Starting with a Super Five-Star Hotel

"Hold on!" Su Xuan suddenly raised his hand just as the two disciples were rapidly closing in.

"Feng Zhengyuan, are you chickening out?" one of them said coldly.

Both of their cultivation levels were extremely close to the Late Stage of Longevity, and if they joined forces against Su Xuan, their odds of victory would be great. Moreover, they had both mastered the Xuanbing Palm. This technique could inflict a negative status—slowed movement—that could directly suppress Su Xuan's agility. They also had a good understanding of "Feng Zhengyuan's" abilities. While his overall level was decent, there was nothing particularly eye-catching about him. In other words, he was quite ordinary in every aspect. But what they did not know was that the Feng Zhengyuan before them was no longer the original one.

"Not at all," Su Xuan waved dismissively and said earnestly. "I just wanted to ask, if I accidentally beat you until you cry, you won't turn around and call for your parents, will you?"

"Hahaha!" The two disciples burst into laughter. "Don't worry, we won't do that. Just think of this as a sparring match. Even if someone is accidentally killed, you don't have to worry about the consequences!"

"That's not what I meant!" To their surprise, Su Xuan curled his lip and said, "I mean that you should feel free to find your backers and come looking for trouble. Even if you bring your grandfathers over, I'll beat them up too!"

"How audacious!"

"Arrogant!"

Enraged, the two disciples blurred into motion, raising their palms to strike at Su Xuan! A dense chill emanated from their bodies, leaving a long trail of white frost on the ground. Their hands instantly froze over, turning into sharp ice blades!

Ying Lan, the girl in the blue dress, shuddered as she witnessed the scene. She had been injured by this very technique, and now, whenever the weather was damp and chilly, she would feel an unbearable cold deep in her bones.

"Senior Brother, be careful!" Ying Lan cried out nervously.

Su Xuan simply curled the corner of his mouth into a faint smirk. Without using any techniques, he relied solely on his physical strength. He took a single step forward, raised his fists, and lunged at the two charging men!

BOOM!

BANG!

SNAP!

The two disciples were instantly sent flying backward. They hit the ground and slid for more than ten meters!

"Damn it, how is he so strong?"

"Such terrifying strength is comparable to a Longevity Realm Body Cultivator, right?!"

Once they skidded to a stop, they immediately struggled to their feet, their hearts filled with shock. The sharp ice blades on their hands had shattered, and blood trickled from between their fingers.

"Again!"

True to their status as Longevity Realm Experts, the two were tenacious fighters. With a shake of their hands, they formed ice blades once more!

But before they could launch another attack, Su Xuan's figure appeared before them. He reached out and gripped their wrists.

"What... what are you doing?" they stammered, staring wide-eyed at Su Xuan.

His hands were like iron vises, clamping their wrists so tightly they were rendered completely immobile.

"I want to see whose ice blades are stronger," Su Xuan said with a wicked grin. He suddenly tightened his grip and smashed their bladed hands together, adding, "Aren't you supposed to be using the Xuanbing Palm? Why the ice blades?"

They didn't have time to answer. They quickly raised their free hands, which were also sheathed in ice, and stabbed toward Su Xuan's heart. They used blades instead of palms because ice blades were a higher-level application of the Xuanbing Palm and possessed far greater power.

With a subtle sidestep, Su Xuan dodged their fatal strike and simultaneously slammed their captured hands together.

CRASH!

Both of their ice blades shattered, spraying fragments across the ground.

SNAP!

With a vicious twist, Su Xuan snapped their wrists. A sickening crunch echoed as their hands were bent back at a perfect ninety-degree angle.

AARGH!

AARGH!

Both men let out bloodcurdling screams, tears flying from the corners of their eyes.

Only then did Su Xuan release their wrists. He lifted his foot in a flash of motion and kicked each of them in the stomach.

THUD! THUD!

Their bodies bent like shrimp as they flew through the air in an arc, landing hard on their knees. Once on the ground, they did nothing but clutch their broken wrists, their faces masks of agony.

This wasn't fun anymore! The Xuanbing Palm was bent!

Su Xuan walked up to the two men and said nonchalantly, "A man's knees are precious as gold. Do you two enjoy kneeling so much?"

The men looked up at Su Xuan with fury, but they were at a loss for words. After all, he really had beaten them to their knees.

Just then, Ying Lan came over and tugged on Su Xuan's arm. "Senior Brother, that's enough," she whispered, wanting him to quit while he was ahead and avoid any unforeseen consequences.

Su Xuan, however, pulled Ying Lan in front of him and ordered the two kneeling men, "Call her Grandma."

"Like hell!" one of them snarled. They still had some backbone. Enduring the sharp pain in their knees, they slowly struggled to their feet, grinding their teeth. "If you've got the guts, wait until our wrists heal. We'll fight again!"

"Heh." Su Xuan gave a faint smile. He placed his hands on their heads and shoved the two, who had just managed to stand, back down to their knees. "Are you going to do it or not?"

"Never!"

"Never!"

They glared up at him furiously.

"No, is that it?" Su Xuan grabbed one of them by the hair and slapped him hard across the face.

The slap was so heavy that a molar flew from the man's mouth.

"I—" The man's mouth filled with blood as he tried to speak, but Su Xuan gave him no chance. He unleashed a torrent of slaps, raining them down on the man's face.

In just a few seconds, he had beaten the man's face until it was completely unrecognizable, guaranteed to be a mystery even to his own parents.

"Grandma!"

Suddenly, a tragicomic scene unfolded. The one who hadn't been slapped actually called out to Ying Lan.

He was terrified! He was currently courting a junior sister, and if Su Xuan beat his face into a pig's head, his good looks would be ruined!

"You're a smart one!" Su Xuan released the man he was holding and patted the other one on the head. He smiled. "From now on, whenever you see my junior sister, you will call her Grandma. Got it?"

The man lowered his head and mumbled, "...Got it."

But in his heart, he had already made up his mind. From now on, whenever he saw Ying Lan—and by extension, Su Xuan—he would make a wide detour.

Watching this unfold, Ying Lan wanted to laugh, but for some reason, her eyes reddened instead. After she was beaten last time, the Enforcement Hall had punished the offender, but she still felt a lingering frustration she couldn't resolve. This time, however… it was truly satisfying!

More importantly, her usually cold and aloof senior brother had actually stood up for her, damn the consequences? An irresistible warmth bloomed in her heart. Had her concern for her senior brother finally been reciprocated?

"Let's go back," Su Xuan said to Ying Lan, clapping his hands together as he turned to leave.

But just then, the disciple Su Xuan had beaten into a pig's head struggled to force his eyes open a crack. "Feng!" he slurred.

"If you've really got guts, go and confess to Senior Sister Miao Tong! That's what a real man would do!"