Super Invincible Immortal Doctor
Chapter 1668 - 1669: Ancient Clan Blood Covenant

Chapter 1668: Chapter 1669: Ancient Clan Blood Covenant

The cold and indifferent gaze landed on him, yet Su Chengyu couldn’t detect a shred of emotion.

Su Chengyu had almost forgotten how long it had been since he last felt this—this feeling of an eye fixed upon him, yet seemingly seeing through him as though he didn’t exist.

To the other party, Su Chengyu’s existence seemed entirely devoid of value.

Taking a deep breath, Su Chengyu attempted to steady the chaotic rhythm in his chest. But as soon as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of dark, clotting blood came gushing out. He fell to the ground in utter disgrace, unable to utter a single word.

"You have an old injury?"

Luo Qing, noticing Su Chengyu’s condition, spoke in a light tone. However, he quickly muttered as if to himself.

"But it doesn’t matter—injured or not, it won’t change your fate."

Su Chengyu said nothing, this time not just because he could barely speak, but because he understood that these words weren’t mere arrogance.

The strength Luo Qing had demonstrated wasn’t something an ordinary Middle Grade Martial Emperor could match. Su Chengyu couldn’t comprehend why, with such overwhelming True Qi, Luo Qing hadn’t advanced further. Yet apart from those in the Emperor Realm or at the Peak of Hollow Void, no one could compare to the person standing before him.

So this is the heritage of the Ancient Clan?

Su Chengyu tried to clench his fist, but discovered that he couldn’t even perform such a simple action in his current state.

Seeing this, Luo Qing turned his gaze to the side and spoke softly, "You two, take him away."

Upon hearing Luo Qing’s command, the two Martial Emperors finally stepped forward, though still noticeably uneasy.

The female Martial Emperor hesitated and said reluctantly, "Elder Luo Qing, couldn’t you handle this yourself? Why do you want us to..."

"I didn’t ask you to kill him. I said just take him out of here."

"Why?"

The male Martial Emperor spoke in shock. Elder Luo Qing had been summoned when he had sensed trouble on his own. Naturally, he worried that if Su Chengyu survived, he might come back to settle the score.

On the other hand, the female Martial Emperor, who had once been rescued by Su Chengyu, seemed surprised yet bewildered. She couldn’t understand why Elder Luo Qing, after thoroughly defeating him, would choose to let him go.

"It’s because of Nan Zhi, isn’t it..."

From the side, Su Chengyu had a sudden realization. He endured the pain tearing through his chest, forcing these few words through clenched teeth.

Luo Qing’s gaze returned to Su Chengyu. He spoke indifferently, as though the matter were insignificant.

"You’re rather perceptive. Yes, the Great Elder promised Lady Saintess to spare your life. While it’s unlikely she’d ever hear about it if I killed you here, it’s better to err on the side of caution..."

These words made Su Chengyu wrinkle his brow in an instant. Realizing something, he raised his head abruptly and asked, "Is it a covenant? Blood Covenant?"

"You even know about that?"

Luo Qing narrowed his eyes, a faint trace of killing intent seeping from his demeanor.

The so-called Blood Covenant was a secret technique that existed only within the Ancient Clan.

A contract method that used the Martial God Bloodline as a medium, it required both parties to share similar bloodline inheritances before a Blood Covenant could be established. Breaking the contract would cause the bloodline in one’s body to boil away, stripping them completely of their inheritance.

In ancient times, this was a measure used by the Ancient Clans to formalize agreements between each other. And only the Ancient Clans could forge such a Blood Covenant, making its existence virtually unknown to outsiders.

Su Chengyu’s ability to mention this matter outright heightened Luo Qing’s suspicion of him even further.

"I’ve dealt with the Ancient Clan plenty; is there a problem with me knowing this?"

Luo Qing scrutinized Su Chengyu with narrowed eyes.

The existence of Blood Covenants wasn’t an airtight secret.

But those outside the clan who knew about it were few and far between. Even among those who had heard of the Ancient Clan’s contract methods, almost no one could identify them with such precision. This made Luo Qing deeply curious about how Su Chengyu had come to know the name of this covenant.

"What? Just because I said the name, you’re thinking about breaking the contract?"

"Don’t assume I truly wouldn’t dare kill you. In the current Luo Clan, there’s no price we can’t pay. It’s just..."

"Whether it’s necessary, isn’t that right?"

Su Chengyu had already guessed at the other party’s concerns, his voice tinged with bitter laughter. "Then go ahead—why don’t you strike me down now? If I’m correct, the one who established the Blood Covenant with Nan Zhi isn’t you, is it?"

The Blood Covenant could permit involvement from other individuals, but the creation of the covenant itself was always a one-on-one affair.

Though Luo Qing’s abilities were shocking, within the Elder Council, he wasn’t among those wielding decision-making power.

To put it bluntly, he was just a highly capable Emperor Realm Martial Artist.

If Su Chengyu could deduce this, Nan Zhi, who had spent so much time within the Luo Clan, undoubtedly understood it as well. So even if she compromised, Su Chengyu couldn’t believe Nan Zhi would establish a Blood Covenant with someone like Luo Qing.

However, faced with Su Chengyu’s provocation, Luo Qing chose to ignore it. Knowing intimidation was meaningless against the man before him, Luo Qing turned to the two Martial Emperors instead.

"Take him away from the Luo Clan’s Blessed Realm."

"Understood."

The two Martial Emperors bowed, then moved toward Su Chengyu.

Although Su Chengyu’s injuries hadn’t touched his core, Luo Qing’s strike had caused all his old wounds to erupt at once.

From the injury caused by the Town River Sword upon entering the Luo Clan’s Blessed Realm, to the grueling battle within the Qingqiu Mausoleum—

Now, Su Chengyu’s body resembled stagnant water. With his Mana unable to flow, he couldn’t even resist being taken away, let alone fight back against Luo Qing.

But even amidst this plight, Su Chengyu continued shouting at Luo Qing.

"What, exactly, did Nan Zhi promise you!"

Su Chengyu was afraid.

Truly afraid.

He had thought about the consequences of his defeat—Luo Qing might kill him or imprison him.

Even though he’d perceived the existence of the Blood Covenant, he expected that at worst, the other party would cripple his cultivation.

But Luo Qing did nothing.

He simply chose to have Su Chengyu, gravely injured, taken away from the Luo Clan’s Blessed Realm.

While it seemed unlikely he could recover quickly, as a Martial Emperor, Su Chengyu could think of countless ways to heal his injuries. How could Luo Qing, with the same level of insight, trust in this outcome?

So the answer was only one—embedded within the Blood Covenant between Nan Zhi and the Luo Clan, the stipulation of sparing Su Chengyu must have been one of the conditions, perhaps even the most critical condition.

And for the Luo Clan to agree to such terms, Su Chengyu couldn’t fathom what kind of promise Nan Zhi must have made.

"You’ll never know. Nor do you deserve to know."

The cold, emotionless voice followed Su Chengyu as he was carried away by the two Martial Emperors, gradually fading into the distance. Hidden within the voice was a subtle but unmistakable killing intent, plunging Su Chengyu into despair.

As he was flown away from the Blessed Realm, Su Chengyu stared blankly into the sky, his eyes dull. A thousand unresolved thoughts raced through his mind, though he couldn’t seem to settle on any one of them.

"I’m sorry."

It was the female Martial Emperor who spoke, guilt-ridden over how Su Chengyu had rescued them only for her to call for the Elder’s intervention.

But her apology elicited no response. Su Chengyu lay motionless on the ground, making no effort to recover.

Noticing this, the male Martial Emperor said coldly, "Why are you bothering to talk to him? This guy had his own motives for getting close to us anyway."

"Brother!"

The female Martial Emperor snapped unhappily, prompting her companion to shut his mouth and refrain from further remarks.

Throughout it all, Su Chengyu remained utterly still, as though he were on the brink of death.

The female Martial Emperor, sensing something amiss, spoke instinctively.

"Is Lady Saintess very important to you?"

At last, Su Chengyu’s lifeless gaze showed a flicker of emotion.

"Important—more important than my own life."