The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

The phrase "wife of the bandit chief" was uttered.

The air in Yanwang Canyon seemed to have been sucked out in that instant.

The once bustling valley fell into dead silence; even the wind stopped.

The eight-year-old boy, who was eating melon seeds in the carriage, paused slightly.

Su Yaoyao looked at the leader wielding the big knife with the same sympathetic gaze one would give an endangered species.

Is this guy out of his mind?

Robbery is one thing, but how dare they target the Crown Princess of the Great Yuan Kingdom?

He even wants an eight-year-old child to be his bandit queen?

It's like an old man eating poison; he thinks he's living too long!

as predicted.

Just a second ago, Su Zhen was picking and choosing among the bandits with a kind face.

Upon hearing those four words, it was as if an ancient ferocious beast had its Achilles' heel touched.

The smile on Su Zhen's face shattered and peeled away inch by inch at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A chilling cold that sent shivers down one's spine suddenly erupted.

In his deep eyes, killing intent surged and roared like a sea of ​​blood!

The living Yama of the Great Abyss Kingdom is truly enraged!

His precious daughter, whom Su Zhen cherished dearly, was someone he was afraid would drop or melt in his mouth.

These ignorant peasants dare to have such despicable thoughts?

Exterminate their entire family!

We must play the Nine Clans Elimination Game!

In the mountain village, earthworms have to be cut in half upright, and eggs have to be shaken until the yolks are broken!

A terrifying, indescribable surge of true energy erupted from Su Zhen's body.

This surge of true energy, carrying an overwhelming pressure capable of destroying everything, swept through the entrance to the canyon.

Surrounded by three thousand ruthless bandits, he felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

Something even more terrible happened.

Centered on Su Zhen, the ground within a ten-zhang radius began to tremble violently.

Large and small pebbles and clods of earth defied gravity and slowly floated into the air!

Countless stones hovered around Su Zhen's body, rising and falling with his violent true energy.

This is the terrifying power of a peerless master!

With a mere thought, these floating stones would transform into deadly hidden weapons.

In an instant, all three thousand bandits were riddled with bullets, leaving not a single piece of their flesh intact.

The head of the gang, obsessed with his own flesh and blood, had no idea that death was already choking him.

He saw the surrounding pebbles rising up and thought it was a strange wind blowing in the canyon.

He even felt that his loud shout had been so powerful that it had triggered a strange phenomenon in the heavens and earth.

He smugly hoisted the hundred-pound nine-ringed broadsword onto his shoulder.

He stretched out his thick left hand and patted his shiny, bulging chest forcefully.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

A dull thud came from his chest.

It felt like hitting a thick wall of flesh.

"Old man! Stop playing tricks on me!"

"I am a disciple of the Grandmaster of the Great Yan Kingdom! I practice the Iron Shirt Technique, which makes me impervious to swords and spears!"

The leader was arrogant and domineering, with his chin held high and his nostrils pointing to the sky.

"With your old bones, I could stand here and let you chop me three times, and you wouldn't even break my skin!"

"If you know what's good for you, kneel down and call me 'Grandpa' a few times, then hand over your chubby little girl from the car!"

The leader hadn't finished speaking.

Sitting in the carriage, Su Yaoyao couldn't help but roll her eyes dramatically.

She silently activated the interstellar miniature X-ray scanner and scanned the leader's broad chest.

Green scan data refreshed on her retina.

Su Yaoyao looked at the data and almost burst out laughing.

A clear, childlike voice, laced with merciless mockery, flashed wildly through the tyrannical father's mind:

[Pfft! This is hilarious! This is a Grandmaster's disciple?]

Is this the invulnerable Iron Shirt technique?

[Who are you trying to fool? This guy has never practiced any internal martial arts or hard qigong!]

[This physique is purely from overeating! His muscle-to-fat ratio is a whopping 80%!]

[That bulging chest was all pure fat!]

With that much fat, forget about swords; you wouldn't even need a cotton-padded coat in winter, it has a built-in layer of insulation!

Hearing his daughter's complaints, the bloodshot in Su Zhen's eyes subsided slightly.

However, the murderous aura around him remained intense, and the rubble suspended in mid-air spun rapidly.

Anyone who dares to covet his daughter, even if they're a fat pig, will be turned into a dead pig today!

Just as Su Zhen was about to raise his hand and annihilate these three thousand people.

Su Yaoyao's next words were like a bucket of cold water poured on Su Zhen's weak spot.

[Dad! Calm down! Don't act impulsively!]

It was satisfying to shatter them all with your power, but if we kill him, who's going to work for us?

The terrain of Yama's Canyon is such that there are cliffs on both sides, and only this one path in the middle!

This is a vital passage connecting the border of the Great Yan Kingdom to the interior, a true transportation hub!

[If we can recruit these bandits, we can block both ends of this canyon.]

[Set up dozens of barriers and create a highway tollbooth like the Gorge of Hell!]

All passing caravans and wagons must pay a toll based on the number of people and the weight of their goods!

Su Yaoyao became more and more excited as she calculated, her little abacus clicking away in her mind.

[We can also offer monthly passes, annual passes, and VIP fast-track services!]

These three thousand strong laborers make a ready-made tollbooth operator and security guard team!

[If we can block this road, we can easily make a net profit of at least 60,000 taels of silver a year!]

Sixty thousand taels! That's a money tree that can provide an endless stream of income for generations to come!

[If I impulsively kill them all, that 60,000 taels of silver will sprout wings and fly away!]

The five words "sixty thousand taels of silver" possess an incredible magic.

One second he was like a god of death descending upon the world, ready to unleash a massacre. The Great Abyss Tyrant.

He shuddered the moment he heard those five words.

Overwhelming killing intent, surging true energy.

It was paused, and it's stuck in my throat.

He forced it back down!

"Clatter!"

"Pat! Pat!"

As the true energy vanished in an instant, the rubble, suspended in mid-air and spinning at high speed, ready to kill, was gone.

Without the support of power, it fell to the ground like a small rain of stones.

It hit the dry loess road, kicking up rings of fine dust.

The sudden turn of events left the three thousand bandits, who were on high alert, stunned.

The leader of the gang saw the stones scattered all over the ground and assumed that the old man had run out of energy and his internal strength had dissipated.

His expression grew increasingly smug, his nostrils practically pointing to the sky.

Su Zhen was looking down, struggling with an intense internal conflict.

On one hand, there was the death penalty for daring to covet his precious daughter; on the other hand, there was a steady stream of wealth amounting to 60,000 taels of silver every year.

The tyrant's dignity and the capitalist's greed are locked in a fierce battle.

Ultimately, in Su Zhen's already limited value system, the glittering silver took the lead.

My daughter is right, dead people can't create value.

Only living, hardworking oxen and horses can generate a continuous stream of profits.

Su Zhen slowly raised his head and took a deep breath of the dusty air.

When he looked at the fat, burly leader again, the murderous intent in his eyes had vanished.

He transformed into an expression that would send chills down the spines of all the court officials of the Great Yuan Kingdom.

The benevolent smile that capitalists wear when they see the best cattle and horses.

Su Zhen's lips curled up wildly, and the wrinkles on his face smiled like a bright chrysanthemum.

He waved to the leader, his tone as gentle as if he were coaxing a big yellow dog.

"My lord, it's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding."

"Since you are a disciple of a Grandmaster, then we can be considered to have become friends through a fight."

Su Zhen put his hands behind his back, looking harmless and easy to get along with.

"I will not kill you. Not only will I not kill you, I will also grant you a great opportunity."

"Come here, come closer."

"I'll show you a treasure, I guarantee you've never seen anything like it in your life."

Upon hearing this, the leader was first taken aback, then burst into wild laughter in his heart.

really!

That old man is all show and no substance. That stone-controlling trick he just did must have used up all his strength!

Now you know fear?

Now you understand the significance of a Grandmaster's disciple?

Trying to buy your life with your precious possession?

None of the doors!

Once I see this treasure, I'll still chop you up with one stroke!

The leader smugly planted his nine-ringed broadsword in the ground and strode forward without any defense.

As he walked, he turned around and arrogantly shouted to the three thousand henchmen behind him:

"Brothers! This old bastard's backed down!"

"Get everything ready, get prepared to seize the supplies!"

Inside the carriage.

Su Yaoyao sighed helplessly as she looked at the head of the gang's foolish attempt to court death.

Silently, he took out a round metal ball from his pocket and pulled the tab.