Chapter 90

The next morning.

When Su Yi woke up from his meditation, the tower ship was already sailing on the Dacang River, and everything had returned to tranquility.

As he walked out of his room and came to the first floor of the tower, he saw that Yuan Luoxi and the others were already waiting there.

On a table, a sumptuous breakfast had been prepared.

"Mr. Su, we were just waiting for you to join us for the meal," Yuan Luoxi said brightly.

Her beautiful eyes were as bright as the morning dew, and her tone was intimate.

Noticing this subtle change, Su Yi couldn't help but smile and casually took a seat, saying, "Let's eat together."

Only then did Yuan Luoxi, Cheng Wuyong, and Huang Qianjun take their seats.

While they were eating, Cheng Wuyong suddenly coughed.

Su Yi raised an eyebrow and asked, "Did you get injured last night?"

Cheng Wuyong laughed and said, "It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."

Huang Qianjun couldn't help but say, "Brother Su, last night, Senior Cheng chased after that scoundrel who insulted you and got injured in the process."

Su Yi was taken aback for a moment, then he recalled something and said, "Was it the one who said he would chop off my head with one strike?"

The image of the middle-aged scholar from last night came to mind.

Huang Qianjun laughed and said, "That's the one, but his head was already chopped off by Senior Cheng."

"You have my thanks."

Su Yi couldn't help but look at Cheng Wuyong more closely.

Cheng Wuyong hurriedly said, "Mr. Su, don't be too formal. This is what Cheng should do."

At that moment, a deep voice came from outside the tower.

"Old Cheng, has Young Master Su woken up?"

"It's Zhang Yiren," Cheng Wuyong whispered. "Mr. Su, he already knows about what happened last night. If I'm not mistaken, he's here to thank you."

With that, he got up to greet him.

While eating, Su Yi instructed Yuan Luoxi, "Tell me what happened last night."

His tone was calm and natural.

Yuan Luoxi immediately put down her chopsticks and began to recount the events of the previous night, her voice as clear and melodious as a songbird in a secluded valley.

Seeing this, Huang Qianjun couldn't help but feel a deep admiration.

The esteemed daughter of the Yuan family, the famous young lady of Yunhe County, was being treated like a servant by Brother Su. Who would believe it?

And Yuan Luoxi, who was known for her capricious and arrogant nature, had even kicked the scrotum of the young master of the Zhang family, Zhang Yuanxing, but in front of Brother Su, she was incredibly obedient.

Moreover, from her expression, she seemed to be very happy...

As a young master who had spent years frequenting brothels and pleasure boats, Huang Qianjun could easily see that if Su Yi had any intention, Yuan Luoxi would be powerless to resist and would easily fall for him.

How could Huang Qianjun not admire him?

He prided himself on his skills in pursuing women, but now, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe towards Su Yi.

If Brother Su were to indulge in the pleasures of the world, with such skills, even celestial maidens would be willing to throw themselves at him.

A series of footsteps approached, interrupting Huang Qianjun's thoughts.

Looking up, he saw the tall and imposing figure of Zhang Yiren and Cheng Wuyong walking in.

"Mr. Su, please don't get up. I'm here only to express my gratitude and will leave immediately."

Seeing Su Yi about to rise, Zhang Yiren quickly waved his hand.

Then, he clasped his hands together in front of his chest and bowed solemnly to Su Yi.

He was indeed a man of few words, straightforward and honest. After a brief conversation, he bid farewell and left.

However, Cheng Wuyong was deeply moved and said, "Mr. Su, the salute Zhang Yiren just gave is the highest honor of the Green Armor Army under the command of the Martial Spirit Marquis, representing a debt of gratitude that will never be forgotten. He will repay it with his life, if necessary!"

Su Yi was also surprised and nodded, saying, "Such a person is worthy of praise."

Before leaving, Zhang Yiren left a precious gift—a jar of spirit wine.

This wine, named "Snowy Wind," was personally brewed by the Martial Spirit Marquis, Chen Zheng.

It was made by soaking sixteen types of spirit herbs and the essence blood of a fourth-rank beast, then buried deep in the snow to absorb the cold for ten years before it was considered fully matured.

The spirit and blood energy contained in the wine far exceeded that of ordinary second-rank spirit herbs.

A jar of such wine was invaluable.

"Snowy Wind, a name that fits the fierce wind and heavy snow, quite fitting," Su Yi thought to himself.

The fact that Zhang Yiren gave such a valuable gift showed the depth of his gratitude.

He opened the jar and poured a cup of wine, which was a bright, translucent red, sparkling like nectar, and emitted a strong, fiery aroma.

"You helped me by beheading my enemy, so I will return the favor by offering you this wine."

Su Yi picked up the cup and handed it to Cheng Wuyong.

Cheng Wuyong was pleasantly surprised and quickly accepted it, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Su, for the wine."

"No need to be formal. This wine should be beneficial for your injuries," Su Yi said casually.

Seeing Yuan Luoxi and Huang Qianjun looking at him eagerly, Su Yi couldn't help but smile and said, "This wine is very potent. If you drink it now, you'll spend the whole day in cultivation. Let's drink it together tonight."

Yuan Luoxi and Huang Qianjun smiled and agreed.

Not long after, the young man in purple robes and Qingjin came to visit.

"Mr. Su, thanks to your help last night, we were able to avert a major crisis. This small gift is a token of our gratitude, please accept it."

As soon as they entered, the young man in purple robes presented a gift box with both hands, bowing respectfully.

Seeing that Su Yi didn't object, Huang Qianjun quickly got up and took the gift box.

Cheng Wuyong then smiled and invited the young man in purple robes and Qingjin to take a seat.

Even he and Yuan Luoxi felt somewhat restrained in the presence of the sixth prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

However, Su Yi sat there leisurely, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, and asked, "Has the matter been investigated?"

"Without hiding anything from you, after last night's interrogation, we learned that the assassins were all members of a group called the 'Star Slaughter Alliance,' a criminal organization that operates in the underground world of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Their members are all notorious criminals," the young man in purple robes said thoughtfully.

"This time, they were hired by someone who promised them ten thousand gold pieces, a hundred spirit herbs, ten secret manuals of the Mystic Rank, and a cultivation technique of the Heavenly Rank..."

Seeing that he was about to continue, Su Yi interrupted, "Who is the employer?"

The young man in purple robes looked slightly embarrassed, "The criminals didn't know. They communicated through a secret intermediary."

Su Yi had expected this and wasn't surprised, "Then who do you think is behind the employer?"

The young man in purple robes hesitated for a moment and then said, "I suspect it's related to my third brother."

The third prince!

Yuan Luoxi and Cheng Wuyong exchanged glances, their faces showing shock.

"The princes are at odds, likely over the struggle for the throne," Su Yi shook his head.

This was the secular world, where even in the eyes of martial artists, imperial power represented the highest authority, attracting many.

The young man in purple robes paused for a moment and then stood up, bowing and said, "Mr. Su, at this point, I no longer need to hide. My name is Zhou Zhili, the sixth prince of the royal family. After witnessing your extraordinary prowess last night, I was deeply impressed..."

Before he could finish, Su Yi smiled lightly, "You want me to work for you?"

Zhou Zhili's expression was serious and sincere, "If I could have your assistance, it would be a great advantage for me. I can assure you that if you have ambitions in the political arena, I will help you become a king or a prime minister."

"If you are dedicated to the path of cultivation, I will do my best to gather rare treasures and secret techniques for you!"

He paused, his eyes firm, "If I ever ascend to the throne, I will appoint you as the Imperial Preceptor!"

These words left Yuan Luoxi and the others in awe and trembling.

Imperial Preceptor!

The position of Imperial Preceptor in the Great Zhou Dynasty was almost the second most powerful person in the land, with a status so revered and authority so great that even the princes would have to rely on his power.

Like the current Imperial Preceptor, Hong Canzhang, who was the head of the top family in Yucheng City, the Hong family, and the palace master of one of the ten great academies of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Phoenix Ridge Academy.

And he himself was a transcendent martial artist who had achieved the innate realm of martial arts many years ago, with unfathomable martial power!

"Imperial Preceptor?"

Su Yi raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "Not to mention that I, Su Yi, don't care about such things, but you, a sixth prince who hasn't yet gained real power, are making grand promises. How exaggerated is that?"

Zhou Zhili was taken aback, his face turning red, "Mr. Su, I truly hope to gain your support. I swear to the heavens that every word I say comes from the heart. If I lie, may I die a terrible death!"

Su Yi's expression was cold, "No need to say more."

What a joke, a mere prince, thinking he could make him, Su Xuanjun, serve him?

Absolutely ridiculous!

Zhou Zhili fell silent, sitting down dejectedly.

He was quite frustrated. If it were any other martial master, they would have already agreed.

But Su Yi seemed to disdain even lowering his head.

This left Zhou Zhili feeling a sense of defeat.

Seeing this, Yuan Luoxi and Cheng Wuyong felt a deep sense of regret.

In their view, Zhou Zhili had made a big mistake. He didn't understand that Mr. Su was like a fallen immortal, not someone who could be bought with secular power and wealth.

If he had humbled himself and truly tried to befriend Mr. Su, he might have received some favor.

Suddenly, Qingjin spoke, with a tone of reprimand, "I told you long ago that true cultivators who are dedicated to the path of cultivation don't care about secular power and wealth, but you wouldn't listen."

Zhou Zhili could only laugh bitterly and shake his head.

How could he have known that a young man with such profound martial arts skills would already view power and wealth as trivial?

"Regardless, I am very happy to have met and befriended Mr. Su. Moreover, Mr. Su saved my life, and I will always remember this great favor."

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Zhili spoke softly.

With that, he stood up, preparing to leave.

Qingjin hesitated for a moment, then seemed to make a firm decision. She raised her beautiful face, her sharp eyes looking at Su Yi, and said, "I meant what I said last night. Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Her voice was resolute, as if she were a prisoner awaiting judgment and ready to face death bravely.

Everyone's expressions became subtle.

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PS: There will be an extra update before 7 PM. My dark circles are a testament to my hard work.