Creak—
The door was pushed open.
Su Zilin entered the room, cast a glance at Su Hao who was taking off his clothes, and sneered, "You'll sleep with me tonight."
"Why?"
Su Hao frowned and stared at Su Zilin.
"My grandfather told me to watch you."
Su Zilin looked at Su Hao coldly.
"Your grandfather is still alive?"
Su Hao asked Su Zilin. In his memory, Su Zilin was a girl who didn't understand rules and only listened to her grandmother.
"Heh, don't think I don't know what you're up to. I'm telling you, I will never let you succeed. I want you to be my obedient servant."
"Dream on."
Su Hao said two words indifferently.
"Then die!"
Su Zilin grinned ferociously, took out a dagger, and rushed towards Su Hao, stabbing him through the chest.
Su Hao's body trembled slightly, but he remained silent. He wasn't afraid of pain. His only worry was that his mother and sister would be heartbroken and even devastated if they knew of his death.
"I will kill you slowly, make you wish you were dead, make your life worse than death, and then make you watch as the people and things you care about die one by one."
Su Zilin pulled out the dagger and thrust it towards Su Hao's throat again. The speed was incredibly fast, and Su Hao had no way to dodge.
Puff!
Blood splashed, staining his clothes.
Su Zilin stood frozen, staring at Su Hao with wide eyes.
Su Hao's left arm was cut open, and bright red blood soaked his sleeve.
He didn't cry out in pain, nor did he panic. He raised his other hand, grabbed Su Zilin's neck, lifted her into the air, and looked at her expressionlessly.
Su Zilin choked and struggled violently.
Su Hao twisted Su Zilin's neck with force. *Crack*, Su Zilin's head twisted and deformed, her eyeballs bulged out of their sockets, and she fainted with her eyes rolling back.
Su Hao dropped Su Zilin's body, walked into the bathroom, cleaned himself up briefly, put on clean clothes, and emerged from the bathroom. He sat cross-legged on the bed and began to cultivate.
He had to recover his cultivation as quickly as possible, otherwise, everything he had experienced in the Su family clan would be in vain.
The next morning.
In front of the Su family's ancestral hall stood Su Hao, Su Zilin, and seven or eight other Su family disciples. They were the most outstanding young people of the Su family, all having reached the Gang Gathering Realm.
The Su family's Old Ancestor was a peak expert in the Gang Gathering Realm, nearing the end of his lifespan, and would soon pass away. Some of these young people would inherit the Old Ancestor's legacy or his cultivation insights.
"Is the Old Ancestor gathering us here to teach us secret techniques?"
"Definitely. It's said that the Su family's top secret techniques like the 'Nine Yang Art', 'Dragon Tiger Fist', and 'Hundred Refinements' were all passed down by our Old Ancestor, and they are priceless."
"Our Su family's 'Nine Yang Art' is a Saint-grade Qi Cultivation technique, with immense power. Unfortunately, our aptitude is too poor to comprehend it easily."
Several young people whispered amongst themselves.
"Who do you think the Old Ancestor wants to teach us this time?"
"In my opinion, it should be the 'Nine Yang Art'. The Old Ancestor said that the 'Nine Yang Art' has nine layers. If one reaches the ninth layer, even with a mortal body, they can achieve an indestructible physique."
"That might not be true."
"Why do you say that?"
"The Old Ancestor has only cultivated to the sixth layer, and is only a step away from the ninth. Yet, he hasn't broken through. So, the Old Ancestor suspects he has no destiny to cultivate the 'Nine Yang Art'."
"I see..."
Several young people suddenly understood.
Although the Su family's Old Ancestor, Su Heng, had only cultivated to the sixth layer, his strength was formidable, comparable to a Martial Dao expert of the ninth rank. Such a powerful being had no destiny to cultivate the 'Nine Yang Art'.
How heaven-defying must the 'Nine Yang Art' be?
Several young people yearned for it.
Su Zilin glanced at the young men and sneered, "Stop dreaming. You will never be able to cultivate the 'Nine Yang Art'."
"Why?"
"Because... because cultivating the 'Nine Yang Art' requires a congenital fire spiritual root. My grandfather and father don't have it, so don't even think about it. You should think about how to please me and make me happy."
Several young men frowned.
"I never hold grudges, only favors. Whoever flattered me well last night, I'll protect him in front of me. Whoever doesn't, I'll make him suffer."
Su Zilin's venomous words made the faces of several young men change drastically.
One of the older Su family youths forced a smile and said obsequiously, "Sister Zilin, I'll do whatever you ask me to do last night. I promise to satisfy you."
"That's smart of you."
Su Zilin nodded with satisfaction.
Several young men sighed inwardly. This is how the world works. Flatterers aren't scary, but flatterers with connections are, especially direct descendants of the Su family.
"Let's go, follow me to see the Old Ancestor."
Su Zilin pulled the eldest Su family youth and walked out of the ancestral hall.
A group of people headed towards the ancestral residence in a grand procession.
"Uncle, did you call us here for something?"
Su Zilin asked Su Hao, who was leading the way.
"Now that you're here, I'm relieved. The Old Ancestor wants to appoint a new family head. I hope you will support the Old Ancestor's decision. Your father and I opposed it back then, and what was the result? Your father was defeated, and your grandfather also went into seclusion. Now, your grandfather and I are in charge of the family. Since your grandfather thinks your father was wrong, there's no way he'll change his mind."
"Does Grandfather really think Father was wrong?"
Su Zilin frowned and stared at Su Hao.
"I won't lie to you."
Su Hao met Su Zilin's gaze calmly.
Su Zilin was silent for a few seconds, then slowly shook her head, "Grandfather will not repeat the same mistakes, and neither will I. If Grandfather wants to appoint me as the new family head, it will be over my dead body."
"Your grandfather might consider your brother's suggestion."
Su Hao wasn't sure if his grandfather would listen to his son's opinion, given his son's special status in the Su family.
"My brother?"
Su Zilin sneered, "You know what kind of person he is, don't you?"
"The more you siblings fight, the more I can take advantage," Su Hao said, feigning profundity, his gaze falling on Su Zilin's chest, where a beauty mark used to be.
At this time, Su Zilin was completely unlike her mischievous self in childhood. She had gained a degree of composure and fortitude. Girls her age were always good at putting on an act, playing the pig to eat the tiger.
"Bastard!"
Su Zilin pointed at Su Hao angrily, "If you dare to have designs on me, I'll castrate you!"
Su Hao was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. "You are my wife now, so it's natural for me to have designs on you. Who told you to be so wild last night? Do you know how much I suffered from you tossing and turning until midnight?"
"Pfft! I'm too lazy to marry you."
Su Zilin glared at Su Hao, hating that he couldn't be made of iron.
"You won't marry me now, but you will eventually."
Su Hao smiled. He didn't care what Su Zilin thought. As long as he was willing to marry her, the Su family wouldn't be able to stop him, especially since it was an ancient family.
In feudal society, ordinary noble families had strict rules, and it was common for men to have three wives and four concubines. However, in present-day China, it was a democratic society. Men could have ten concubines, but not a second wife, otherwise, they would be punished.
"You..."
Su Zilin became enraged and struck at Su Hao with her palm.
Su Hao dodged aside and said, "You can't beat me."
"You..."
Su Zilin was furious and gritted her teeth.
"Alright, what are you two siblings fighting about?"
As the voice spoke, an old man in black robes floated over and stood between the siblings. It was Su Zilin's master, Su Qian.
"Master."
Su Zilin suppressed her anger and bowed. At the same time, she secretly curled her lips. She disliked this master very much, who always used the position of family head to suppress her.