Chapter 18

Su Chen's words echoed in the hall.

Wang Ping lay limp on the ground, his whole body shaking like chaff, and a wet, hot patch appeared at his crotch; he had actually been scared to the point of wetting himself.

The retainers he brought were even more defeated, fleeing the Su family courtyard in a scramble.

Wang Ping also wanted to run, but his legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he couldn't stand up no matter what.

In the end, it took two retainers returning to half-drag and half-carry him out.

The two children, Su Wen and Su Yue, ran to Su Chen's side, their eyes full of little stars.

"Second Uncle, you are so amazing!" Su Wen said with a look of worship.

"Second Uncle, was that an Immortal Art you just used? Why did that bad guy kneel down by himself?" Su Yue asked curiously.

Su Chen touched the heads of the two children, a smile appearing on his face.

He looked at his parents and sister-in-law, who were still in shock, and said softly: "Father, Mother, Eldest Brother, Sister-in-law, I have frightened you."

"What just happened was just some minor tricks to punish those petty people. You don't need to worry; from now on, they will never dare to harass us again."

Hearing this, everyone finally came back to their senses from the shock.

Everyone looked at Su Chen with complex eyes, containing joy, pride, and a trace of awe.

Their own son (brother) had already become an Immortal-like figure.

This was originally a great thing to bring honor to the ancestors, but they also knew that Su Chen was getting further and further away from them.

That evening, at the Wang family.

County Commandant Wang Tong looked at his son, who was dispirited and smelled of urine, and after hearing his incoherent description, he was so angry that he swept all the tea sets on the table to the ground with one slap.

"Trash! Truly a piece of trash!" Wang Tong was furious, "Scared like this by a wild Daoist priest who popped out of nowhere! You have lost all the face of my Wang family!"

"Father! It's true! He is not human, he knows sorcery!" Wang Ping cried, "The stick broke by itself, I don't know how I knelt down, and that fire..."

"Enough!" Wang Tong stopped him.

Although he was scolding, he already believed seven or eight parts of it in his heart.

He knew his son; although he was incompetent, he wouldn't make up such a bizarre lie to deceive him.

"What else did he say?" Wang Tong asked his son.

"He also said that before sunset tomorrow, you must return everything you have swallowed from the Su family over the years, with interest, in full."

"Also, he told me to tell you that he, Su Chen, is back," Wang Ping said tremblingly.

"Su Chen? So it was him!" Wang Tong suddenly realized.

He quickly calmed down, pacing back and forth in the hall, his brain running at high speed.

He had naturally investigated the Su family before daring to deal with them.

He knew that the Su family was able to gain a foothold in the capital before, all thanks to that missing Su family Second Young Master.

He didn't expect that it was him who had returned.

This matter was probably not easy to handle.

As far as he knew, thirteen years ago, that Su family Second Young Master was already the number one person in Jiang Guo before he disappeared.

Now, listening to his son's description, that person was probably even more unfathomable.

The only way seemed to be... to yield.

But for him, a dignified County Commandant, to kowtow and apologize to a merchant family, that was more painful than killing him!

Just as he was struggling internally, a cold voice rang in his ear without warning.

"It seems you haven't made up your mind yet."

Wang Tong stiffened, turned his head sharply, and saw that someone had appeared in the main seat of the hall at some point.

It was Su Chen.

He sat there quietly, and none of the dozens of guards in the Wang mansion had discovered his arrival.

"Who are you?" Wang Tong was both shocked and angry, subconsciously reaching for the sword at his waist.

Su Chen ignored him, just flicked his finger.

"Hum—"

The sword at Wang Tong's waist let out a mournful cry, actually unsheathed itself, flew into mid-air, turned its tip, and aimed at the center of Wang Tong's brow.

The cold blade was less than half an inch from his skin.

Wang Tong didn't dare to move, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.

"I have already given you a chance," Su Chen's voice was still calm, "It seems you don't cherish it."

"Spare my life!" Wang Tong finally collapsed, he knelt on the ground with a "plop," no longer having any dignity as a County Commandant, "This lowly one had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai, offending a high person. I beg the high person to spare my life for the sake of my ignorance!"

Wang Ping on the side was kowtowing like garlic, unable to even speak.

Su Chen looked at the father and son kneeling on the ground, making a fool of themselves, his eyes without a ripple.

In his eyes, these people were no different from ants; if it weren't for his family, he could have wiped out the entire Wang family with a single thought.

"Spare your life, I can," Su Chen said slowly, "But death penalty can be avoided, living sin is hard to escape."

As soon as his voice fell, the sword hanging at Wang Tong's brow suddenly turned into a cold light and flew around Wang Tong.

"Ah!"

Wang Tong let out a scream, and his left little finger fell to the ground, blood spurting out.

The severe pain almost made Wang Tong faint, but he bit his teeth tightly, not daring to hum again.

"This is the punishment for you indulging your son in committing crimes," Su Chen stood up, "What I said during the day is still valid. Before sunset tomorrow, I want to see things I am satisfied with. Otherwise, next time, it won't be your finger that gets cut off."

After saying this, his figure gradually faded, like a reflection in the water, and disappeared from where he was.

Leaving behind a room full of blood and two mortals who had fallen into complete despair.

Early the next morning, the people of Mianshui County saw a rare sight that hadn't been seen in a hundred years.

County Commandant Wang Tong, his face as pale as paper, personally drove a dozen large carts filled with gold, silver, and silk, and with the help of his son Wang Ping, walked step by step to the Su family gate.

Then, in the unbelievable eyes of all the onlookers, the father and son knelt on the ground together and kowtowed three times heavily toward the Su family gate.

"I, Wang Tong, failed to teach my son, indulging my inferior son to bully the Su family, and deserve to die! Today, I return all the property I have encroached upon and compensate five thousand taels of silver. I beg Old Master Su to be magnanimous and forgive the two of us!"

The news of the Wang father and son kneeling to apologize spread throughout Mianshui County.

County Commandant Wang Tong had been running rampant in this small city.

Now, he was actually kowtowing and apologizing at the Su mansion gate.

For a time, the threshold of the Su mansion was almost trampled flat.

Gentry and wealthy families, carrying various gift boxes and wearing humble smiles, came in an endless stream. They spoke of admiring Old Master Su for his good way of teaching his son, but in reality, every look was secretly sizing up that legendary Su family Second Young Master.

Su Yuanshan and Su Feng were so busy they couldn't touch the ground, dealing with these fence-sitters while a sense of unreal trance rose in their hearts.

A few days ago, they were gloomy, but today, they were full of guests.

This earth-shaking change was all caused by one person.

And that culprit, however, couldn't muster the slightest interest in all of this.