Horn's hands were stained with blood.
The satisfaction of pummeling Hornan with his fists was even greater than when he killed the most powerful figure in the Immortal World. Casually, he waved his hand, letting drops of blood fall to the ground.
He had never harbored any enmity against the Su family. But everything changed when his uncle's family had his immortal bones extracted and discarded him to the Linzhou branch. They saw him as a useless figure, someone to be bullied without consequence.
Especially during this time, when the patriarch of the Tianhai Su family failed to seek justice for him, the side branch of the family grew even more audacious. They saw Horn's uncle's family as the future leaders of the Tianhai Su clan and believed that by tormenting Horn, they were proving their loyalty.
Back then, Horn's life was worse than that of a beggar.
Why had the Su family treated him so cruelly?
As for his so-called grandfather, the man hadn't visited him once since his immortal bones were extracted.
Horn wrapped Hornan's lifeless head in a piece of black cloth, casually holding it in his hand. He glanced at the white luxury car parked nearby with its door open and gestured to Su Yao. "You drive."
Without another word, Horn climbed into the back seat of the car.
Su Yao, trembling, found that the acupuncture-like sensation in his brain had momentarily subsided, but the fear etched on his face remained. He couldn't fathom the depth of Horn's cultivation. Could it be that Horn had reached the Sky Control Realm? Su Yao swallowed hard. Was Horn now a monk in the early stage of the Sky Control Realm?
His heart raced as he forced himself to calm down. He knew that if he tried to run now, he would be killed instantly. After taking a few deep breaths, he slid into the driver's seat, starting the car with shaky hands.
An inexplicable pressure weighed down on Su Yao as he carefully pressed the accelerator, driving toward the Su family manor.
Horn gazed out the window, calm and detached. The hurried street scenes made him feel as if he were in another world. The two thousand years he had spent in the Immortal World felt like a dream—so surreal.
Had he not transmigrated to the Immortal World back then, he would have undoubtedly died at the hands of the Su family.
"Mom, Dad, why did you leave me alone?" Horn muttered to himself. "If you had been with me, my immortal bones wouldn't have been taken from me. My Infinite Purple Eyes wouldn't have been poached by them."
He had no memory of his parents' faces.
Su Yao, his eyes fixed ahead, didn't dare to look at Horn through the rearview mirror. He held his breath, knowing that with his current cultivation level, he could hold it for an hour or two.
After more than forty minutes, Su Yao approached the manor of a Su family branch. The area was tranquil, the location prime. Outside the manor, white cloth strips hung, and a heavy lifelessness enveloped the place.
Su Yao parked the car at the entrance. Horn stepped out, Hornan's head still in hand, and stared at the manor's gate. This was once the last place he ever wanted to return to.
Su Yao quietly exited the car, tiptoeing to avoid provoking Horn.
"Today, this Su family branch will disappear from Linzhou," Horn said calmly. "You won't survive today. Go ahead; since we've had little contact before, I'll let you take a few more breaths of air."
If Horn lacked strength, would Su Yao let him go? Certainly not! As a member of the Su family's side branch, Su Yao would surely side with them. In Horn's eyes, there was no pity in Su Yao's death.
Horn stepped forward and walked into the manor. The estate was vast, and as he moved through it, memories of past torment caused him to frown intermittently. Too many bad memories lingered here.
Su Yao followed closely behind, his hope now pinned solely on Mr. Meng.
The two of them reached Su Cheng's mourning hall one after the other. The head of the family, Su Quan, was outside, eagerly awaiting news about Su Yao and Hornan. Yang Xuan, the son of the head of the Yinbu Linzhou branch, had arrived just over ten minutes ago.
Last night, on the snack street, Horn had pierced Yang Xuan's hands with chopsticks, and the insult still festered. Today, Yang Xuan's father, Yang Hai, had lured Lin Zixuan away, believing Horn's cultivation to be in the early stage of the Sea Transformation Realm. Confident in Su Yao's mid-Sea Transformation Realm power and Hornan's abilities, Yang Xuan felt assured.
When Su Quan saw Horn, rage nearly caused him to shatter his teeth. This bastard had killed his youngest son, Su Cheng. No one questioned why Hornan wasn't present; they simply assumed Su Yao had captured Horn.
Mr. Meng sat on a chair outside the mourning hall, his eyes half-closed as if asleep.
"Horn, do you know your guilt?" Su Quan roared angrily. Had Su Wu, the eldest son of the Tianhai Su family, not spared Horn's life, Su Quan would have ensured Horn died without a burial place.
The gathered members of the Su family's side branch added their voices to the chorus.
"You ungrateful wretch! Have you forgotten it was us who raised you? You're nothing but a dog!"
"Wrong! This bastard is worse than a dog. At least a good dog won't harm its owner. Look at what he's done!"
"Yes, this bastard must pay the price today!"
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The noisy accusations echoed outside the mourning hall. No one took Horn seriously—except for Su Yao, who was drenched in cold sweat. He tried to speak but found that once again, his body was immobilized and his voice stifled. He knew Horn was using his powers on him again.
Horn smiled. These people hadn't changed at all! This meant he wouldn't have to hold back when he started killing.
"I've brought a gift today," Horn said calmly, "to show my appreciation. You must accept it. I'm sure you'll love it."
Su Quan's face twisted with fury. "Now you're afraid? No matter how expensive the gift, the Su family will never let you go. After your value is drained by the young master, your death will come."
Yang Xuan sneered. "Weren't you so arrogant last night? And now you're giving in? You killed Su Quan's son. Do you think this is a grudge that can be solved with a gift? You're an idiot."
Mr. Meng opened his eyes and said coldly, "Horn, my young master wants you to kneel in front of Su Cheng's coffin and kowtow ten thousand times. You may begin. And remember, every kowtow must make a sound, or it won't count."
Horn gave Mr. Meng a cold glance. "The Su family hasn't seen the gift I brought yet."
He raised his right arm, revealing the black cloth-wrapped object in his hand.
"I, Horn, have brought a head, to accompany Su Cheng on his journey to hell."
With that, Horn flicked his wrist.
The black cloth unraveled, and Hornan's dead-eyed head flew towards Su Cheng's coffin.
In the stunned silence of those gathered, Hornan's head landed squarely in front of the coffin.