Chapter 93: Cut the Protagonist Father and Son Like Raw Stones
Of course they were looking at a dead man.
Who was Gu Qing?
He was the man who had once dared to slap the empress across the face.
The one who nearly annihilated Su Qingtian with a single finger.
And what was Su Chen compared to that?
A useless good-for-nothing who actually dared to provoke Gu Qing — if he didn't die today, it would truly defy reason.
Still, none of them could understand how a spoiled wastrel like Su Chen had found the courage to challenge him in the first place.
"Daoist Gu, you're not going to back out, are you?"
Su Chen lifted his chin and shrugged, feigning calmness, his gaze full of mockery.
Others might fear Gu Qing, but he didn't.
His father was a peerless King Realm war god, commander of a million troops, feared even by the emperor himself.
And Gu Qing — a mere disciple — what could he possibly do to him?
Besides, given enough time, his cultivation would surpass Gu Qing's eventually.
"No such thing," Gu Qing said with a faint smile and a shake of his head.
"Then have you chosen your stones?" Su Chen asked, the corner of his mouth curling upward.
"I already have."
Gu Qing's eyes gleamed with amusement as he looked at Su Chen — like a predator studying its prey.
Originally, he had intended to keep this one alive a bit longer, to fatten the pig before the slaughter. But since the pig had decided to jump around in front of him, he might as well carve it up now.
"What do you mean by that?"
Su Chen's heart sank, his scalp prickling. Gu Qing's gaze was cold and penetrating, as though it could see through every secret he had. A chill crept up his spine.
Gu Qing turned to He Guanghui. "Cut him open. I think there's divine metal hidden inside him. Be sure to slice carefully."
"Understood, Daoist Gu. Rest assured — we'll cut with utmost precision. Not a speck of divine metal will be wasted."
He Guanghui smiled obsequiously, signaling his men. They immediately understood and stepped forward to seize Su Chen.
"Wait—what are you doing?"
Su Chen's face went white with terror.
What had he just heard?
Gu Qing was going to cut him open like a stone?
What the hell—this was supposed to be a stone-gambling match, not a life-and-death bet!
"Useless trash. In your next life, open your eyes before trying to scheme against others. Not everyone is yours to play with. Know your place."
Their smiles turned sinister as they tied him to a wooden frame, cold daggers gleaming in their hands.
"Stop! Do you know who I am? I'm the son of Su Qingtian! If you dare touch a single hair on my head, my father will never let you live!"
Su Chen's pupils contracted, his voice rising to a terrified roar.
"Hahaha, this fool doesn't even realize his father can't protect himself anymore."
"What, did he just crawl off some brothel girl's belly?"
"Wouldn't be surprised."
The men laughed openly, their jeers full of mockery.
Once, Su Qingtian had been a threat — a peak King Realm powerhouse on the verge of breaking through to the Venerable Realm, destined to become a human sovereign.
But that was the past.
Now, Su Qingtian was crippled, his cultivation in decline, his hopes of advancing forever shattered.
A fallen King Realm posed no threat to the Dust Fate Pavilion.
And with Su Chen bringing death upon himself here — plus Gu Qing's command — none of them dared show mercy.
Otherwise, they would be the ones to face Gu Qing's wrath.
"Tsk, tsk… such smooth skin. You must've used countless heavenly treasures to nourish your body, huh?"
The dagger slid across Su Chen's cheek as the man wielding it grinned darkly.
Su Chen's flesh was practically medicinal—rich and full of energy, a tonic in itself.
The men exchanged knowing glances. Without a word, they stripped away Su Chen's artifact robes.
The dagger flashed — and a thin slice of flesh, translucent as cicada wings, peeled away.
"Hiss—"
"Su Yi, save me!"
"Father! Save me!"
Su Chen screamed in terror, his face twisted with despair.
They were really doing it.
They were actually going to carve him open — there was no jest, no hesitation.
But how could they dare?
Were they not afraid of the Su Family's vengeance?
Su Yi stood silently, head lowered.
He wanted nothing more than to rush forward and die protecting his young master — but Su Qingtian had strictly forbidden him from throwing his life away needlessly.
Because Su Qingtian was already there.
At that very moment, his eyes were bloodshot as he watched his son tied to the rack before him.
"General Su, would you like to make a wager with me as well?" Gu Qing asked with a pleasant smile.
"I wouldn't dare."
Su Qingtian shook his head at once. Just looking at Gu Qing's gentle and refined smile sent a chill down his spine.
Gu Qing's talent was monstrous, but it was his mind and methods that were truly terrifying.
He possessed none of the arrogance or conceit common to other prodigies. His thoughts were deep, his actions decisive and domineering.
If he dared to accept a wager, he knew full well that he would be the next one tied to the cutting rack.
"But I want to gamble with you," Gu Qing said softly, his tone calm and unhurried. "What do you think should be done about that?"
Thud!
Su Qingtian dropped to his knees, banging his forehead against the ground again and again.
The sight left everyone dumbfounded.
Who didn't know that Su Qingtian was a proud and unyielding man, a ruthless war god commanding a million troops, invincible in battle and unbroken in spirit?
When had such a man ever bowed so low?
"Young Master Gu, I will compensate you for every loss my unworthy son caused. Whatever punishment you desire, I will accept it. I only beg that you spare his life."
Su Qingtian deliberately emphasized the word unworthy, making it clear that Su Chen was a cripple who couldn't cultivate — no threat to Gu Qing whatsoever.
He had considered appealing to the emperor for help, but he dismissed the thought immediately.
No emperor would risk offending Gu Qing.
After all, Gu Qing had slapped the empress herself, and not a soul in the court had dared breathe a word of protest.
As for summoning his army to form a battle array and fight Gu Qing to the death — that was even more impossible.
This was the imperial capital; his soldiers couldn't even enter the city gates.
Fleeing was no better. He didn't believe Gu Qing lacked teleportation or pursuit techniques.
So in the end, the only path left before him was to kneel and beg for mercy, praying Gu Qing might show a sliver of compassion.
"Father…"
Su Chen's eyes widened, veins bulging with rage.
Though he was a transmigrator, after nine lifetimes together, he had long seen Su Qingtian as his real father.
Watching Gu Qing humiliate him like this made him want to tear Gu Qing apart.
Yet now, he was forced to face reality. His father — his supposed pillar of strength — couldn't protect him at all.
"Gu Qing, for a so-called prodigy, you're truly vile. Can't take a loss? Then don't embarrass yourself!"
Su Chen roared, his composure collapsing, his eyes filled with fear and despair.
He couldn't understand — why was Gu Qing so different from other geniuses?
In his imagination, Gu Qing should have been proud and obsessed with his reputation.
Once the wager was made, Su Chen would win the ten raw stones, and even if Gu Qing felt humiliated, he would have swallowed his defeat for the sake of face.
No real prodigy would stoop to attacking a "useless cripple."
But reality was the exact opposite.
Gu Qing had agreed to the bet — and then completely overturned it.
Did he not fear being mocked by the entire world?
"Heh."
Gu Qing's soft laugh sent chills through the air. "I, Gu Qing, never break my word. I said we would gamble, and so we shall. Best of three rounds."
With that, his palm glowed as countless runes appeared, gathering but never dispersing. He pressed his hand directly onto Su Qingtian's chest.
The runes surged into Su Qingtian's body, wildly devouring his life force and cultivation.
"Cut him too."
"Yes!"
He Guanghui's eyes lit up with excitement. The blood of a King Realm expert contained immense vitality and refined law essence — priceless materials indeed.
"You dare?" Su Chen screamed, his eyes bloodshot, fear swallowing his voice.
"Why wouldn't I?" Gu Qing sneered.
Trying to outwit him? What a joke. Did they really not know who they were dealing with?
He had absolute strength — only a fool would play mind games with him.
"Foolish child."
Su Qingtian glared at his son, voice trembling with fury. "How could you be so delusional? Have you learned nothing of the truth of this world — that only strength rules?"
Those words cut deeper than any blade.
Only then did Su Chen realize just how horribly wrong he had been.
His plan had been clever — but without power to back it up, it was nothing but a farce.
Regret.
Pure, bitter regret filled his chest.
If he had known Gu Qing would ignore all restraint, he never would have challenged him.
"Dog system, hurry and save me! If I die—"
[No need to say more. If you die, I'll simply bind a new host. You're not irreplaceable.]
"…"
Su Chen's heart went cold as despair swallowed him whole.
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