"Su Tian! It's you!"
A shocked voice rang out, but the next moment, a sharp light flashed in Liu Qian's eyes. "Uncle Shen Shan! He is Su Tian!"
"Hmm!"
The middle-aged man's eyes turned cold as he also fixed his gaze on Su Tian!
This made Su Tian's hair stand on end instantly, as if he had been locked onto by a fierce beast.
"You're the one who caused my son Shen Hu such endless agony?"
"It's me," Su Tian said coldly. "Shen Hu tried to kill me first and harmed my family afterwards, so naturally, he has to pay the price."
"A price? Well, you have a point. I've heard about this; it's indeed my son who was in the wrong first. But he has paid a sufficient price by now, hasn't he? After all, you're not dead, are you?"
"Whether it's enough is not for you to decide." Su Tian's eyes were indifferent. "Since he threw me into a pauper's grave, he had no intention of letting me live. Naturally, I won't let him live either—at least, not comfortably."
"Is that so? Looks like there's no room for discussion then?"
"Of course not."
"Get him!"
Seeing Su Tian's attitude, Shen Shan let out a cold shout. Immediately, the seven or eight middle-aged men rushed toward Su Tian, raising their hands to attack him from all angles.
Su Tian merely smiled coldly. He possessed a Semi-Immortal Body now; his physical fitness alone far surpassed ordinary Hua Jin experts, not to mention that he also practiced the Dragon-Tiger Primordial Chaos Technique. Naturally, he didn't take these people seriously at all.
Bang, bang, bang!
Muffled thuds echoed out as all seven or eight men were instantly sent sprawling to the ground, every single one of them rolling their eyes back and passing out cold.
"Good martial arts!"
Shen Shan narrowed his eyes as he looked on, but the next moment, he was already right in front of Su Tian, throwing a punch straight at him!
A rush of wind whistled through the air. Under Shen Shan's punch, the surrounding air even seemed to cave in, and at the same time, a cold flash emerged from his sleeve—it was a throwing knife!
"Huh? As expected of a fugitive who once fled abroad, truly ruthless!"
A thought flashed through Su Tian's mind, but he didn't panic in the slightest. With a smooth side-step, he dodged out of the way.
"What! The Eight Trigrams Mud-Wading Step! How can he be this fast?!"
Shen Shan was inwardly startled, but being a master himself, his instinct was to pursue.
Yet how could Su Tian give him that chance? Sliding his feet across the ground once more, in just two or three steps, he vanished down the corridor.
Before disappearing, Su Tian's sneer echoed back: "Shen Shan, you do have some skills, but they aren't enough to deal with me. I'm keeping a tab on this score, and I'll come back to settle it with you later."
Shen Shan's face darkened as he listened. With a flash of his body, he reached the hospital's emergency exit.
By the time he got there, however, there was no sign of Su Tian at all.
"Damn it!"
Shen Shan cursed in frustration, while Liu Qian turned pale and asked, "Uncle Shen, are you alright?"
"Hmph, I didn't expect this brat to be so capable."
Ignoring Liu Qian, Shen Shan muttered coldly to himself, "It seems relying solely on me won't be enough to deal with him. I'll have to use the family's resources."
"The family's resources? Hmph, then I'd like to see what kind of family resources they are."
Just as Shen Shan was muttering to himself, Su Tian, who had already reached the ground floor, let out a sneer. Thanks to his Divine Sense Art, which could cover a radius of a hundred meters, he had naturally heard the other man's words.
While sneering, Su Tian formed a hand seal with one hand and began to chant: "Wrathful ghosts and vengeful spirits, armed with shields and halberds, dwelling to the left of the Southern Dipper and the right of the Seven Stars, gather, all you hundred ghosts, obey my command instantly—cast the curse!"
With a whoosh, a wisp of cyan light rose from Su Tian's fingertip. The next moment, the cyan light rapidly transformed into black mist, surging toward Shen Shan up on the second floor.
Without warning, Shen Shan felt a chill run through his entire body, followed immediately by a heavy thud as he tumbled flat onto his backside.
"Uncle Shen!"
Liu Qian hurried over to help him up, but Shen Shan pushed her away with a shove, frowning as he asked, "What's going on? Why did I suddenly fall?"
As he spoke, Shen Shan popped straight up with a carp kipping motion. No sooner had he stood than a loud crash rang out—a fluorescent light fixture on the ceiling broke loose and fell straight down, smashing directly onto his head.
Though this didn't cause him any real injury, it left him looking disheveled and covered in dust, instantly throwing him into a rage.
"Damn it, what the hell is going on here?!"
His furious roar echoed out, while down on the ground floor, Su Tian wore a cold smile.
What he had just cast was the ghost-cursing technique from the Dongxuan True Scripture. The effect of this art was to bring endless bad misfortune, constant setbacks, and daily accidents upon its target.
Though Shen Shan was a Hua Jin master whose innate vitality could resist a portion of the spell's might, a portion of its effects still managed to affect him.
"Shen Shan, from now on, you can keep your son company in misery. Even if you have some skills, I have countless Daoist arts at my disposal. Whenever I have time, I'll cast this kind of sorcery on you—I want to see how long you can last."
Sneering inwardly, Su Tian glanced up one last time at the exasperated Shen Shan upstairs, then turned and left briskly.
Returning home all the way, Su Tian practiced the Dongxuan True Scripture for a while and found that the spiritual energy he had consumed was now fully replenished, while the sky outside was growing light.
Naturally, he didn't linger at home, but broke into a light jog toward the park.
He needed to practice the Dragon-Tiger Primordial Chaos Technique.
According to the records in the Dongxuan True Scripture, the Dragon-Tiger Primordial Chaos Technique was the foundation of the scripture. If he wanted to cast more Daoist arts and absorb greater amounts of spiritual energy from heaven and earth, he had to practice it continuously, reaching at least the initial realm of the Dragon's Roar and Tiger's Howl.
Arriving at the area where he had practiced previously, Su Tian took a deep breath and began his movements. As his body moved, the tendons, bones, and viscera within him began to vibrate, causing sharp, cracking explosions to echo through the air.
Eventually, these sharp snaps merged into a continuous stream, truly sounding like the roars of dragons and tigers. This made Su Tian's eyes light up, for he knew he had reached the realm of the Dragon's Roar and Tiger's Howl!
A rush of wind swept outward as a wave of warm air surged in all directions from Su Tian as the center. This caused his eyes to brighten once more; he could clearly see countless cyan particles in the void gathering toward him!
This was the spiritual energy of heaven and earth!
Moreover, as the spiritual energy gathered, he felt his mental state growing increasingly clear and sharp. At the same time, the knowledge of the Dongxuan True Scripture in his mind became richer and more detailed!
"So that's how it is. It seems every time I advance a step, the Dongxuan True Scripture unlocks more knowledge for me!"
Muttering to himself, Su Tian understood the principle, which only strengthened his resolve to practice diligently. After all, knowledge was power, and to survive in this society, one had to master power.
Just as Su Tian was pondering these things, his ears twitched suddenly, and he looked toward a path behind him.
A middle-aged man and a young girl were walking over—it was precisely that father-daughter pair of martial artists he had seen yesterday.
When the pair caught sight of Su Tian, their eyes lit up as well. The next moment, with a rush of wind, the young girl dashed straight toward Su Tian and dropped to her knees on the spot.