Chapter 33: Shifting Tides

  It was a cloudy day in Oakwood City.

  Heavy grey clouds loomed low in the sky, veiling the sun behind a thick curtain of mist and shadow. A cool breeze swept across the city streets, brushing gently against rooftops and stone roads, carrying with it the scent of earth and morning dew. Despite the overcast sky, there was a strange warmth in the air—a kind of gentle stillness that made one pause and breathe a little easier.

  The city bustled with life as always. Merchants called out from behind their stalls, their voices mingling with the clatter of carts and footsteps. Craftsmen rested in front of warm forges, sleeves rolled up as they leaned back, their eyes drawn upward to the soft, ever-shifting canvas above. Clouds drifted slowly like titanic ships sailing across a sky-sea, painting the city in muted silver hues.

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  The Su family estate was calm and quiet beneath the cloudy weather. Many disciples took the chance to relax, chatting with friends or enjoying a rare break from intensive training. The atmosphere was gentle and cool—one of those peaceful days that offered respite from the usually busy cultivation schedules.

  But in a quiet, worn-down courtyard on the edge of Fei Wu Quarter, the stillness was broken by the sound of fists cutting through the air with explosive force.

  A young man stood shirtless beneath the cloudy sky, his body soaked in sweat. His muscles, well-defined and honed through relentless effort, tensed with every breath. His golden eyes were sharp, his expression intensely focused, his movements filled with concentrated power.

  "Raging Dragon Fist!"

  He shouted, his voice carrying across the empty courtyard as he launched a devastating punch into the air.

  BOOM!

  The air trembled from the force of the strike, faint ripples spreading outward like waves on disturbed water.

  "Raging Dragon Fist!"

  BOOM!

  He didn't stop. Punch after punch, his fists tore through the air with raw, unbridled strength. Each strike was stronger than the last, filled with weight and deadly purpose. There was no wasted movement—just pure, practiced power flowing from his awakened bloodline.

  BOOM!

  BOOM!

  BOOM!

  After hours of nonstop training, Su Tianhao finally came to a halt. His chest rose and fell rapidly, each breath sharp and heavy from the exertion. His body ached pleasantly, sweat rolling down his back in steady streams, but the quiet fire in his eyes hadn't dimmed.

  "Hah... hah... hah..." Su Tianhao panted, "What's going on? I've been practicing the Raging Dragon Fist for days now, but it still hasn't reached Small Success..."

  He clenched his fist with frustration. "I feel like I'm so close... but there's still no breakthrough."

  He thought for a moment, then shook his head and gazed up at the cloudy sky. "Perhaps the only way to break through is through real combat..."

  From his inherited memories, he understood clearly that unlike cultivation techniques—which advanced through comprehension alone—martial arts techniques required both understanding and practical combat experience to gain the insights necessary for mastery.

  'Looks like I'll have to visit Dragonspire Forest,' Su Tianhao thought, excitement flickering in his golden eyes.

  Dragonspire Forest was a massive woodland surrounding Dragonspire Mountain, lying just beyond Oakwood City—a wild expanse where ancient trees grew thick and the air hung heavy with untamed spiritual energy. The deeper one ventured, the denser and darker it became, with fierce spirit beasts lurking in the shadows. Greater danger meant greater opportunity—and right now, that was exactly what he needed.

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  After a refreshing bath, Su Tianhao stepped out of his humble home dressed in clean azure robes. His long black hair was neatly tied back, giving him an air of quiet confidence that seemed to radiate from his very presence.

  With a deep breath, he made his way out of the courtyard—his destination: Dragonspire Forest.

  As he walked through the main courtyards of the Su family estate, the tranquil atmosphere under the cloudy sky settled his mind.

  'Peaceful weather,' he thought as he continued toward the gates.

  Several disciples spotted him passing and began whispering among themselves—their voices carrying clearly to his heightened senses.

  "It's the Second Young Master..."

  "That trash has come out again."

  "He might not be trash anymore. I heard he defeated Yu Chen nine days ago in a single blow!"

  "Really? Yu Chen is a 3rd level Martial Apprentice!"

  "It's true! Su Tianhao must be at the 4th level of Martial Apprentice Realm or above by now!"

  After his bloodline awakening and recent breakthroughs, his senses had sharpened to a degree that made their attempted whispers almost amusing.

  'This is just the beginning,' Su Tianhao thought, a small smile crossing his face as he walked on.

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  Meanwhile, in a peaceful courtyard surrounded by lush flowers and flourishing gardens, a solitary figure meditated beneath a peach tree—dressed in luxurious silk robes, form perfectly poised in lotus position.

  Beside him stood a beautiful young woman in elegant green robes, maintaining her position like a silent guardian.

  They were none other than Su Jian and Xie Ling. The morning was calm and quiet around them, the gentle weather lending the courtyard a tranquil stillness.

  "Young Master!"

  A voice cut through the serene atmosphere like a blade.

  "What is it, Su Hai?" Xie Ling asked with a slight frown, clearly displeased by the interruption.

  "Senior Sister Xie Ling!" Su Hai greeted with a respectful bow.

  "Speak quickly," Xie Ling said coldly.

  "It's Su Tianhao... He's finally come out," Su Hai reported with a bright smile, his excitement barely contained.

  "Su Tianhao..." Xie Ling repeated quietly. Her cold expression faltered for just a moment, her gaze turning complicated with something she couldn't quite name.

  Su Hai noticed her reaction. "Is something wrong, Senior Sister?"

  Xie Ling shook her head quickly. "The Young Master is meditating and cannot be disturbed. Go—"

  The moment those words left her mouth, Su Jian's eyes snapped open.

  A fierce, dangerous light flickered in their depths as he turned to Xie Ling with cold, calculating eyes.

  "Ling Ling," he said quietly, "you need to figure out which side you're on. Don't think I don't notice when you try to protect that bastard."

  Xie Ling's expression tightened. Although her cultivation far surpassed his, Su Jian was the First Young Master of the Su family—she couldn't openly defy his authority.

  "I—" The words didn't come.

  Su Jian stepped closer, his voice dropping to something completely devoid of warmth. "You're just a servant. Don't forget who gave you your current cultivation level and status. I gave you everything you have—and I can take it all away." His eyes didn't blink. "If you show concern for that bastard again, I'll have your cultivation crippled immediately."

  Xie Ling's face went pale. Having one's dantian destroyed was the ultimate nightmare for any cultivator—reduced to an ordinary mortal with no hope of ever cultivating again.

  She bowed deeply. "I am sorry, Young Master. Xie Ling will never defy your will again."

  Su Jian's expression brightened with satisfaction. "Good. Behave properly, and I will naturally keep my promises to you."

  Xie Ling nodded, head still lowered. "Thank you, Young Master."

  Su Jian grinned before turning to Su Hai, who had been watching the exchange with wide eyes.

  "Where is he now?"

  "Heading toward the main gate," Su Hai replied quickly.

  "Perfect." Su Jian laughed with dark satisfaction. He turned back to Xie Ling, his expression shifting in an instant—warm now, almost gentle, as though the coldness of moments before had never existed.

  "Let's go, Ling Ling. Today I'll deal with Su Tianhao personally."

  The false warmth in his voice made everything that had come before it feel even colder.

  Xie Ling nodded in silence, her brows drawn together as she fell into step behind him. She couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible was coming—but she was caught between the guilt of past betrayals and the very real threat of losing everything she had built.

  The peaceful morning was about to become something else entirely.

  Meanwhile...

  Ignoring the stares and murmurs from the surrounding disciples, Su Tianhao made his way toward the main gates with confident strides, a faint smile playing across his lips as their whispered discussions reached his ears.

  That smile quickly disappeared.

  Three familiar figures blocked his path. Su Jian stood at the center, flanked by Xie Ling and Su Hai—their positioning deliberate and unmistakably confrontational.

  "What is the meaning of this?" Su Tianhao asked, his voice carrying an icy edge.

  "Hahaha." Su Jian stepped forward with obvious arrogance. "No need to be so tense, dear brother. I heard some interesting news about you."

  Su Tianhao's golden eyes swept across all three of them. His enhanced senses caught every detail—Su Jian's barely contained excitement, Xie Ling's conflicted expression, Su Hai's poorly concealed smugness.

  Xie Ling gave a slight shake of her head and looked away, unable to meet his gaze. Su Hai smiled provocatively, his expression saying everything his mouth didn't need to.

  "Good. Very good," Su Tianhao said coldly. "What do you want, Su Jian?"

  Su Jian's smile didn't waver, but his eyes shifted—turning predatory. "I'm here to cripple your hand. Just like you did to Yu Chen."

  The declaration rang out across the courtyard, immediately drawing the attention of nearby disciples who had been enjoying the quiet morning.

  "Look! Young Master Jian is confronting Su Tianhao!"

  "Let's go watch—this is going to be interesting!"

  "Looks like the Young Master is here to take revenge for Yu Chen!"

  The crowd gathered quickly, their excitement palpable.

  Su Tianhao observed Su Jian for a moment, completely ignoring the spectators. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm and deliberate. "So you're here to take revenge for your dog?"

  The courtyard went silent.

  Then it erupted.

  "Damn! Su Tianhao just called Yu Chen a dog?!"

  "Tsk! How arrogant! Doesn't he know Yu Chen is Young Master Jian's follower?"

  Su Hai's face twisted. Calling Yu Chen a dog was an indirect slight against every one of Su Jian's followers—himself included. He stepped forward, his voice shaking with fury.

  "Trash! How dare you call him a dog!"

  Su Tianhao glanced at him. "Why does that bother you?" He paused, then smiled. "Oh—so you're the second dog?"

  "What?!"

  Several disciples burst out laughing. Su Hai's face flushed from red to purple.

  Su Jian watched the scene unfold without intervening, an unreadable expression on his face.

  "Shut up!"

  His voice thundered across the courtyard, silencing the laughter instantly. The crowd settled, the weight of his authority as First Young Master pressing down on the gathered disciples.

  Su Hai straightened, his expression shifting from humiliation back to fury as he turned on Su Tianhao.

  "You! How dare you call me a dog?"

  "Are you not?" Su Tianhao replied, raising an eyebrow as if it was the most obvious fact.

  "You—" Su Hai barked, pointing a trembling finger. "Don't get cocky just because you defeated Yu Chen! Today I'm going to crush you like the worthless garbage you are!"

  Su Tianhao looked at him with complete indifference. "Let's see it then."

  Su Hai turned to Su Jian with a silent request. Su Jian gave a single nod. "Don't go easy on him."

  Su Hai laughed coldly and stepped forward, his aura suddenly erupting outward.

  "7th Level Martial Apprentice!"

  The shout came from somewhere in the crowd, and the disciples immediately erupted.

  "No wonder he's so confident—he made a breakthrough!"

  "Su Tianhao is in serious trouble this time!"

  "So what if he's 4th level? He's completely outmatched!"

  Su Hai had broken through to the 7th level of Martial Apprentice Realm just days ago, fueled by the Body Tempering Pills Su Jian had provided. He looked down at Su Tianhao with open disdain.

  "Break your right hand right now, and maybe I'll let you leave without a beating."

  Su Tianhao let out a small yawn. "Stop spouting nonsense and come at me."

  Su Hai's eyes turned bloodshot, consumed by rage.

  "DIE!"

  He launched forward like a cannonball, palm strike already fully charged.

  "Bone Crushing Palm!"

  The technique was perfectly executed—his palm carrying tremendous momentum, the air compressing visibly under the pressure of his advance. The disciples watching instinctively stepped back, feeling the dangerous force radiating from the strike.

  "Su Hai mastered a High-grade Mortal rank technique!"

  "As expected of Young Master Jian's personal follower!"

  "Su Tianhao is finished!"

  Su Tianhao watched the incoming strike with cold, calculating eyes. Then, without warning or preparation, he stepped forward and threw a single, almost casual punch directly into Su Hai's attack.

  BOOM!

  His fist shattered Su Hai's palm momentum completely. The collision sent a shockwave rippling through the courtyard—but Su Tianhao's punch didn't stop there. It drove through and struck Su Hai with devastating force, sending him flying backward even faster than he had arrived.

  Su Hai crashed into the ground hard, bounced once, and came to a stop clutching his stomach as he vomited blood. His face was pale with shock and pain.

  The courtyard fell completely silent.

  "Such power—he must be at peak Martial Apprentice Realm!"

  "9th level! It has to be 9th level!"

  "Without a single resource from the family—how is this possible?"

  What the disciples didn't know was that Su Tianhao was only at the 4th level of Martial Apprentice Realm. But the Supreme Dragon Transformation Technique made him capable of unleashing over 1,000 pounds of raw strength—power that rivaled 9th level Martial Apprentices. And he had shown restraint. If he had used the Raging Dragon Fist, Su Hai wouldn't still be conscious.

  "What's wrong, dog?" Su Tianhao looked down at him calmly. "Want to try again? I won't show mercy next time."

  The disciples exchanged complicated glances. The person they had dismissed as worthless trash had just defeated a 7th level Martial Apprentice without breaking a sweat—and then offered him mercy.

  Xie Ling's expression was the most complicated of all. She alone knew the full weight of what she had just witnessed. Nine days ago, Su Tianhao had been completely unable to cultivate.

  'To go from nothing to this in nine days...' she thought, guilt and disbelief tangling together in her chest. 'What kind of monster has he become?'

  Su Jian's frown deeply as he studied Su Tianhao with new eyes. "Your real opponent is me."

  "You want to fight?" Su Tianhao asked with a calm, almost amused smile.

  "Hmph. Defeating Su Hai means nothing. You're still trash in my eyes," Su Jian said.

  "Oh?" Su Tianhao glanced at him with a small smile. "You seem quite confident."

  "Defeating you would be as easy as flipping my hand," Su Jian declared.

  "In that case..." Su Tianhao's smile widened slightly. "How about we make things more interesting?"

  Su Jian's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

  "A wager," Su Tianhao said smoothly. "Instead of fighting here, we meet in the family's Martial Arts Arena exactly one month from today. If I win, you publicly apologize to me and pay me one thousand gold coins."

  "One thousand gold coins?" Su Jian repeated, startled. After all one thousand gold coins was equivalent to a hundred thousand silver, which was a huge amount.

  He hesitated.

  "What is that, scared I'll win?" Su Tianhao taunted.

  "And if I win?" Su Jian sneered, though his eyes now showed interest.

  "If you win..." Su Tianhao paused, letting the silence stretch. "I'll publicly admit that I am inferior to you in every way—and I'll voluntarily leave the Su family forever."

  The courtyard went dead silent.

  The weight of the wager settled over everyone present. Su Tianhao was staking his entire future in the Su family against Su Jian's pride and a thousand gold coins. To Su Jian, it was the perfect opportunity—public humiliation and permanent removal of his rival in a single stroke. To Su Tianhao, it was something else entirely: a deadline, a stage, and exactly the motivation he needed.

  The game had begun.