Volume 1, Chapter 60: The Dragon and Phoenix Pendant, the Teacher's Deep and Painstaking Efforts!!

“No need to be so pessimistic. Chen Liang is just our eldest brother’s illegitimate son; it’s not that serious!”
“But he will definitely question our competence!”
“That’s why the most important thing is to secure the land as soon as possible, not revenge. But capturing that kid was the right move—take advantage of the opportunity to get the deed from him. If he refuses, then kill him!”

Chen Yingjie nodded upon hearing this. He knew their eldest brother Chen Tianzong’s temperament well. He wouldn’t take out his anger on the two of them just because of an illegitimate son; he would only be furious if the task failed.
“That’s perfect!”
“I’m going to check if the Fusang Ghost King is back!”

Hearing his second brother’s words, Chen Xiangnan showed a look of joy and got up to head outside. But just as he reached the door, he saw a shadow and immediately gave chase. Entering the lounge, Chen Xiangnan was astonished to find the Fusang Ghost King slumped on the sofa, apparently severely injured. His breathing was weak, and he opened only one eye.
“Ghost King, what happened to you?” Chen Xiangnan asked, puzzled.
“Third Master, the mission failed…”
“The intelligence was wrong... That... kid is very strong, terrifying. I barely escaped with my life.”

“Third Master, that kid... is no ordinary opponent. He’s the strongest I’ve ever encountered. The Chen family is in grave danger. You must hide quickly—I fear he’ll come after you and Second Master. It won’t bode well for you.”

After speaking, the Ghost King’s head lolled to one side, and he fainted. His strained words hit Chen Xiangnan like a bombshell, sending a shiver of unprecedented fear through his heart and mind. The air seemed to freeze. From the Ghost King’s words, he sensed a deadly threat—and an important fact: that son of the old Su family patriarch was an extremely dangerous individual. The Chen family had invited disaster upon themselves.

Thinking of this, Chen Xiangnan hurriedly turned and headed out to inform his second brother. But just as he reached the corridor, he saw a figure enter the banquet hall. Seeing the figure, he froze. The cold profile caught in his sight as the door shut was unmistakable—Su Ming! The son of the Su couple, the convict in prison. He was here! Like death incarnate, appearing just as the Fusang Ghost King barely returned alive, shadowing them relentlessly.

Earlier, Chen Xiangnan had looked forward to confronting and tormenting him. But now, fear gripped him. He backed away slowly. The banquet hall’s doors suddenly burst open as a crowd fled in panic.
“Murder! Someone’s been killed!”
“SOMEONE’S BEEN KILLED!”

A scream echoed down the corridor. Chen Xiangnan was stunned. He watched helplessly as people fled, hiding around a corner. Finally, the last figure emerged from the banquet hall. Chen Xiangnan peeked out and saw Su Ming wiping blood from his hands, scattering paper money stained with blood.

When Su Ming disappeared down the corridor, Chen Xiangnan felt as if he had just been pulled from a well, drenched in sweat. Once he was sure Su Ming was gone, he cautiously emerged and scrambled toward the banquet hall. The moment he pushed open the door, his eyes widened in shock.

There, right before him, was a pair of leather shoes, dripping blood onto the floor. The shoes, once spotless, were now stained crimson. Chen Xiangnan slowly lifted his head, his neck stiff with tension, and saw the corpse—it was his second brother, Chen Yingjie. He was hung at the main entrance, iron chains wrapped tightly around his neck, biting into flesh. His eyes were wide open, lifeless, blood trickling from his mouth.

Seeing this, Chen Xiangnan collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath, cold dread crawling down his spine.
“Se-Second Brother!”

It took over ten minutes for Chen Xiangnan to regain his composure. He growled lowly, then shakily pulled out his phone and dialed.
“Eld... Eldest Brother, something terrible has happened. Second Brother is dead!”

...

Meanwhile, Su Ming returned to the villa. After washing up, he entered his room. Killing Chen Yingjie tonight had avenged his parents, but his true goal was to annihilate the entire Chen family—to make them all pay with their lives.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, he swallowed the prepared pills and placed his hands on his knees, beginning to cultivate the Xuan Dragon Technique taught by his master. Feeling the flow of true energy surging within, a smile of joy appeared on his face. His true energy had increased again.

Just as he felt this delight, the jade pendant on his chest suddenly grew hot, burning fiercely. Su Ming’s eyes snapped open. The pendant seemed to be pulling away, drawn by some force. He hurriedly rose and followed the direction the dragon pendant was leading him, arriving at Lin Ruoxue’s door.

“Three years... the dragon pendant only responds when it chooses its master.”
“It has granted me the Xuan Dragon Technique!”

After a moment of contemplation, a strong anticipation stirred within Su Ming. He reached out and lightly knocked on the door.

“Sorry to bother you so late,” Su Ming said cautiously from outside. It was midnight, and Lin Ruoxue should have been asleep. He did not want to disturb her, but the pendant’s reaction was too important—it concerned the next stage of the Xuan Dragon Technique. His master had once warned him.

No response came from inside. Su Ming sighed, about to leave and check again tomorrow for anything unusual. Just as he turned, the door suddenly opened.

Lin Ruoxue stood there, draped in a pure white lace camisole nightgown, her skin pale and flawless. She crossed her arms, wearing an icy expression.
“It’s very rude to disturb someone so late!”
“But today, since you’re helping me get revenge, I won’t hold it against you.”
“Just this once.”

With that, she was about to close the door. But Su Ming suddenly lunged forward, grabbing the door and staring fixedly at her chest.

In that moment, Lin Ruoxue felt his gaze and her expression grew even colder.
“Let go!” she snapped angrily, raising her hand to shield her chest. A uniquely shaped jade pendant was clutched tightly in her palm.

Blocked from sight, Su Ming snapped out of it, an embarrassed look crossing his face.
“Sorry, don’t misunderstand me. It’s just that your pendant looks very familiar.”
“That one—is it the Phoenix Pendant?”

Su Ming asked eagerly, his gaze reluctant to shift away.