Chapter 96

"Impossible?" "This isn't true! You're lying to me!"

Shi Long looked incredulous, his eyes suddenly turning blood-red.

"Hmm!"

Su Fan felt the change in Shi Long's aura and couldn't help but move slightly.

Sure enough, the next second, Shi Long moved, "You're lying to me, you want my Secrets of Longevity."

"Then go to hell!"

After speaking, Shi Long suddenly pressed against the table and slashed at Su Fan from the air. The palm wind exploded, and the sharp Qi blew up the rare book on the stone table in the pavilion.

"Why bother?"

Seeing this, Su Fan did not move his body, but simply raised his right hand, grabbed with his five fingers, clenched them suddenly, and then quickly swung a fist to strike first.

He smashed it over fiercely.

The fist force erupted, and the friction with the air made a harsh sound.

Bang!

The palm and fist collided with a boom.

Su Fan remained motionless, while Shi Long was like a kite with a broken string, flying backward instantly.

The palm wind scattered, blown away by Su Fan's iron fist, and the counter-shock force caused Shi Long's right arm to break.

His True Qi reversed and flowed backward.

With a puff, he spat out several mouthfuls of black blood.

"You..."

He looked at Su Fan in disbelief.

"How... is this possible?"

"Hehe! A frog in a well!"

Su Fan sneered, "Do you still think I came here for your so-called Secrets of Longevity? It's truly ridiculous."

After speaking, Su Fan's eyes suddenly burst with a sharp light, and at the same time, he spread his five fingers. It was not clear what he did, but he pressed down into the void.

Boom!

In an instant, Shi Long felt as if the space around him had solidified, and his whole body felt as if it were being pressed down by a thousand-pound weight.

Breathing became difficult.

Like drowning, struggling mercilessly.

It felt like a long time had passed, and the next second Shi Long was finally able to exhale, and at the same time, a thunderous roar reached his ears.

Immediately following that, the four dragon-carved pillars in the front pavilion cracked, and the entire stone pavilion collapsed instantly.

Gasping for air, he looked at the adjacent stone pavilion, which had collapsed into the void, and then Shi Long looked at Su Fan in silence.

Deep in his eyes, he was filled with horror.

What kind of method and strength is this? It's simply terrifying.

The pressure, like that of a god or demon, made it impossible for him to breathe.

"You..."

Shi Long wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't. He sat slumped on the ground, dejected, his head lowered, lost in spirit.

Ten-plus years of persistence, now pointed out as worthless, and instead a joke—his spirit had completely collapsed.

His whole person seemed to have aged more than ten years.

This blow was not insignificant.

"Pfft!"

Su Fan suddenly looked down on this guy; just like that, he became dejected—he was truly too useless.

For his sake, he had gone to the trouble of traveling such a long way to come in person, only to find that he was a piece of trash.

Su Fan couldn't help but think about just slapping him to death.

"If you can't take this little blow, you might as well just hit your head against a wall," Su Fan mocked, "so I don't have to waste any effort to save you."

Bang!

"You said you came to save me because of the Secrets of Longevity. Since you've already stated the flaws of the Secrets of Longevity, why would it lead me into a crisis?"

After a moment of silence, seemingly recovering some of his composure, Shi Long slowly raised his head, looked at Su Fan, and said with a hint of irony on his face: "Isn't that self-contradictory?"

"Hehe! It seems Daoist Shi Long's temperament has been tempered well over these years; you haven't completely lost heart."

Shi Long's change also piqued Su Fan's interest slightly; if he were truly in that half-dead state, Su Fan would feel it better not to have this person.

"However, there is nothing self-contradictory. Many powers know the secret of the Secrets of Longevity, but so what? Someone wants it, isn't that okay? Even if it can't be practiced, can't it become a collection for those people?"

Su Fan's mouth curled slightly, "The one who wants the Secrets of Longevity is Yang Guang. Do you think you can stop him?"

Su Fan's words caused Shi Long's face to twitch stiffly. Yang Guang—that is the Emperor of the Great Sui.

Regardless of whether Yang Guang is considered nothing in the eyes of many major powers at this time, whether they look down on him or otherwise.

But these people clearly do not include him, Shi Long.

So hearing this name, he immediately felt great pressure.

"Now you know that I wasn't joking when I said I came to save you."

"You can save me?"

Upon hearing it was Yang Guang, Shi Long had heard a little about Yang Guang's personality and knew that even if he handed over the Secrets of Longevity, he might not survive.

"That's right. I haven't introduced myself yet. I am Yuwen Chengji, and my father is Yuwen Huaji. I received news that this time my father is coming to Jiangdu to take the Secrets of Longevity from your hands."

"Based on my understanding of my father's personality, you definitely have no possibility of surviving."

Su Fan's words left Shi Long dumbfounded.

"You..."

Shi Long didn't know what to say.

"What are the conditions?" Shi Long didn't believe that the other party would be so kind as to save him, and he was even suspicious that they were putting on a show for him.

"Hehe! Smart."

"Daoist Shi Long is, after all, the number one expert in Yangzhou. I want you to serve under me for ten years."

"After ten years, whether you leave or stay is entirely up to your own will."

"Ten years! Hahaha!"

Shi Long suddenly laughed loudly, his face filled with heavy mockery, "As expected of a noble son, truly a good calculation."

"Young Master Yuwen, you have me figured out."

"You can say that. Serve me for ten years, and I will protect your life. Otherwise, I will take the Secrets of Longevity tonight, and when my father comes tomorrow, he will take your life."

Su Fan said it very calmly, without a hint of threat.

"Is this the style of the great clans?"

"No! This is my style. I am me, and the Yuwen Clan is the Yuwen Clan; they have nothing to do with me. I'm not asking you to serve me to fight others; I want you to go and do your old profession, which is teaching martial arts."

Su Fan looked at the other party, thought for a moment, and still explained.

"I am currently the Prefect of Wu Commandery, where there is an army. Many in the army practice martial arts, but they lack instructors for True Qi martial arts."

It's not that Su Fan couldn't teach, but he later left his own martial arts to Ling Zhan and the others to handle, let alone True Qi martial arts.

There are many in the army who practice battlefield martial arts, but there are also those who practice True Qi martial arts; after all, everyone's talent is different.

So Su Fan didn't force everyone to practice battlefield martial arts. Besides, in the academy Su Fan has under his command, some people yearn more for the Jianghu.

So there are quite a few people in the Jianghu who practice True Qi martial arts, but there are no outstanding instructors; Ling Zhan and the others are not familiar with True Qi martial arts.

Su Fan himself is too lazy, or simply has no time; most of his time is spent in his own cultivation and seclusion.

How would he have time to teach?

True Qi martial arts cultivation is not battlefield martial arts.