C10 Such a Genius

When had Wu Zejun ever suffered so greatly? In the Wu Family, he was the pride of the family and almost all the disciples of the young generation surrounded him. Even the elders of the family loved him dearly. Now, however, he was beaten down to the ground in a sorry state.

"Stinking girl, you actually dared to humiliate me like this in my Wu Family's territory. Today, I will show you the power of the genius disciple of Wu family."

The anger in Wu Zejun's heart exploded out, he crawled up and rushed towards Su Qingxue. As for Wu Hui, in his opinion, he had much time to teach him a lesson in the future.

Wu Zejun took action with great anger, it was powerful. He extended his palm, and a streak of gold extended outwards.

"Golden Sword Palm!"

It was a middle martial skill of Yellow Grade. Only those at Profound Grade or above could practice such martial skills, and Golden Sword Palm was a very powerful middle martial skill of Yellow Grade that could be grasped by disciples at Profound Grade. Everyone never thought that Wu Zejun would actually succeed to cultivate a martial skill like this with his cultivation at Five-star of Profound Grade. Usually, only disciples at seven or eight star of Profound Grade could command this, Wu Zejun was indeed extraordinary.

Above the great hall, Wu Haiyuan, who was preparing to attack after seeing his son suffered a loss, suddenly stopped in his tracks as he turned around to look at Su Haoran, who was at his side. In his opinion, this move of his son was powerful, and that Su Qingxue now was only fourteen years old, so she was definitely not Wu Zejun's match. He was paying attention to Su Haoran because he was afraid that he would personally intervene to stop his son. At a critical moment, he had to stop Su Haoran, so Su Qingxue would suffer a loss.

Only, Su Haoran's expression was a little strange, his small eyes slightly squinted, his face had a faint smile, and he even calmly picked up his teacup.

Wu Haiyuan's heart thumped, he had a bad feeling, he anxiously turned his head, and looked down.

Boom! *

An even louder sound could be heard as another figure flew out of Wu family hall's door.

"Hmph, the genius disciple of the Wu Family is “so genius., I’m afraid you are over-confident.” A white figure stood there majestically as a clear and cold voice slowly sounded. The large hall was completely silent.

"Hiss … So powerful!

Looking at the girl like a blue lotus in the middle of the hall, the surrounding people could not help but suck in a breath of cold air.

At that moment, Wu Hui frowned, but in his heart, he was amazed. Su Qingxue was only fourteen years old, and was one year younger than him. But looking at the speed and strength of her attacks just now, he was way stronger than Wu Zejun's, and she hadn't even used a single martial skill.

In the hall, Wu Haiyuan stood up abruptly, and in a flash, he left the hall, and then he instantly entered, and he carried the unconscious Wu Zejun in his hands.

"Niece Qingxue, you have gone too far." Wu Haiyuan's eyes carried a trace of resentment and deep fear. Only now did he realize that he was unable to see through the little girl's cultivation level. It was also because he was only concerned about Su Haoran and did not see her attack, but Wu Haiyuan knew that this Su Qingxue was much stronger than his son.

“He has only himself to blame. I just heard Uncle say that how genius is your son. I had wanted to give it a try, but I didn't expect him to be such a genius. It seems that he doesn't live up to his name. So this is the genius of Wu family?” Su Qingxue was neither humble nor arrogant, and facing Wu Haiyuan's imposing manner, she was not afraid.

"You! Hmph …" Wu Haiyuan's face was burning red. Just now, he had been praising his son. But now, his son couldn't even receive a single attack from her. The huge disparity caused Wu Haiyuan to have a fit of embarrassment.

Wu Haiyuan turned to Hai Qinglan at his side, his expression respectful, and said: "Elder Hai, I am begging for a Healing pill for my son."

Actually, Wu Zejun's injuries weren't serious at all, he was unconscious for a moment, and as long as half a day passed, he would wake up. After resting for a few days, he would be fine. He didn’t need precious Healing Pill, it could not be used when one was seriously injured. And at this time, Wu Haiyuan actually asked Hai Qinglan for medicine.

Hai Qinglan sighed, without saying a word, she extended his hand out and swiped, and a white pill appeared in her palm.

In the great hall, the red-clothed old man who had been sitting still like an old monk finally opened his eyes. His eyes sparkled as he looked at the pills and muttered to himself, "I didn't expect that there would be Pill Master in this remote city, but she's only average." He closed his eyes again, no longer paying attention to the situation.

Upon seeing Hai Qinglan's medicinal pellet, Wu Haiyuan immediately extended his hand and received it, passing it over to Wu Zejun's mouth. At the same time, he secretly transferred the Martial qi into his hand to help Wu Zejun comb the sullenness in his heart.

Not long later, Wu Zejun slowly woke up. He turned his head, as if he was still not completely awake, until he saw Su Qingxue who was still standing in the middle of the hall. Wu Zejun thought of what happened, and his heart was filled with fear, he immediately lowered his head.