Apocalypse: My Apartment Has Traits - Chapter 100 - 92: Five Hundred Transformations into One
Chapter 100: Chapter 92: Five Hundred Transformations into One
Liu Jun initially wanted to give his grandson Xiao Lu a peaceful environment to grow up for the sake of the village’s stability.
Upon discovering Su Lin’s hand crossbow and inferring the truth behind the Chang Family’s extermination, he realized the young man’s innate radical and ruthless nature.
At that time, he once tried to warn Su Lin with words.
In his understanding then, even though Zhong Wubin and Chang Sanheng had countless faults, they were ultimately part of the village’s own people.
Conflicts within one’s own are tolerable behind closed doors, but resorting to murder and annihilation is excessively brutal.
This kind of internal conflict weakens the village’s strength and invites the encirclement of wolves, truly unwise.
But now it seems… some people never considered themselves as “one of their own”!
Even, completely as enemies!
Liu Jun looked at Su Lin with a complex gaze, eventually expressing it as a sigh full of deep disappointment and self-mockery:
“Ha… I’m old now, and muddle-headed. Living with Zhong Wubin for three years, yet you young ones see through things more clearly.”
Upon hearing this, Su Lin could only give a bitter smile.
What he actually thinks is not as profound as that; his actions were more out of an instinct for self-preservation.
Su Lin deeply agrees with Cao Aman’s famous quote: “I’d rather wrong the world than let the world wrong me.”
In his heart: if what is called the big picture requires his sacrifice, then this big picture might as well be abandoned!
Essentially, he and Zhong Wubin might not be any different.
However, of course, he wouldn’t be foolish enough to point that out at this moment, but comforted Liu Jun following his words:
“Old Liu is also thinking for the village’s long-term plan, seeking stability. Who could have foreseen Zhong Wubin being so selfish and ambitious?”
His tone was sincere, achieving a level of shamelessness, completely unaware that he was practically a fellow traveler with Zhong Wubin.
Liu Jun shook his head, his gaze returning to Su Lin, carrying a kind of reassessment through life’s experiences:
“You kid, indeed smart and wise. Previously… you were truly spoiled. From now on, this old bag of bones should listen to you nimble-minded young people more.”
Even amidst such severe moments, Old Master Su Can and Su Qi couldn’t help but slightly raise the corners of their mouths hearing Liu Jun’s sincere praise for Su Lin.
Just one week ago, Liu Jun wasn’t very optimistic about this Su family junior, even believed the Su family would fall at his hands with no successors.
Unexpectedly, in just over a week, Liu Jun’s opinion has completely reversed.
At this moment, facing this old companion, Old Master Su Can subconsciously puffed up his chest, a faint trace of pride swept across his authoritative face.
Liu Jun took note of Su Can’s subtle movement, not without a bit of bitterness, secretly muttering: his Xiao Lu… isn’t actually bad either!
Nearby, sister-in-law Zhao Yaxin looked at Su Lin with a very subtle expression, carrying a hint of scrutiny and exploration, as if comparing this steady and shrewd young man with the arrogant wastrel who once shamelessly shouted “brother’s demise, brother’s inheritance” in her memory.
Su Lin rarely maintained a humble demeanor: “Old Liu praises me too much.”
They discussed and analyzed Zhong Wubin’s schemes a few more sentences.
At this moment, Zhong Wubin had welcomed the Shunfeng Travel Group’s party into the village.
The second team and the Su family group seemed to be deliberately ignored, watching the other party pass by them right under their noses.
Su Lin was not only unperturbed but instead a cold curve quietly formed at the corner of his mouth.
If heaven wants it doomed, it must first let it go mad.
Not everyone in the village is a fool; Zhong Wubin’s actions now are akin to digging his own grave. Once the situation becomes chaotic, villagers will naturally harbor resentment towards him upon reflection.
In this way, what Su Lin needs to do next naturally follows.
“It’s time for this village to return to the helm of the Su family.” Su Lin’s heart turned cold.
To stabilize internally before dealing externally!
A person like Zhong Wubin, who only knows how to cause inner turmoil, even at the cost of inviting wolves into the house, cannot be kept for another day. Su Lin fears constantly that he might stab a fatal knife in the back.
This person must not be retained!
…
The sky grew increasingly dark like ink, heavy clouds pressing down, a suffocating sense of impending storm filling the air.
The crowd at the village entrance gradually dispersed, each harboring their own thoughts.
The invisible spark between Zhong Wubin and the Su family just now had already turned the village’s atmosphere bizarre and tense.
A faint smell of gunpowder floated in the air, subtle, yet clearly perceptible.
The villagers were filled with anxiety, while a glint of wisdom flickered in the eyes of outsiders.
The murky water was the perfect time for fishing in troubled waters.
Just as the travel group was about to disappear at the end of the street, the pair of captivating twin sisters who had always attracted attention quietly fell to the back of the group.
The long-haired girl first stopped, turned elegantly towards the direction of the Su family crowd, and gracefully performed a salutation.
The short-haired girl glanced at her sister, then at Su Lin amidst the crowd, hesitated for a moment before following suit.
However, her salute was awkward and clumsy, an obvious mimicry, revealing a silly charm that amused onlookers.
Following that, the twin sisters, both of unparalleled beauty and figure, turned and quickly caught up with the group.
The two sisters naturally drew attention, and their silent actions attracted countless curious glances.
Su Lin raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone carrying a hint of playfulness:
“It seems they’re not even bothering to put on an act, clearly targeting the Su Family.”
Su Qi nodded slightly, his gaze deep and meaningful:
“Given the situation, it might not be entirely a bad thing.”
“A good thing?” Su Lin was taken aback, unable to grasp the mystery for a moment.
However, his second uncle spoke no further, striding forward.
Su Lin had no choice but to suppress his doubts and quickly follow.
…
That day, Zhong Wubin hosted a banquet to entertain the members of the travel group.
At the same time, outsiders began to swagger into Wuyin Village.
Though undercurrents surged in the village, they could not be blocked at this moment.
Travel groups required open passage from the villages where they traded, an established custom.
Every month, the Shunfeng Travel Group’s caravans traveled to a remote area, choosing a village to stay for several days, using it as a temporary trading venue to attract nearby camps.
The trade revenue in turn, one-tenth, would be taken by the group as rent paid to the hosting village.
For the village, this was undoubtedly beneficial.
Not only did it facilitate material trade, but also brought in a considerable income.
Therefore, despite numerous internal conflicts, Wuyin Village could not refuse the outsiders, for fear of offending the travel group and being denied entry to other trading venues in the future.
Conversely, outsiders dared not easily cause trouble.
Thus, although the atmosphere was tense on the first day, it barely maintained a superficial peace.
What slightly surprised Su Lin was that the Song Yiren and Song Yiyi sisters, after offering a salute at the village entrance, remained inactive and did not actively approach as he had expected.
“They sure can keep their cool,” Su Lin shook his head privately.
At this moment, he couldn’t afford to disrupt his own plans by seeking them out, lest he fall into a disadvantage and be led by the nose.
…
The next day, the sky, suppressed for a long time, finally released a drizzling acid rain.
Outside the window, a gray curtain of rain enveloped the world in dampness and gloom.
In the Su Family’s Old Mansion, in the spacious Martial Arts Training Room.
In the giant space occupying the entire floor, Su Lin, shirtless, stood intently before a solid wooden stake.
He pressed his tongue against his palate, his gaze sharp as lightning locking onto the target, his hands steadily wielding a long saber, striking the stake one slash after another, steadily and powerfully.
With each slash, his chest, back, waist, arms, and legs, all coordinated as one, exerted and withdrew force along almost perfect angles. His breathing was long and steady, with a peculiar rhythm.
Sweat soaked his temples, sliding down the firm lines of his muscles.
Su Qi stood with arms crossed nearby, his eyes flowing with an inscrutable gleam.
Under the “Observation” gaze, he clearly “saw” that his nephew’s Qi and Blood were controlled with exquisite precision, like the most docile stream, steadily and accurately covering the long saber, even focused only on the blade’s edge with not a single hint of leakage!
“His control over Qi and Blood…” Su Qi was shocked in his heart, “Were it not for his Qi and Blood not being fully accumulated, I would suspect he opened his Qi himself and awakened the ability to control Qi and Blood!”
This level of control, even with his current cultivation, was just so.
Yet he had trained hard for two years for this!
And this young man, how long had he trained?
At most, not even two weeks!
Not even ten days!
In terms of Qi and Blood control alone, Su Lin’s skillful proficiency far exceeded his imagination.
Moreover, his sword skill advancement was not slow either!
He originally thought that no matter how talented his nephew was, achieving Five Hundred Transformations into One would take at least half a month.
Who would have thought…
Swish——!
The long saber’s clear whistling sound through the air abruptly ceased.
Su Lin’s five hundredth slash landed, leaving only a deep and concise blade mark on the stake!
Su Lin slowly exhaled a long breath of turbid air.
After five hundred slashes, his entire body was steaming with heat, muscles taut but showing no sign of fatigue.
His gaze fell on the single distinct blade mark on the stake, and a moment of joy lit up his eyes.
“It’s done!”
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