The Super Immortal Doctor of the CEO Goddess

"Ah, this..."

Originally, Su Weiang's face was full of smiles, but when he saw Meng Xiuran kneeling down to Ye Dingtian and calling him Master, his old face was full of shock, his eyes were wide open, his mouth opened into an "o" shape, his face was pale, and his whole body was shaking as if he had been electrocuted.

Although Su Wuqun had already guessed it, his body still trembled involuntarily after seeing Meng Xiuran kneeling down. His eyes instantly became empty, as if his soul had been taken away.

This sentence from the master is equivalent to ruining the Su family's future!

As for Su Muxue and the hunchbacked old man, they both knew Ye Dingtian's origins. When Ye Dingtian told them, although they were surprised, they never doubted it.

"Haha, I dare not be your master, Meng Xiuran. I did not expect that you cannot distinguish right from wrong now. Forget it, forget it. Just treat it as guiding a dog. Don't you want to stop me? Then do it!"

Ye Dingtian said coldly.

"No, no, no, Master, even if you give me ten courages, I still don't dare. I didn't know you were here. If you hadn't saved me, I would have died. I remember your teachings and have been in charge of Kyoto for forty years. I dare not slack off. Please understand me, Master!"

Meng Xiuran knelt on the ground in a curled up state. If other dignitaries and grandmaster-level strongmen in Kyoto saw this scene, they would probably be shocked.

"Humph, you still have some conscience, and my guidance back then was not in vain. Get up!"

Seeing Meng Xiu Ran's attitude, Ye Dingtian did not blame him too much. Although Ye Dingtian had not contacted Meng Xiu Ran in the past fifty years, he still approved of what Meng Xiu Ran did.

"Yes, yes, Master!"

Meng Xiuran climbed up from the ground trembling, his eyes were red and there were traces of tears on his cheeks, but no one dared to laugh at the number one master in Kyoto, the patron saint of Daxia.

"Get back!"

Ye Dingtian said calmly.

"Yes Yes!"

Meng Xiuran didn't dare to ask any more questions, and hurriedly retreated to the back, then clasped his fists towards Su Muxue and the hunchbacked old man and said, "The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple, and the family members don't recognize each other as family. I hope you can forgive me for the offense I caused before."

"Meng Dixian, your status is higher than mine! I dare not ask you to forgive me, but the girl next to me is the real owner. She is the grandson's daughter-in-law of the master."

The hunchbacked old man smiled slightly and said lightly.

"Hello, Mr. Meng!"

Su Muxue was also extremely shocked and quickly clasped her fists.

"Don't call me Master Meng, call me Uncle Master, it's more intimate!"

Although Meng Xiuran may be older than Su Muxue's grandfather, the seniority is there.

"Master, Uncle Master...Okay!"

Su Muxue couldn't help but smile bitterly. She had never dreamed that the guardian god of Daxia, the strongest fighter in Kyoto, was actually the disciple of her husband's grandfather. No one would believe it if she told others about it.

"This...Meng Dixian, this..."

Su Wuqun was looking at the large-scale family recognition scene and was about to collapse. His eyes were flashing with anxiety, his body was shaking rapidly, and he was extremely scared.

Although he is a master who has reached the half-step Qi transformation realm, he is facing three powerful men who have reached the earthly immortal realm. Meng Xiuran is the absolute strong man who has suppressed Kyoto for forty years with his own strength. As a result, one of them is Meng Xiuran's master. How can he fight him?

"Mr. Su, what's going on?"

Although Meng Xiuran was the founder of Jianwu Hall, he did not dare to ask Ye Dingtian what happened and could only question Su Wuqun.

"I, I don't know either. Su Weiang, please tell me what's going on."

Su Wuqun turned around, looked at Su Weiang on the millstone, and shouted loudly.

"me……"

Su Weiang had already lost a lot of blood due to the millstone, and his aura was gradually dissipating. It was only because of the arrival of Su Wuqun and Meng Xiuran that he realized he had a chance to survive, so he suppressed his fear and argued.

But in this situation now, he knew that he was doomed, so there was no need to say anything. He huddled in a corner, pretending to be a dead dog, and spent his last moments there.

"Girl, go ahead and tell me!"

Ye Dingtian patted Su Muxue's shoulder.

"it is good!"

Su Muxue immediately briefly explained what had just happened. Of course, there were some secretive things involved, so Su Muxue automatically skipped over them and simply explained that the millstone was just an ordinary magical weapon.

"Alright, alright, alright Su Weiang, as the Patriarch of the Su Family in Kyoto, you can actually do something worse than an animal. You are a hypocritical hypocrite. I will skin you alive right now."

Meng Xiuran finally understood why his master was so angry. Su Weiang was worse than a beast. Su Weiang was already half buried in the earth and was almost as old as Su Muxue's grandfather, yet he still did such a dirty thing. Moreover, Su Muxue and Su Weiang were from the same clan. This was simply outrageous.

Meng Xiuran had hated evil all his life, and the murderous aura burst out of his body, frightening Su Weiang so much that his heart started beating as fast as a drum. Every beat seemed to announce the coming of death. He almost trembled as he shouted, "No, no, no... Ancestor, Ancestor..."

"Su Weiang, shut up! You, a beast, have brought disgrace upon our Su family. How can I face our ancestors after my death? This girl is from the same clan as you, and you actually wanted to do such a thing to her in our ancestral home..."

Su Wuqun was so angry that his face turned blue. He said to Meng Xiuran, "Meng Dixian, you don't have to skin him alive. I will do it myself. My Su family has produced such a scum because I didn't discipline him properly!"

"Alright, I'll skin him alive, I've already done it, let him die slowly! This will be a punishment for him..."

Ye Dingtian waved his hand. After all, the millstone could not absorb too much blood.

"Yes, yes, what Mr. Ye said is absolutely right."

Su Wuqun clasped his fists in haste, and then said to Su Muxue, "Wow, I was blind before and let you suffer. Since you and I are from the same clan, I hope you can show mercy and not kill our Su family in Kyoto!"

"You old fool, you are still good at taking advantage of others. When something goes wrong, you think we are from the same clan?"

Ye Dingtian looked at Su Wuqun coldly and said coldly.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Ye, I was wrong, I was wrong."

Su Wuqun quickly clasped his fists and said respectfully.

"Grandpa, the other people in the Su family in Kyoto didn't make things difficult for me, so let's just leave it at that!"

Although Su Muxue did not have any good feelings towards the Kyoto Su family, their lineage was derived from the Kyoto Su family after all, so she naturally did not want the Kyoto Su family to decline.

"Su Wuqun, I was originally going to help you sacrifice the millstone with blood, but since the girl has begged for mercy, and you really have nothing to do with this matter, I will not embarrass you!"

Ye Dingtian said lightly.

"Thank you, Mr. Ye. Thank you, Mr. Ye."

Su Wuqun immediately breathed a sigh of relief. As for Su Weiang's life or death, it was his own fault. All he needed to do was to protect the entire Su family.

"Su Wuqun, don't be so quick to thank me, the matter is not over yet!"

Ye Dingtian said coldly.

"Mr. Ye, if you have any other requests, please feel free to ask."

Su Wuqun said respectfully.

"You can see that I am still short of a little blood to refine a magical weapon for Mu Xue..."

Ye Dingtian pointed at the millstone and said calmly, "How about this, let all the children of the Su family in Beijing donate a drop of blood from their eyebrows, including you, and each adult descendant donate a tube of blood. The descendants of Su Weiang, as long as they are adult men, will donate a bowl of blood, and Su Weiang's son will have to take an extra finger as a punishment. Of course, you can come up with the reason yourself, just say that you need it for your practice..."