Chapter 19: Su Yuexi's Past

If there were anyone from the Great Shang Imperial Army around right now, they would understand just how terrifying the killing intent of the Invincible Divine General, Sikong Jing, truly was!

At this moment, the domestic servants felt as if they were being crushed, unable to breathe.

It wasn't until Sikong Jing withdrew his killing intent that they all finally let out long sighs of relief. Suddenly, one servant asked, "Tenfold return? Are you serious?"

"I have always been a man of my word," Sikong Jing replied coldly.

Auntie Li covered her face and asked resentfully, "And what if you can't produce it?"

"I will give you my life. Didn't Su Zhengtao instigate you all to come here to cause trouble and rob us just because he wants my life?" Sikong Jing stated decisively.

Old Master Su had cut off their financial supply, and the servants were rebelling and demanding money; it was impossible that Su Zhengtao wasn't pulling the strings behind the scenes.

"Fine, fine, fine. You said it yourself," Auntie Li said with a cold laugh. "Let's go..."

"Stop!"

Seeing the servants turning to leave, Sikong Jing gave a low command: "Leave the items."

A male servant was still holding Mei Xiaofang's silk cloth; hearing this, he could only hurl the item back at Sikong Jing in hatred.

In an instant, all the servants had departed.

Sikong Jing took the silk and handed it to Mei Xiaofang, saying, "Mother-in-law..."

Before he could finish, a gust of palm wind whipped toward him from Mei Xiaofang's direction.

Sikong Jing reacted swiftly, quickly grabbing her hand and asking, "Mother-in-law, what are you doing?"

"You still dare to ask me what I'm doing?"

"If you hadn't crippled Su Yang, would that old fossil Su Xuefeng have cut off our family's allowance?"

"And what did you just say? Tenfold return? Where are we supposed to find ten times the wages? We don't even have a single copper coin left! You spent it all during your wedding ceremony last night, do you know that?"

Mei Xiaofang stared at Sikong Jing with bloodshot eyes, screaming uncontrollably.

"Since I married into the Su family, I have never been this miserable. Even during the ten years since Yuexi's father was severely injured, I managed to scrape by, but since you appeared, can I get any more miserable than this?"

"If Su Yuexi is a jinx, then you are a tenfold jinx!"

The betrayal of the servants caused the emotions Mei Xiaofang had suppressed for ten years to completely collapse.

Sikong Jing stood there blankly. He gently released Mei Xiaofang's hand and said seriously, "Mother-in-law, do not worry about the money. Within three days, I will ensure you are no longer in want, and we will never need a single copper from the Su family again."

Sikong Jing had lived a very hard life as a child and understood the pain of having empty pockets.

But for him, making money was not difficult; he simply needed three days to further elevate his cultivation realm.

Mei Xiaofang stared at him coldly, eventually sneering, "Fine. If you can't produce it in three days, then kill yourself."

"That way, our house will finally have some peace."

With that, Mei Xiaofang turned and walked toward her room in a daze, too exhausted even to question him further.

At this moment, Su Yuexi, who had been unable to interject, called out, "Mother..."

Pausing her steps, Mei Xiaofang interrupted, "Your father has fallen into a coma again. You are not allowed to let him know about this. I won't allow you to upset him anymore... he can't take it!"

Mei Xiaofang's retreating figure looked desolate, her shoulders shaking as she finally disappeared into the courtyard.

Watching her mother's back, Su Yuexi lowered her head in grievance, her expression full of pain.

Sikong Jing remained silent for a moment before suddenly asking, "Yuexi, does your mother always vent her anger on you simply because of your appearance?"

He could understand anything, even her lack of trust in him.

But hearing her constantly called a jinx made Sikong Jing feel very uncomfortable. Was her father's severe injury also her fault?

"No. My father's injury ten years ago was directly related to me."

As Su Yuexi spoke, Sikong Jing's spirit jolted, and he listened intently.

"I was eight years old back then. While playing outside, I was taken an interest in by a noble young master who wanted to take me as his maid."

"He forcibly brought me back to the Su house and demanded me from my father. Of course, my father couldn't agree, but that noble was too powerful. He revealed his identity and forced my father to comply, otherwise, the Su family would have been destroyed."

"The noble gave me and the Su family one day to say our goodbyes."

"And when I woke up the next day, I had suddenly become... like this."

Sikong Jing's eyes widened. After she suddenly became "ugly," that noble certainly wouldn't want her anymore, and he would surely believe her parents were behind it. The resulting fury was easy to imagine.

"And then?" Sikong Jing asked urgently.

"When the noble was in a fit of rage, my elder sister stepped forward and said she was willing to take my place as his maid."

Sikong Jing's spirit jolted again; he realized that Su Yuexi was the second young lady of the Su family, and she had an older sister.

"My sister, Su Yuexian, was taken away. But the noble believed my sister was far inferior to me, so my father still had to be punished. After that battle, my father... was severely injured," Su Yuexi explained, biting her lip.

Sikong Jing felt dazed. He suddenly realized that the Crimson Spider Venom was likely administered to her by her own sister.

It was done so that Su Yuexi would not be taken away by the noble.

At the time, Su Yuexian was not old either and likely hadn't considered the impact of her sister's change in appearance.

"My change in appearance caused my sister to be taken away. There has been no news of her for ten years. Every time Mother remembers her, she weeps in secret."

"And because of me, my father was severely injured."

"I don't know why I became this way. I suspected my parents did it on purpose, but it really wasn't them... many doctors said it was a congenital deformity."

"I wish so much that it had been me who was taken away. That way, my sister wouldn't have left, and my parents wouldn't have had to suffer like this."

At this point, large tears rolled down Su Yuexi's face, her heart filled with agony.

Sikong Jing finally understood why Mei Xiaofang's attitude toward Su Yuexi was so terrible.

"Who was that noble?" A flash of killing intent appeared in Sikong Jing's eyes.

The cause of all this was not Su Yuexi.

It was that domineering noble—the one who had injured her father and taken her sister away.

He could imagine how lost and helpless an eight-year-old Su Yuexi must have been, and how much ruthless blame she had endured over the last ten years. All of it stemmed from that one man.

Shaking her head, Su Yuexi replied, "Perhaps Father knows, but he never speaks of it."

Sikong Jing understood. The noble's identity was likely terrifyingly high; even if Su Yuexi knew, it wouldn't matter.

Thinking of this, he could only offer her comfort: "Everything will get better. I will definitely get the money within three days."

Su Yuexi lifted her eyelids slightly and gave a soft response, though it was unclear if she believed him or not.

For the next two days, Su Yuexi's home remained very quiet.

Su Zhenglong woke up once during this time. After asking if Old Master Su or Su Zhengtao had launched any retaliatory actions, he fell back into a peaceful sleep, because both Mei Xiaofang and Su Yuexi told him that nothing had happened.

During these two days, Sikong Jing mostly stayed in his room cultivating, only opening his door at noon on the third day.

He left the Su residence alone.

Strolling leisurely through the streets of Yunye City, he soon stopped in front of a building called the Tianwu Pavilion. This was a place that sold martial arts techniques and manuals, and also purchased them.

Sikong Jing's method of making money was, naturally, to come here and sell martial arts techniques.