any real feelings for Qin Feng; I have always looked at him as an older brother. The things he gave me were his own choice. However, as I am about to enter the Sacred Land, I am still missing an Emperor-grade technique. I will have to trouble Qin Feng one more time, and I assume he will not refuse."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Cuilan’s sharp-featured face blossomed into a smile. She couldn't help but marvel at how her daughter spoke like a true high-achiever. As for the Emperor-grade technique, it made her heart race with fear. She never imagined Su Qingwan’s ambitions were so great that she would even covet such a thing. One had to know that only the Sacred Lands and the Immortal Qin Empire possessed the legendary Emperor-grade techniques. These were peerless manuals that pointed directly to the path of the Great Emperor! Every single one was incredibly rare. Even with Su Qingwan’s Phoenix Spirit Body joining the Cangqiong Sacred Land, there was no guarantee she would be rewarded with one.
"Qingwan, even though Qin Feng likes you, is he willing to... sneak into the Scripture Pavilion of the Immortal Qin Empire to steal an Emperor-grade technique for you?" Zhang Cuilan asked, her eyes full of doubt.
"I believe Brother Qin Feng will definitely agree. He told me he loves me." Su Qingwan appeared confident. She had absolute faith in her own charms! For all these years, Qin Feng had been nothing but a lapdog to her; how could she not understand him? When the time came, she would only need to crook her finger, and Qin Feng would obediently steal the Emperor-grade technique for her. As for the reward... naturally, a single word of 'brother' from her would be enough to make him lose his mind with excitement.
Once she obtained that Emperor-grade technique, she was confident she would defeat the other prodigies of her generation, become the undisputed number one, and achieve peerless brilliance.When the time comes, every proud son of heaven and every saint from all corners of the land will fall for her.
"I’ll go attend to my business now."
Zhang Cuilan smiled, then turned and left. Once she was gone, a flicker of disgust crossed Su Qingwan’s eyes. She muttered to herself, "A talentless waste like him wants to marry me? What a delusional fool! If it weren't for my Phoenix Spirit Body being exposed, why would I have to play along with this loser?"
She sneered, her eyes brimming with disdain. "If you, Qin Feng, dare to pester me again at the Myriad Laws Convention, don’t blame me for being heartless!"
The coldness and contempt in Su Qingwan’s eyes only grew. She had never taken Qin Feng seriously; to her, he was nothing more than a human ATM. Now that she had reached the shore and was set to join the Sacred Land, she naturally had to kick Qin Feng to the curb.
After pondering for a moment, Su Qingwan waved a hand at a maidservant. "Go bring the Second Young Master here."
"Yes, Miss." The maid nodded and turned to leave.
Su Qingwan closed her beautiful eyes and began to meditate. Before long, the Second Young Master arrived.
"Big Sister, ha-ha! Your intel is spot on. I caused some trouble again—this time, I got a girl pregnant. I got a little too carried away and ended up killing her entire family."
Su Yuan was full of arrogance. He didn't think there was anything wrong with what he had done; in fact, he felt he had accomplished something remarkable.
Su Qingwan’s brows furrowed, and she scolded, "You killed her whole family? You truly are a brainless wretch. Aren't you afraid of the Black Ice Terrace investigating this?"
"Big Sister, what’s there to be afraid of? I am the Second Young Master of the Su Family. Who would dare come after me?" Su Yuan acted with brazen insolence, sitting in a chair with his legs crossed, snacking on a spirit orange. He said dismissively, "Even if the authorities try to arrest me, doesn't Qin Feng still exist? What do I have to fear?"
Thinking of Qin Feng made him want to laugh. That sycophant, constantly fawning over his sister without even managing to hold her hand, talking about some "pure love" nonsense—it was pathetically stupid. Though he looked down on Qin Feng, the man possessed an incredibly high status. Even as someone who couldn't cultivate, no one dared to speak rudely to his face.
A flash of jealousy crossed Su Yuan’s eyes. Being born is a technical skill, and the womb is the dividing line. If he had a background as dazzling as Qin Feng’s, how many women could he play with? Every holy maiden and noble lady would be throwing themselves into his arms.
"Sister, don't worry. I've gotten into trouble before, and Qin Feng has always cleaned up my mess. This time will be no different..." As Su Yuan spoke, he popped another piece of spirit orange into his mouth and shot a flirtatious look at the maid nearby. His wretched, shifty-eyed expression was that of a true scumbag.
"Enough!"
Su Qingwan slammed the table and snapped, "If you continue like this, get out of the Su estate!"
"Big Sister... I am the only male heir of the Su Family..." Su Yuan trembled, looking at Su Qingwan with a pitiful, aggrieved expression.
Su Qingwan stared at him coldly, enunciating every word: "The Myriad Laws Convention is almost here. If you tarnish the Su Family’s reputation because of this, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Stunned by Su Qingwan’s gaze, Su Yuan reluctantly swallowed the orange. "Sister, I was wrong."
Su Yuan lowered his head. He knew Su Qingwan wasn't joking; he had no choice but to back down. This woman had been a ruthless character since childhood—she had even beaten him, her own brother! She wasn't just cruel to herself; she was even more vicious to others.
Furthermore, Su Yuan couldn't do a thing about her. He had no way to deal with Su Qingwan, for she was the only one in the Su Family with a Phoenix Spirit Body—the apple of everyone’s eye.
"Go find Qin Feng. Let him handle your business," Su Qingwan said indifferently.
"Sister! I knew you were the best to me!" Su Yuan’s eyes lit up, and he became visibly excited. "Perfect, my spirit stones have run out. I’ll borrow a million spirit stones from that idiot Qin Feng. After all, he’s a fool with too much money."
Spirit stones were the hard currency among cultivators, used for training. For any average cultivator, earning a million spirit stones at once would be an impossible task, even over a lifetime. Yet, in Su Yuan’s mouth, it sounded like a month’s allowance. After all, it wasn't his own money, so he felt no heartache spending it.
"Alright, Sister, I’m off to find Qin Feng now..." Su Yuan scrambled to his feet as if his trousers were on fire, eager to be on his way.
"Wait." Su Qingwan called him back.
"Tell Qin Feng to steal an Emperor-grade technique from the Scripture Pavilion. Also, tell him to hand over the Su Family’s operating expenses for the next six months—a total of one hundred million spirit stones."
Su Yuan’s eyes bulged in shock; he nearly collapsed to his knees. What? An Emperor-grade technique! One hundred million spirit stones! Was his sister planning to kick Qin Feng to the curb once and for all?
Perhaps it was the shared blood of siblings, or just a case of two villains colluding—Su Yuan understood Su Qingwan’s intention instantly.
"Got it. I'm going now." He rubbed his hands together, his eyes filled with greed, and dashed out in a blur. Since Su Qingwan wanted to fleece Qin Feng for one last score, he would make sure to rake in a fortune for himself!