“Even though I could defeat you now without using the Yanma Palm technique, I still want to give you a more dignified death.” Su Changhe bent slightly, looking down at Su Jinhui lying on the ground.

Su Jinhui’s consciousness was gradually becoming fuzzy. He gritted his teeth and said, “I was the one who picked you up from outside back then. Without me, you would have died long ago!”

“You’re wrong. You merely transferred me from one hell to another hell. Crawling out of hell—that was something we had to do ourselves!” Su Changhe gently pressed his hand on Su Jinhui’s forehead. “Farewell, Head of the Su Clan.”

The door to the inner chamber slowly opened.

Su Changhe continued to casually play with the dagger in his hand as if nothing had happened in the room. “Uncle Qiu, are you thinking how much better it would be if the old master had walked out instead?”

Su Muqiu let out a light sigh. “You’ve executed so many Tian-rank missions and each time you struck only when victory was certain. I suppose you’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time.”

“Uncle Qiu understands me so well, how touching.” Su Changhe took out a blue sapphire ring from his chest and placed it on the index finger of his left hand. Beneath the dazzling blue sapphire were two characters engraved—Bi’an.

All the surviving Su family assassins present also took out identical rings from their robes and put them on their left index fingers.

“Cross the Dark River, and one reaches the Other Shore. At the Other Shore, there shouldn’t be only eternal night, but light as well.” Su Changhe stroked the sapphire on the ring. “Uncle Qiu, I spent six full years gathering this organization. It’s called Bi’an.”

Su Muqiu’s pupils narrowed slightly. “Bi’an… you want to change the Dark River?”

Su Changhe looked at Su Muqiu. “Uncle Qiu, you were born into the main family and raised as an assassin from childhood, weren’t you? But who would willingly be born as a tool for killing? Why must others bask in the sunlight while we, the people of the three clans, can only dwell in darkness? Don’t you want to change this?”

Su Muqiu smiled bitterly. “When I was young and forced to learn killing techniques, I certainly thought about these questions. But after all these years, my hands are already stained with blood. How can we change anything now?”

“Indeed.” Su Changhe stroked his small mustache. “That’s why although I consider you a kindred spirit, Uncle Qiu, I didn’t offer you this ring. You have the awareness, but you’ve long lost your courage. But we’re different—we’re still young. As they say in novels and stories, we’re still in our youth. And being young means we should be fearless, without regrets, and unsubmissive.”

After hearing these words, Su Muqiu remained silent for a long while. Then he said softly, “Although I cannot join you on this path, now that I know your purpose, I’m willing to help. I have something to tell you—a secret known only to the old master and the heads of the three clans.”

“Oh?” Su Changhe raised an eyebrow.

“Be careful, it could be a trap.” Su Ruodan’s sword remained pointed at Su Muqiu’s front, unwavering.

“It’s fine, I trust Uncle Qiu.” Su Changhe stepped forward and pressed down Su Ruodan’s sword with his finger.

Su Muqiu leaned close to Su Changhe’s ear and whispered something. Su Changhe’s expression changed slightly, and then he smiled. “So that’s how it is. I was wondering why the three clans, even after turning against each other, still maintained those ridiculous rules. Now I understand.”

“I thought your goal was to inherit the position of Su Clan Head, but I never imagined you were aiming for the position of Grand Elder.” Su Muqiu stepped back three paces. “The Dark River has never had such a young Grand Elder in its history.”

Su Changhe smiled. “A new Dark River deserves new history.”

Su Muqiu looked at the room behind Su Changhe, not continuing this topic. “Did you kill the old master?”

“Uncle Qiu, you’re a good person—one of the few respectable ones from the previous generation in this filthy Dark River. We’re leaving this place now. The new Dark River will no longer have Su Jinhui, and you should leave as well.” Su Changhe didn’t directly answer Su Muqiu’s question, leading his people toward the exit. “Farewell, Uncle Qiu.”

Su Muqiu stood stunned for a moment before rushing into the inner chamber.

“Why didn’t you kill him?” Su Ruodan asked in a low voice.

“I was hesitating, but what he just told me saved his life.” Su Changhe stroked his mustache, his eyes showing a hint of excitement.

“Where do we go next? To the Mu family to strike at an opportune moment?” Su Ruodan continued asking.

“Where did Su Muyu go?” Su Changhe asked.

Su Ruodan’s brows furrowed slightly. “He returned to the Spider’s Nest.”

Su Changhe’s lips curved upward. “Then we’ll go to the Spider’s Nest.”

Su Ruodan’s frown deepened. “But the Sleeping Dragon Sword was taken by Mu Ciling and is now in the Mu family’s hands. What use is there in going to the Spider’s Nest? When we joined Bi’an, we were preparing for today. As our leader, you shouldn’t show favoritism. At this moment, still wanting to protect your brother’s life is inappropriate!”

“What did you say?” Su Changhe stopped walking and turned to look at him.

Su Ruodan, seeing Su Changhe’s gaze, felt a chill in his heart. He unconsciously gripped the sword at his waist.

“With battle imminent, let’s not have conflicts.” Someone immediately came forward to mediate, but it was too late. Su Changhe leaped forward, directly knocking away Su Ruodan’s sword, then grabbed his throat and pushed him against the wall.

“If you kill me, how can you speak of a new Dark River?” Su Ruodan struggled to speak.

“Listen carefully.” Su Changhe’s lips curved into a fierce smile. “Given Su Muyu’s personality, unless he’s dead, he would retrieve the Sleeping Dragon Sword. Since he chose not to pursue the sword and returned to the Spider’s Nest, it means the Sleeping Dragon Sword that Mu Ciling took back is fake! Only a fool like Xie Ba would fight to the death over it. If you’re that stupid, go join him in death!”

“If that’s the case, you could have just explained it clearly, Lord Changhe! Let go!” The swordsman beside them tried hard to pull away Su Changhe’s hand but couldn’t move it even slightly.

“Also, you were right about one thing.” Su Changhe raised his head slightly. “Su Muyu—I am protecting his life.” After saying this, Su Changhe released his grip. Su Ruodan collapsed to the ground, taking deep breaths. Su Changhe walked forward under everyone’s gaze. After about a dozen steps, he stopped, seemingly talking to himself, but all the Bi’an members heard him.

“Anyone can die, but Su Muyu cannot.”

“Cannot means cannot.”

“Unless I die first!”