Chapter 113: Su Hu’s Threat
Su Hu’s face turned green and then black, constantly changing colors like a palette.
He was the head of the Su Family, the largest family in Huan Yun. His reputation and pride mattered the most.
It was embarrassing to be surrounded by so many people at the same time.
Su Hu was extremely regretful. If he had known this would happen, he might as well have made his identity clear from the beginning.
Everyone looked at them in astonishment and bewilderment, making Su Zhiyu and Su Zhijing extremely uncomfortable.
Both sisters hung their heads low, wishing they could bury their faces in their chests.
Su Zhiyu had always been a noble, beautiful, and enviable goddess. Even the ends of her hair were perfect from head to toe.
Now, she looked like a dirty beggar and was seen by so many people. She almost fainted from the shock.
Both parties were silent for a long time. Seeing these people still standing there and watching the commotion, Su Hu finally couldn’t bear it and exploded.
“You’re not allowed to say a word about what happened today. You’re not allowed to have any more contact with Jun Mohuang. Otherwise, don’t think of buying a single Su Family pill in the future! Also, this year, the Su Family’s supply of Advancement Pills for your family will be halved!”
It was all their fault for helping Jun Mohuang chase after the three of them. Otherwise, how could the three of them have landed in this state!
Su Hu vented all his anger on these families.
They were not allowed to have any contact with Jun Mohuang. That naturally meant that they could no longer ask her to help them select magical beast eggs.
“Yes, Head Su.”
The people in charge of the various families exchanged looks and had no choice but to agree.
The medicine sold at Baibao Pavilion was cheap and good, and even better than the Su Family’s pills. But they did not care for those.
They could not do without the Advancement Pills.
In Cangyuan Continent, the level of the spiritual realm was differentiated by the amount of spiritual liquid in one’s vital energy.
The first tier of the spiritual realm only required a drop of spiritual liquid.
Tier 2, 100 drops
Tier 3, 1,000 drops
Tier 4, 3,000 drops
Tier 5, 8,000 drops
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Towards the end, the amount of spiritual liquid needed increased.
Jun Mohuang was at Tier 7 now and had 30,000 drops of spiritual liquid in her vital energy.
The highest level of Tier 9 required a total of 100,000 drops.
Refining such a large amount of spiritual liquid was not easy. Many people would be stuck at the threshold of promotion.
The Advancement Pill could temporarily double the cultivator’s ability to refine the spiritual liquid.
Cultivators who were stuck at the threshold of promotion would have an Advancement Pill which would greatly improve their success rate.
Every year, there were many descendants who were stuck at the gates of ascension. The Advancement Pills were unique to the Su Family, so they did not dare to offend the Su Family.
Seeing them still standing there, Su Hu roared again, “Get lost!”
After his shout, the people around finally dispersed.
Only the three of them were left in the trash.
Su Zhiyu’s head drooped and her expression was downcast.
Besides the collapse of her image as a goddess, there was one thing she couldn’t accept.
Jun Mohuang, who she thought was useless, not only beat her in picking magical beast eggs, but also completely crushed her in terms of combat strength.
Su Zhiyu was as still as a frosted eggplant. She lowered her head and wished she could bury her face in her chest.
She also regretted being impulsive and following her father out at night.
Why didn’t he reveal his identity when he was escaping?
Why did that idiot Feng Yunyi suggest that she compete with Jun Mohuang in selecting a magical beast egg?
Why did this trash Jun Mohuang have to become so powerful?
Everything was Jun Mohuang’s fault. Why didn’t she die in the Forest Of A Thousand Illusions? Or lose her chastity at that time!
If she had died or lost her virginity, that Young Master wouldn’t have taken a liking to her, and none of today’s events would have happened.
The hatred in Su Zhiyu’s heart grew like an explosion of weed.
She suddenly slapped Su Zhijing hard.