Chapter 45: How Dare You Speak to Lord Su Like That?!
Chapter 45: How Dare You Speak to Lord Su Like That?!
“You’re full of shit!” Li Jianping roared furiously. “Our Ancestor’s brilliance is beyond what a mere mortal like you could comprehend!”
Faced with Li Jianping’s impotent rage, Su Ming couldn’t help but sneer.
He knew perfectly well that even with heaven-defying opportunities, no one could reach the Heavenly Dao Realm within mere decades.
Otherwise, why hadn’t this so-called ancestor personally appeared when his parents visited the Three Saints Sect back then?
Even if their ancestor returned now, it wouldn’t change anything.
Cultivators who had surpassed the Void Realm would cause the world to collapse if they entered it directly.
So even if the Three Saints Sect’s ancestor returned, it would never be in person—only as a will projection at most.
Such projections could reach at most Half-Step Void Realm strength, equivalent to Su Ming’s Battle Puppet.
With Meng Shu’s weapon in play, even if the Three Saints Ancestor sided with Li Jianping, Su Ming could handle the situation.
“Since you’re so confident, Li Jianping, I’ll give you one more hour to live—just so you can see your beloved ancestor before you die.”
After pronouncing Li Jianping’s final fate, Su Ming had the Battle Puppet escort him to the sect’s main square.
As for the remaining Three Saints Sect elders, Su Ming swept his gaze across them.
“Any objections? If anyone’s dissatisfied or has differing views, I welcome you to speak up now.”
The elders shook their heads frantically, some even cheering for Su Ming—clearly, these fence-sitters had already switched sides.
“Absolutely certain? Once your Heavenly Dao Realm ancestor returns, there’ll be no chance for regrets.”
Even with Su Ming’s provocation, not a single elder voiced opposition—they didn’t believe Li Jianping’s claims either.
[Congratulations Host for subduing Three Saints Sect’s high-ranking elders. Destiny Points obtained.]
With Chu Fan failing to make any waves, Su Ming’s nearly 800,000 Destiny Points remained unspent.
But this suited him just fine.
Why make things difficult for himself when everything was going smoothly?
Ignoring the crowd, Su Ming took Luo Ningshuang’s hand and left.
On their way, Luo Ningshuang voiced her concern: “Su Ming, why not deal with Li Jianping directly? If the Three Saints Ancestor really appears in an hour, I’m worried—”
“Nothing to worry about. Even if their ancestor descends, he won’t be my match.”
Seeing Su Ming’s confident expression, Luo Ningshuang’s last trace of doubt vanished.
Still, she wondered—could someone truly reach the Heavenly Dao Realm in mere decades?
Fortunately, she had her “granny in a pendant” to consult.
“Preposterous!” came Yaochi Empress’s voice. “In my memory, the fastest to reach Heavenly Dao Realm took ten thousand years—and that was a top-tier genius from… some major faction I can’t recall right now.”
“Decades is impossible unless a peak Heavenly Dao Realm expert willingly abandons their cultivation to forcibly elevate someone—and even then, they’d only reach the first layer.”
Hearing this, Luo Ningshuang relaxed completely.
Hand in hand, they arrived at the main square where disciples had gathered—not to protest, but simply to spectate.
Given the information Su Ming and Qin Kaiwu had revealed, Li Jianping’s schemes appeared utterly vile.
If even someone like Qin Kaiwu—a former Saint—couldn’t escape Li Jianping’s machinations, what hope did ordinary disciples have?
Among the crowd, only Ye Nantian harbored any sympathy for Li Jianping.
After all, without Li Jianping’s schemes, Chu Fan would never have awakened his Yang Fire Physique.
The mere thought of Chu Fan made Ye Nantian glare at Su Ming with venomous resentment—how he wished it were Su Ming bound to that pillar instead!
“Disciples! Untie me at once!” Li Jianping shrieked madly. “When our ancestor returns, you’ll all die!”
“Our ancestor has reached the Heavenly Dao Realm—the same level as Su Ming’s parents! Do you understand what that means?”
As time ticked away, Li Jianping’s eyes grew increasingly feverish. When a streak of light finally appeared in the sky, he screamed:
“The ancestor descends! Su Ming, your doom is at hand!”
The crowd looked up—but strangely, the descending light carried no oppressive aura, nothing like when Su Ming’s parents had arrived years ago.
When the light landed and revealed its occupant, Li Jianping howled:
“Ancestor! Save me! No—kill Su Ming first! Kill that little bastard!”
The Three Saints Ancestor responded by backhanding Li Jianping so hard it shattered all his teeth.
“Blind fool! How dare you address the lord so disrespectfully?!”
To everyone’s shock, the ancestor—Qu Xiangyang—dropped to one knee before Su Ming.
“This humble servant Qu Xiangyang, founder of Three Saints Sect, pays respects to my lord.”
“I beg my lord’s forgiveness. I shall deliver a satisfactory resolution—please grant this unworthy one some time…”
Silence.
The entire square stood frozen.
Qu Xiangyang—that was indeed the ancestor’s name.
Many of the sect’s peaks bore “yang” in their names in his honor.
Yet here he knelt, speaking to Su Ming with utmost subservience.
The most shocked wasn’t Su Ming, but Li Jianping, who screamed:
“You’re not our ancestor! The real Qu Xiangyang is a Heavenly Dao Realm supreme! He’d never grovel to some brat! I’ll kill you, impostor!”
Qu Xiangyang’s face flushed with fury.
“Outrageous! Who made you sect master? A disgrace to Three Saints Sect!”
“Lord Su is our sect’s honored guest! How dare you address him thus—have you no fear of death?”
Growing angrier, Qu Xiangyang prepared to execute Li Jianping on the spot—this concerned the sect’s very survival.
“Lord Su, forgive this transgression. Today I must personally clean house!”
Su Ming watched impassively, curious whether the ancestor would follow through.
Under the crowd’s gaze, Li Jianping watched in horror as his savior raised a palm—and ended his life.