Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

"Wait a minute."

Just as Lei Qianhu's fingers were about to touch the rim of the wine glass, a lazy voice, like an untimely note, abruptly interrupted.

"Snapped!"

Immediately following was a very crisp sound of chopsticks being slapped.

The sound wasn't loud, but in the eerie silence of the moment, it sounded particularly jarring.

Everyone's eyes instantly turned to the inconspicuous little table in the corner.

Su Changqing slammed his chopsticks on the table, frowned, and fanned the air in front of his nose with a look of disgust, as if he had smelled something nauseating.

"Tsk, this wine smells sour."

Su Changqing's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire training ground: "Hey, Lord Lei, is your Lei Family Fort so poor you can't even afford to eat? Why are you serving guests foot-washing water?"

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The thousands of martial arts heroes present, including Lei Qianhu and Old Master Tang, were all stunned.

Foot bath water?

This is the Tang Clan's "Drunken Immortal Brew," a treasured item for over a century!

A single drop is worth a fortune! You actually call it foot bath water?

And it was said in front of Old Master Tang!

This is a blatant slap in the face!

"You rude brat!"

After a moment of stunned silence, Old Master Tang flew into a rage.

His old face, which had been wearing a fake smile, instantly contorted, and he almost crushed the wine glass in his hand.

"Where did this brat come from! How dare he insult the fine wine of my Tang Clan! Lei Qianhu, is this the kind of upbringing your Lei Family Fortress has?!"

Lei Qianhu was also completely bewildered and was about to explain.

But then Su Changqing slowly stood up, still holding Xiao Nuomi, who was licking the spoon in his arms.

He ignored Old Master Tang's roar and strolled leisurely toward the main table as if he were visiting his own backyard.

"Fine wine? Heh."

Su Changqing walked up to Old Master Tang, looking down at the little old man who was a head shorter than him, his eyes full of mockery.

He extended a finger and gently tapped the wine glass in Old Master Tang's hand.

"If a poisoned wine with added 'a touch of red,' 'dispersing power,' and three qian of 'arsenic' can be called a fine wine, then your taste is truly unique."

"I think this shouldn't be called 'Unity Wine,' it should be called 'Death Wine'!"

boom!

This statement was like a bombshell, instantly causing an uproar among the crowd!

"What?! Poisoned wine?!"

"Old Master Tang actually poisoned the wine?!"

"A touch of red? A poison that disperses internal energy? These are both deadly poisons that kill upon contact with blood! Even a single drop can be fatal!"

Those present were all seasoned veterans, and the names of these poisons were well-known to them.

In an instant, everyone retreated, their eyes filled with fear and wariness as they looked at the Tang Clan.

Lei Qianhu's expression changed drastically. He subconsciously withdrew his hand and retreated several feet, staring at Old Master Tang with a wary look.

"Old Master! What do you mean by this?!" Lei Qianhu shouted sternly.

Old Master Tang's face was now extremely grim.

He never expected that his carefully prepared, colorless and odorless mixed poison would be exposed by an unknown young man!

They even described the recipe word for word!

How is this possible?!

Even if Xin Baicao from Medicine King Valley came, she couldn't possibly smell it just by her nose, could she?!

"You...you're talking nonsense!"

Old Master Tang was still trying to argue, but his shifty eyes and slightly trembling hands betrayed him.

"This is clearly fine wine! You ignorant brat, don't you dare slander me!"

"Whether it's good or not, you'll know once you take a sip."

Su Changqing looked at him with a half-smile, "Come, sir, since this is a toast to unity, please drink it first!"

"I……"

Old Master Tang was speechless.

喝？

Drinking this will surely kill you!

Not drinking?

That means you have a guilty conscience!

This is practically putting him on the hot seat!

"What? You're afraid to drink?"

Su Changqing pressed on, his tone turning icy, "Weren't you quite arrogant just now? Why are you chickening out now?"

"Bad grandpa! Bad grandpa!"

The little glutinous rice in her arms joined in the commotion, pointing at Old Master Tang's nose and shouting, "Shame on you! I dare not drink! Hehehe!"

This father and daughter, one big and one small, have practically maxed out their taunting skills!

Old Master Tang was so angry that he trembled all over, and his red funeral clothes seemed to be on fire.

At that moment, he knew that there was no point in continuing to pretend.

Now that the conspiracy has been exposed, then...

Let's go straight for the hard way!

"Good! Good! Good!"

Old Master Tang was so angry that he laughed, and the wine cup in his hand was instantly turned into dust by his internal force!

The poisoned wine was spilled all over the ground, causing it to sizzle and emit plumes of black smoke as it corroded the surface.

Now even a fool could see that the wine was poisoned.

"Su Changqing! You've ruined my plans! Today I'll tear you to pieces!"

Old Master Tang's face turned ashen, and the murderous intent in his eyes was no longer concealed, bursting forth as if it were a tangible force.

He suddenly raised his hand and slammed it hard against the ground!

"You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences! Since we've been seen through, none of us are fit to live! Let's do it!"

"Smash the cup as a signal!"