Chapter 412: Establishing Authority

"Waste, you'll be waste all your life. If it weren't for the old master's charity, you wouldn't have had the chance to show off your power." The maid who escaped from the house said bitterly, and was very dissatisfied with being beaten back by "Sun Zhiyan", a loser.

However, the maid had to admit that the current "Sun Zhiyan" was much more powerful than before, and she needed to report the matter to her master immediately.

However, behind her, an invisible wave spread, as if an invisible sickle was harvesting lives. The flying birds fell down like stones after being swept, and the swimming fish also floated on the water surface. All living things died.

The maid was terrified and fled at a faster speed, but it was still not as fast as the spread of this invisible wave. Her body seemed to be paused and suddenly stopped in mid-air.

It was as if a dynamite was dropped into her sea of ​​consciousness, which exploded with a bang. She felt her consciousness withdrawing little by little, and moving away from herself little by little. She didn't even have time to make a wailing sound. Her eyes lost the last bit of spirit and fell down.

The method of attacking with spiritual consciousness is difficult for cultivators at the foundation-building stage to master. First, the amount of spiritual consciousness needs to be large enough, and secondly, it requires countless times of practice to condense the spiritual consciousness into a shape. At least it cannot dissipate after leaving the body, and the attack power must be maintained.

Even if the foundation-building cultivators master this method, they are mostly small objects such as needles. The enemy is attacked and only feels a pain in the sea of ​​consciousness, not to the point of death. How can they be as generous as Wu Yi and crush him directly.

The scene outside naturally fell into the eyes of several maids, and the fear in their hearts became even greater. This young master is much more powerful than before.

Wu Yi chuckled and said meaningfully: "Smart people often don't live long, but in fact, stupid people are the same. Do you understand?"

Blood and fire are the best way to establish prestige. Wu Yi will not be happy about it when there are chickens pecking at rice below. The gap in strength is here. If it weren't for showing majesty, he would not bother to linger with these maids.

"Change my clothes. I want to see my grandfather." Wu Yi got off the bed and came to the desk, saying lightly.

After what happened before, the girls did not dare to slack off. They came up to greet him, tidying their hair, putting on clothes, and putting on shoes.

A quarter of an hour later, Wu Yi looked at himself in front of the bronze mirror and smiled slightly. The Sun family was able to gain a foothold in the Mingyue Realm as a man, so they must have their own strengths.

The men from their family were extremely beautiful and graceful, and even a little feminine. If it weren't for the clear Adam's apple on his neck, who would think Wu Yi was a man when he walked out.

Wu Yi changed into a scholar's suit this time, wearing a Qingyang scarf on his head, a green shirt, and black cloth shoes with white soles. He didn't look like a child from a noble family, but like a poor scholar.

But if you look closely at Wu Yi's clothes, you will find that the patterns hidden in them are mysterious and unusual. They are all array patterns, and the stitches are so fine that they are almost invisible.

The Sun family is rich, and Wu Yi is now covered with magic weapons. Just throwing one of them out can make those poor children retreat in shame. It is a world of difference compared to when he was practicing Taoism in Yiqi Taoist Temple in Liucheng.

Therefore, don't jump to conclusions before you know a person. You think they are ordinary people and don't even have a brand name on them. In fact, they are all hand-made by international masters. They don't need so-called brand names to show their identity. Their faces are their identities.

Wu Yi pushed open the door. The midday sun was quite dazzling, which made Wu Yi blink his eyes, but he quickly adapted to it. The owner of this body was too weak. After refining the soul fragments for a hundred years, his strength was only at a medium level and needed to be recuperated.

Next to the maid who was killed by Lin Jing, she was terrified. I don't know what she was thinking before she died. There was no trace of scars on her body. At most, there were some bruises on her body when she fell down, as if she was having a nightmare, but this was a nightmare that was destined to never wake up.

Since the choice has been made, it is necessary to be responsible for it. This is Wu Yi's consistent view and he does so.

"Find a few people to deal with it later. Just say that this beast has no respect for the master and barks wildly. If the housekeeper wants to deduct my regular tribute for this, let him do it." Wu Yi gave the order, his tone was flat, as if he did not sense the strange look of the maid behind him.

Wu Yi naturally did not care about those regular tributes now. In the past, the housekeeper often deducted his cultivation resources for various reasons, causing the owner of this body to protest from time to time and complain to his grandfather.

However, the housekeeper was a contact person sent by the royal family. Although his cultivation was not very good and he was messing around everywhere, his status was noble. The entry and exit of the Sun family had to go through this person's hand, at least on the surface. Sun Zhiyan's protests often ended up in vain.

"Yes." Two maids separated from behind, rolled up a stream of spiritual energy, wrapped the body of the dead maid, and went to another direction.

Wu Yi walked through several small courtyards and came to a quiet place. This was the place where "his" grandfather, Sun Quan, the current head of the Sun family, practiced in seclusion. There were rockeries everywhere, bamboo forests blowing in the wind, and fish playing, a peaceful scene.

But today, before Wu Yi entered the door, he heard a quarrel inside, breaking the peaceful scene. It was a pity. The two sides of the quarrel could be guessed with their toes.

The guards guarding outside the door saw Wu Yi coming and wanted to go in to pass on the message. Wu Yi interrupted them. He stood outside the door as quiet as a mountain, listening to the topic of the argument, which included differences in the family's business development plan and differences in the relationship with the other two major families.

But no matter which disagreement, they all point to one point, that is, the issue of the heir of the Sun family. It can't even be said to be vague, it is simply the end of the plot, as if there is no result today, don't go out of this door.

Wu Yi listened to the general situation, smiled and pushed open the door, and said: "What happened today, why is it so lively?"

The house is very simple, with just a few cushions, and the people sitting are all relatives of Wu Yi's current status. The head of the family is Sun Quan, with white hair. In the memory obtained by Wu Yi, he has always been energetic, but now he is much duller and looks listless.

Wu Yi, who is very sensitive to death, senses that Sun Quan's body is surrounded by layers of death, and the statement that he will not live long is not a lie.

He previously refined the soul coins for Sun Zhiyan and damaged his vitality. Now he is scheming with his daughters, exhausted, and worried about the exhaustion of his origin. No wonder he is described in this way.

As for Sun Quan's actions, it was Wu Yi's three current aunts who were sitting.

Seeing Wu Yi coming in, the three of them had different expressions.

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