The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace

Lanlin County, Su Family Estate.

"Stop right there! What are the three of you trying to do?"

The Su family guards at the gate shouted as they noticed Sun Fenglin and his two companions approaching with an intimidating aura.

Sun Fenglin's face was cold and expressionless. With a casual wave of his sleeve, a terrifying burst of energy surged forth, striking the guards and sending them flying. The force was so immense that the tightly shut Su family gate was blown apart, shattering into splinters.

The guards crashed to the ground in lifeless heaps, their breaths extinguished in an instant.

Inside the Su family courtyard, the commotion drew the attention of other guards, who rushed to the front yard to investigate.

Clang!

A dozen guards unsheathed their weapons, their expressions tense as they faced Sun Fenglin and his group.

"Where is Su Yinglong? Tell him to get out here!" Sun Fenglin demanded, his voice icy and unwavering.

The Su family guards exchanged uneasy glances. They knew full well that Sun Fenglin was a cultivator, a foe far beyond their capabilities as mere mortals. Quietly, one of them slipped away to deliver the news.

Su Yinglong and the Su family elders sat in anxious silence, awaiting news from the Wang family.

The deaths of the two rogue cultivators stationed at the Su family had left them defenseless. Without reinforcements from the Wang family, the Su family had no means of resisting the Yun family's growing aggression, especially with only three spiritual-rooted descendants among their ranks.

"Master!"

A guard burst into the hall, his voice urgent.

"Is it news from the Wang family? Have they sent reinforcements?" Su Yinglong asked, his face lighting up with hope as he rose to his feet.

"N-no… It's Sun Fenglin and his brother—they've come for us!"

"Damn it! Those two have come knocking after all!" Su Yinglong's expression darkened, unease creeping into his voice.

"Why hasn't the Wang family sent anyone yet?"

The elders echoed his worry, pacing like ants on a hot stove.

"Who knows? We sent word to them yesterday, and still no response!"

"Could it be… the Wang family has abandoned us?"

"Impossible," Su Yinglong replied firmly. "The Wang family needs the Su family to counterbalance the Yun family. They've invested significant cultivation resources in us over the past year—there's no way they'd abandon us halfway."

Hearing this, the elders nodded in agreement.

"For now, let's confront the Sun brothers. If it comes to it, we'll invoke the name of the Yulin Wang Clan," Su Yinglong declared after a brief pause, his tone icy.

With those words, he led the Su family elders and the three spiritual-rooted descendants to the front yard.

When they arrived, the sight of the slain guards and the Sun brothers standing confidently greeted them.

As Su Yinglong's gaze shifted, it fell on the figure of Su Shengyun standing behind the Sun brothers. His expression turned stormy.

"Shengyun, is this how you repay me?"

Under Su Yinglong's cold and piercing glare, Su Shengyun instinctively lowered his head, unable to meet his gaze.

"Shengyun is my nephew. He carries the blood of the Sun family, not the blood of a thief like you," Sun Fenglin said as he pulled Su Shengyun behind him, his eyes locking onto Su Yinglong with a fiery intensity.

"Good! Very good! I, Su Yinglong, must have been blind to raise an ungrateful wolf in my midst!" Su Yinglong spat, his voice laced with venom.

"But don't think you've won, Sun Fenglin. If this boy can betray me, he'll betray you just as easily."

"That's not your concern," Sun Fenglin replied coolly.

"I've come here for one purpose only: to demand the return of the wealth your family plundered from mine and the release of the Sun family members you've enslaved.

If you refuse…"

Sun Fenglin's eyes gleamed coldly as he raised his hand.

Boom!

A deafening explosion erupted as a surge of energy tore through a group of Su family guards, shredding their bodies into bloody pieces. Flesh and blood splattered across the courtyard, the scene both horrific and chilling.

"...I will kill every last member of your Su family!"

Watching Sun Fenglin's unrestrained brutality, Su Yinglong's face turned a deep shade of green with rage.

The Su family elders and the spiritual-rooted descendants, including Su Yue, stood frozen, their expressions dark and filled with suppressed fury.

"You think the Su family is defenseless, Sun Fenglin?"

"Of course, I do," Sun Fengxuan sneered, stepping forward with an icy smirk.

Had the two rogue cultivators still been stationed at the Su family, the Sun brothers would never have dared to launch such a bold attack. But now, with the power vacuum, they had seized the moment.

"Sun Fenglin, don't think my Su family is so easy to trample upon! We have…"

Before Su Yinglong could finish, four figures descended into the courtyard as if from nowhere.

At the forefront stood an elder clad in black robes, his aura revealing him to be a Embryo Breath cultivator at the seventh stage.

Beside him was a strikingly voluptuous woman in a crimson dress, exuding an aura equally powerful.

The third figure, a burly middle-aged man with a greatsword strapped to his back, radiated the oppressive strength of a Embryo Breath cultivator at the seventh-stage peak.

The final arrival was a young man, no more than seventeen, dressed in fine robes and wielding a folding fan. He was the strongest of the four—a Embryo Breath cultivator at the eighth stage.

"Looks like we arrived just in time for the fun," the young man remarked, his lips curling into an amused grin as he surveyed the carnage of the Su family guards and the presence of Sun Fenglin's party.

"So much anger in one so young," the black-robed elder muttered, his gaze lingering on the mutilated remains of the guards before settling on Sun Fenglin.

"These three have strong life energy. They'd make excellent nourishment," the crimson-dressed woman said, her eyes glinting with a predatory gleam as she licked her lips hungrily while staring at Sun Fenglin and his companions.

"Enough talk. Let's get to work," the burly man growled, unsheathing his greatsword. With a thunderous roar, he swung it directly at Sun Fenglin.

The sheer force of the strike was overwhelming.

Sun Fenglin reacted swiftly, activating a talisman that conjured a shield of light, narrowly blocking the blow.

However, the burly man didn't relent. In a flash, he closed the distance and swung his greatsword horizontally like an axe.

Bang!

The impact sent Sun Fenglin flying like a ragdoll, blood spraying from his mouth as he crashed to the ground.

"You dare storm the Su family with nothing but your pitiful sixth-stage cultivation? Who gave you the courage?" the man taunted, not bothering to finish Sun Fenglin off immediately.

As he spoke, Sun Fengxuan and Su Shengyun leapt to their feet and charged forward.

"Hmph."

The burly man snorted disdainfully. With a mere burst of spiritual pressure, he forced the two to the ground, immobilizing them.

"Hey, old sword, don't kill them! I need them for my cultivation! If you ruin my cauldrons, I'll make you pay!" the crimson-dressed woman warned sharply.

"Relax. I know what I'm doing," the man replied, slightly annoyed.

"Many thanks to the four immortal masters for arriving in time! Without you, my Su family would have been in grave danger!"

Su Yinglong quickly approached with the Su family elders in tow, bowing repeatedly to express his gratitude. His face beamed with relief, and the weight on his shoulders seemed to lift.

Turning his attention back to the restrained Sun brothers, Su Yinglong's expression turned mocking.

"Sun Fenglin, did you really think that just because the Su family lost two rogue cultivators, you could storm in here as you pleased?"

"Hah! Foolish dog, you've overestimated yourself!"

Then, his gaze shifted to Su Shengyun, who was pinned to the ground by the spiritual pressure. His tone turned icy as he spoke:

"And you, Su Shengyun. If you return to the Su family now and acknowledge me as your father again, I may consider forgiving everything you've done. I'm willing to let bygones be bygones."

The courtyard fell silent as all eyes turned to Su Shengyun.

Even Sun Fenglin and Sun Fengxuan, battered as they were, looked at him intently. This was the moment of truth—would he waver?

"I acknowledged a thief as my father once. I will never do so again!" Su Shengyun's voice rang out, steady and resolute.

"And from this moment forward, I am no longer Su Shengyun. My name is Sun Congyun!"

His gaze burned with hatred as he glared at Su Yinglong.

"You Su family oppressed me, humiliated me, and enslaved my brothers and clansmen. I've endured your cruelty for too long.

I swear, I will not rest until every last one of you is eradicated. Especially you, Su Yinglong!"

The courtyard was silent, save for the venomous echo of his words.