Super Invincible Immortal Doctor
Chapter 1254: The Mistake that Wasn’t a Mistake

Chapter 1254: Chapter 1254: The Mistake that Wasn’t a Mistake

"So what’s the point in us just sitting here drinking? We might as well go back and tend to our injuries!"

Although he had already taken a seat, Yang Junmo vented his dissatisfaction with the current arrangements.

Su Chengyu couldn’t be bothered to deal with this guy and looked toward Bei Tang Qianxiao, asking, "There won’t be any trouble from the Beitang Family, right?"

Bei Tang Qianxiao shook her head, "Don’t worry. If it were just me I wouldn’t make any big claims, but with the Dream Entering Elder accompanying us this time, there generally won’t be anyone daring to offend us easily."

The identity of Beitang Ru Meng was somewhat special. Not to mention the Hollow Realm, even a common immortal would show sufficient respect to this elder who sacrificed his own path to ascension in order to fight the Demonic Path.

Su Chengyu nodded, "That’s good to hear. I was worried that my involvement might bring trouble to the Beitang Family, which wouldn’t be good."

"Hey, Su Chengyu, aren’t you a bit biased, only caring about her family? Aren’t you worried about something going wrong on my end?"

Su Chengyu glanced at him, "What could possibly happen to you? Would they really dare to cause trouble at your house?"

The deathmatch was proposed by Yang Qianyan, and since he had the authority to decide on such matters, there was no doubt Yang Chengyin had given his permission.

As one of the orchestrators behind the scenes, whether Su Chengyu cared or not, they were all implicated.

If there was anything that Su Chengyu should be concerned about, it was Yang Junmo himself.

By making such arrangements, Yang Chengyin obviously didn’t fully trust him yet, and this deathmatch was very likely a test for him as well.

Yet under these circumstances, Yang Chengyin did not stop Yang Junmo from privately contacting Su Chengyu, which Su Chengyu found strange.

"They wouldn’t dare to trouble my father, but I can still be hassled, alright?"

"Oh? Your father warned you not to have contact with me?"

Yang Junmo’s eyes flickered as he spoke, "That’s not the case, but my brother did give me a few reminders to limit my contact with you."

Su Chengyu nodded, feeling relieved that Yang Junmo was not pressured on his account.

His only worry concerning Yang Junmo had always been one thing: after all, he was Yang Chengyin’s son, and that would never change.

Of course, Su Chengyu never doubted that Yang Junmo was a spy planted by the Yang Family. He had known Yang Junmo for far too long and was too familiar with him.

Yang Junmo lacked the guile and wasn’t capable of such deception. More importantly, Su Chengyu believed that even if Yang Chengyin truly wanted Yang Junmo to do something against him, Yang Junmo would definitely refuse.

That was just how Yang Junmo was.

A man who, because of a friend fallen into the Demonic Path, now wallowed in gloom and despondency.

"Although Lin Ran took the wrong path, at the very least, he retained some affection for you until the end."

Su Chengyu’s remark instantly stupefied Yang Junmo, who had been defensively putting on a façade. He fiercely downed a whole cup of liquor and then murmured softly, "Hmph! Even if he had a million guts, he wouldn’t dare kill me!"

Unrelated to strength or status, Yang Junmo was convinced that even if Lin Ran was no longer the Lin Ran he knew, he wouldn’t be heartless enough to do so.

Facing a siege by many, Lin Ran might have needed to make sacrifices to take down others.

But for Yang Junmo, who was only at the Golden Core Realm, Lin Ran could have easily killed him if he had wished.

Yet until the end, he had never struck the final blow against this friend from his past.

And that was the greatest source of Yang Junmo’s current inner turmoil.

"His missteps are not your fault; ultimately, it was his own choice. No matter how much you blame yourself, it won’t change anything."

At this juncture, Bei Tang Qianxiao didn’t continue to rub salt into Yang Junmo’s wounds but spoke to comfort him instead.

Yang Junmo exhaled a long sigh, "That’s true, but it still pisses me off. Why did this guy have to be so stupid?"

Su Chengyu suddenly spoke up, "Although he is an enemy and our stances differ, perhaps, to get what he wanted, falling into the Demonic Path might have been his only choice."

Yang Junmo shook his head and, ultimately, didn’t say anything further.

Bei Tang Qianxiao then turned her gaze toward Su Chengyu and asked in return, "What about you? Was accepting the deathmatch also your only option?"

"No, I just think this is the best choice I can make right now."

Bei Tang Qianxiao shook her head, obviously not quite approving, "The Red Flame Holy Envoy clearly has some cards left to play. If he went all out, he might not be much weaker than an average Hollow Vacuum practitioner. The Twelve Holy Emissaries are not to be underestimated; their true strength far exceeds their realms."

"But I’ve also killed a Demon Monarch before,"

Su Chengyu said with a smile.

Bei Tang Qianxiao’s brows tightened as she said, "What about Su Pingping then? She comes from the Su Clan, naturally gifted, and representing the Su Clan in the Capital City this time, she’s sure to have the clan’s secret treasures, just like Yu Ruo. Winning won’t be easy for you."

"At least on the surface, her strength is not as good as mine."

"And what about the Long family? Zhao Shijue?"

Bei Tang Qianxiao continued to press on with questions, clearly very worried about Su Chengyu’s upcoming life-and-death duel.

Yang Junmo rolled his eyes and said, "You still don’t know him. He talks sense about others, but when it comes to himself, he always acts recklessly."

But having said that, Yang Junmo analyzed seriously, "The Long family is not worth mentioning. In the younger generation, Long Li is already dead by your hand, and the rest are just average in talent. As long as Long Xuan doesn’t make a move, I doubt anyone else could threaten you."

"What if Long Xuan does make a move?"

Bei Tang Qianxiao asked immediately upon hearing this.

"Just wait to die, what else? Even the three of us combined are probably not enough to fill the gaps between his teeth,"

Yang Junmo said pessimistically, but Su Chengyu knew this to be true.

Having seen Long Xuan’s strength in Dongying, he was well aware that the three of them together stood no chance against Long Xuan.

"It’s okay, Long Xuan shouldn’t make a move, that’s why I dared accept the challenge from the Long family,"

"Let’s hope so,"

Yang Junmo spoke, now completely resigned to the situation.

"What about Zhao Shijue?"

Bei Tang Qianxiao asked again.

Yang Junmo shook his head, "This guy rarely makes a move in the Capital City. I only know that he’s reached the Middle-stage of the Nascent Soul Realm; besides that, I’m not clear on the details. However, his master, Master Chang Chun is also a renowned figure on the Divine List. It would be wise for you to be cautious around him."

The Respectful Heaven Bureau and Heaven Punishment Department are definitely the most mysterious departments in the Capital City, rarely interacting with outsiders, and even their activities are often unknown.

Even Yang Junmo knows very little about these two departments.

Su Chengyu looked at the pair’s worried expressions and reassured them, "Don’t worry. Since the Royal Family has already produced a Lin An, not everyone can be a genius, right? I have at least an eighty percent chance of winning this duel."

While he said eighty percent, Su Chengyu was definitely diluting the truth, only trying to ease their worries.

The two of them saw through this but left it unsaid, plus they had a fair understanding of Su Chengyu’s strength.

For an average Nascent Soul to beat Su Chengyu, indeed, would not be an easy task.

In this life-and-death duel, the person Su Chengyu was most concerned about wasn’t that unexpectedly emerging Prince.

What Su Chengyu didn’t know was that this very Prince he was least worried about was currently kneeling before an old Daoist Master.

Zhao Shijue, who had been punished to kneel for nearly the duration of a stick of incense, struggled internally for a long time before finally opening his mouth to speak,

"Master, what is my fault? Please enlighten me!"

"It’s not a mistake."

"If there is no mistake, then why does Master punish me to kneel?"

Zhao Shijue asked, confused.

The old Daoist Master turned to look at his only disciple and sighed, "The mistake of no mistake is the greatest mistake of all!"