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“You all are here for the Martial Saint’s legacy, aren’t you?”

“This Martial Saint’s domain is only accessible to those below the Martial God level. I presume you’ve all prepared warriors to enter and explore it.”

“It just so happens that I haven’t had a chance to stretch my limbs in a long time, so I’ll permit you to send your people to explore the Immortal Sun Martial Saint’s domain.”

“Within the Martial Saint’s domain, I don’t need your people to avoid me. Feel free to try and kill me; otherwise, it would be too boring.”

“Oh, and you needn’t worry. Even if I die, no one will come looking for trouble afterward. My brothers in the clan might even thank you.”

Su Lang lifted his chin, looking down his nose at Crimson Sun Mu Zhu and the others, embodying the image of an arrogant, overbearing scion who believed himself second only to heaven, performing the role of a profligate perfectly!

He even brought up his ‘brothers,’ leading Crimson Sun Mu Zhu and the others to let their imaginations run wild.

Upon hearing Su Lang’s words, Crimson Sun Mu Zhu and the others had two immediate thoughts.

Their first thought was: This guy is indeed a scion of a super powerful clan; he’s incredibly arrogant and domineering!

Their second thought was: So this guy isn’t the sole heir of a super powerful clan; he has several brothers who are at odds with him!

As top-tier figures in a Saint Clan, Crimson Sun Mu Zhu and the others were very familiar with such power struggles within clans.

In fact, they themselves had fought their way to the top against other heirs of their own clan.

In such competitions, all familial and friendly bonds were truly discarded.

If they really killed this profligate in front of them, they might even be able to curry favor with his brothers!

In that case, not only would there be no retaliation, but they might even rise to a higher position!

If they could be noticed by a prominent figure from an Imperial Clan and taken as a trusted subordinate, then getting promoted to a low-level Martial Immortal shouldn’t be a problem, right!?

At this thought, Crimson Sun Mu Zhu and the others immediately became excited.

Of course, they weren't oblivious to Su Lang’s true intentions.

—He was giving them a chance to prevent them from overturning the table and continuing to fight, which might destroy the legacy.

The Immortal Sun Martial Saint’s legacy was indeed so precious that even direct descendants of an Imperial Clan coveted it!

Crimson Sun Mu Zhu took a deep breath and said, “Since this young master has spoken, we will play along with you. We hope you keep your word!”

Facing Su Lang, this ‘super profligate,’ even Red, Yellow, and Green began to address him with the respectful ‘you’ (您).

Hmm… self-inflicted assumptions are the most lethal!

“Doubt is an insult to me!”

Su Lang said with an arrogant and disdainful expression, “If you don’t get lost now, I’ll retract what I just said. I don’t care if I lose this legacy here; it’s only an Immortal-level legacy anyway.”

“……”

Crimson Sun Mu Zhu and the others held their breath, then took a deep breath and raised their hands in unison: “Farewell…”

And so, the ten Martial Saints, who had arrived with such imposing grandeur, scurried away in disarray.

“Ah, life is like a play, all relying on acting!”

Su Lang sighed inwardly, then nodded to Chu Xiaobei, “Let’s go, follow me back to my residence.”

“Ah! You pervert, you’re getting too big for your britches!” Chu Xiaobei cursed inwardly, a vein even throbbing on her smooth forehead.

“Cough cough, Patriarch Yan Fa, let’s go.”

Seeing the situation was not good, Su Lang immediately shifted his attention.

“Yes!”

Yaochi Yan Fa was even more respectful than before.

The Yaochi clan’s prodigies, on the other hand, felt a mix of complex emotions: envy, jealousy, bitterness, and powerlessness.

They were all of the younger generation.

But this person could look down on a Great Saint with disdain.

As for them, let alone showing disdain to a Great Saint, they didn't even dare to be disrespectful to a Martial God.

Sometimes, the gap between people cannot be bridged even with a lifetime of effort.

All the Yaochi clan’s prodigies only regretted not having Su Lang’s status, being born at the pinnacle of the continent.

But none of them knew that Su Lang was born a low-level nobody in a small corner of the Blue Star.

His ability to reach where he was today was entirely due to his own efforts!

What? You mentioned a system? What’s that? Never heard of it!

Next.

Su Lang then put his arm around Ru Xue, whose eyes were sparkling, and Xian Xian, and, accompanied by the fuming Chu Xiaobei and the extremely respectful Yaochi Yan Fa and others, returned to the nearby Yaochi clan’s outpost.