As the sound of Qin Wentian’s voice faded, a terrifying cold gleam of light flashed in Jing Yu’s eyes.
Trash….? Recently he’d been so dispirited and often asked himself where had his supposed talent gone to? Not only did his master doubt him, even his fellow disciples no longer trusted him. The word ‘trash’ was like a needle pricking right into his heart.
“Slut, get your ass over here. Don’t blame me if I use you as my plaything,” Jing Yu remarked in an icy voice, without turning around. Jing Yu, whose back faced Qin Wentian, was visibly trembling, his entire face contorted. Usually, Jing Yu would never lose control of himself like this, but recently his mood had really been terrible, and now with the stimulation of this ‘needle’, all the darkness in him came gushing out.
The spectators at the inn all froze as they glanced at Jing Yu with expressions of interest on their faces. By all appearances, this man seemed to have a distinguished background, and yet he was actually capable of uttering such words. It was completely unexpected.
Luo Huan’s countenance stiffened as a cold light flashed in her charming eyes. For these few years, she had kept a low profile, living with prudence and humility, yet she had never lost her pride. Yet Jing Yu’s sordid words were too much to take, and pushed her over the edge.
“If Luo He knew that she had such a disciple, I wonder how she’d feel then?” A palpable coldness radiated out of Qin Wentian. Jing Yu put down the cup of wine in his hands and turned around. But as he saw Qin Wentian, his entire body stiffened in shock.
Although he wasn’t very familiar with Qin Wentian and had only met him twice, he could still vividly recall the first time they met outside the bamboo lodge of Gongyang Hong. He and Yan Qi had told Qin Wentian off, looking down on him with contempt. They’d told him that he was only a crow, unfit to be together with a phoenix like Mo Qingcheng.
Not only that, during their second run-in, he’d laughed coldly in his heart at what an idiot Qin Wentian was. This fool actually chased Mo Qingcheng all the way to the gates of the Pill Emperor Hall. And after which, he’d even had a confrontation with Zhan Chen.
Afterwards, there had been countless news reports covering Qin Wentian, all circulated throughout the Moon Continent. The youngest fourth-ranked Grandmaster ever, in a fit of rage regarding a woman, had killed Hua Xiaoyun. In the crazy battle, he sacrificed all his Puppets and had managed to escape by holding Shu Ruanyu hostage, his body riddled with injuries. In that battle, three assassins were killed and even Zhan Chen’s pristine name had been dragged into the mud. Many people even speculated that Zhan Chen was the true murderer of his fiancee because of what Qin Wentian had said then.
And today, for the third time, Qin Wentian stood in front of him. Qin Wentian stared at him, as though gazing at a pitiful ant. It was the kind of gaze he used to regard Qin Wentian with, but currently the roles had already reversed. The needle in his heart pierced in even further.
“It’s you!” Jing Yu exclaimed in shock. Locking eyes with Qin Wentian felt like a sharp knife directly slicing through his sea of consciousness. Momentarily, he felt a terrifying pressure boring down on him, evoking a sense of trepidation. It was as though a fearsome primordial beast had appeared, and wanted to lacerate his sea of consciousness into pieces.
Qin Wentian took a step forward as Jing Yu’s heart pounded. His forehead was covered in a sheen of perspiration as he shifted backwards, collapsing onto the floor, knocking down a chair and almost knocking down the table.
“If you say another word with even a hint of obscenity in it, I’ll make it so that you can only crawl out of here today,” Qin Wentian icily stated. Jing Yu scrambled up with difficulty, his countenance turning pale-white when he noted the reactions of the crowd. All of them were pointing their fingers at him, while whispering snidely to each other. Jing Yu felt like his breath was caught in his throat, he’d never felt this mortified.
“Luo He of the Pill Emperor Hall actually has such a disciple?”
“I heard that the little disciple of Luo He is as beautiful as a fairy and even has the mystical Seven Apertures Heart. To think that her senior brother would be such a character. It’s unbelievable.” Many people shook their heads and sighed.
Qin Wentian ignored the voices of the crowd, he walked and stood in front of Luo Huan, tenderly regarding his senior sister as he gently cradled her face.
“Senior Sis, you’ve lost weight.”
“Smelly brat, stop taking advantage of your beautiful senior sister me.” Luo Huan’s face was filled with a warm smile. This little fellow had truly grown up, he was already strong enough to protect her, unlike the youth back then who looked to her for safety.
“Who asked my senior sister to be this beautiful? Might as well take advantage while I’m acting cool.” Qin Wentian smiled as he embraced Luo Huan into a hug. There were no feelings of lust or romance that stems between a male and a female, it was a hug of pure friendship and of family love. Qin Wentian had long placed Luo Huan on the same standing as Qin Yao in his heart, treating her like his elder sister.
“Oi, your beautiful sister can’t breath.” Luo Huan was speechless when she felt Qin Wentian’s strength. The two of them parted as Fatty Fan Le waddled up, opening his arms wide as he greeted Luo Huan, “Senior Sister!”
“Damn fatty, what happened to your dieting plan?” Luo Huan giggled. Fatty shrugged and replied, “Senior Sister, you can’t be this biased.”
“Wait till you have Wentian’s figure before talking to me.” Luo Huan gaily laughed, causing Fatty to be extremely dejected.
“Come sit over there with us.” Qin Wentian pulled Luo Huan along when abruptly, Chen Ran who had been maintaining his silence suddenly spoke, “Wait.”
Chen Ran contemplated Qin Wentian, as well as those who came together with him. Those sitting at the table, especially Ouyang Kuangsheng and Jiang Ting, exuded extraordinary auras, so they should also be members from a transcendent power. As for Qin Wentian, although he didn’t have that innate feeling of superiority, his actual level of strength shouldn’t be bad.
But regardless of who he was, when they were in the Ginkou Continent facing someone from the Chen Clan, that person would still have to crawl on the ground even if he was an almighty true dragon.
Right now, this was the best opportunity to generate goodwill and make Jing Yu feel beholden to him.
“No matter who you are, you’d best come over here and bow in apology to my brother Jing Yu.” Chen Ran’s finger rapped on the table as he commented in a detached voice.
Yang Xia and the rest watching by the sides had assumed that Jing Yu’s status as a disciple from the Pill Emperor Hall meant that he was the highest among them, but now they knew Chen Ran’s background and status was even more frightening compared to Jing Yu. If not, he wouldn’t have dared to speak out after Jing Yu was humiliated by Qin Wentian.
Qin Wentian glanced at Chen Ran, his ears ringing with the rudeness of Chen Ran’s words. He was already holding back because this was the Ginkou Continent. To think that Chen Ran had no thoughts of sparing him.
“Senior Sis, let’s go.” Qin Wentian merely glanced at Chen Ran before he continued leading Luo Huan towards his table, totally disregarding Chen Ran’s words.
Chen Ran’s finger continued drumming the table, while his countenance turned a blazing red. The surrounding temperature became scorching hot.
Only core members of the Chen Clan were allowed to cultivate the Great Solar Universe Art. Evidently, Chen Ran was one such member.
If he wasn’t worth something, he wouldn’t dare to woo Mo Qingcheng.
Earlier, when Chen Ran spoke, Ouyang Kuangsheng had already noticed him, taking note of the radiant light flashing in Chen Ran’s eyes. And after Qin Wentian returned to the table, Ouyang Kuangsheng quietly informed him, “He seems to be a core member of the Great Solar Chen Clan in Ginkou.”
“Chen Clan?” Qin Wentian murmured. He already had more than a faint understanding of the transcendent powers around Grand Xia. And on the way to Ginkou, Ouyang Kuangsheng did introduce some of them to him.
The Great Solar Chen Clan is an extremely ancient aristocratic clan that has existed since the era of Ancient Grand Xia. It’s also one of the nine main grand bloodlines belonging to one of the nine strongest subjects of the Ancient Emperor back then. The cultivation art they cultivated was the exceedingly tyrannical Great Solar Universe Art.
After knowing of the Great Solar Chen Clan, the first thing Qin Wentian thought of was the scene that heralded the end of Grand Xia. The nine subjects of the Ancient Emperor rebelled and divided the Divine Stele into nine pieces, each of them possessing one of the Nine Ultimate Arts of Grand Xia.
For the Chen Clan. they were undoubtedly the descendants from one of the nine traitorous subjects back then.
Chen Ran’s eyes flashed as he stared at Ouyang Kuangsheng. What a sharp intuition this person had, he’d been able to discern right away that he was from the Chen Clan.
“Who are you?” Chen Ran impassively asked.
“Ouyang Aristocrat Clan, Ouyang Kuangsheng.”
Ouyang Kuangsheng didn’t hide his identity. He directly replied, causing the spectators in the inn to exclaim in surprise. Today, there was too much excitement in the Drunken Immortal Residence; the Great Solar Chen Clan, Ouyang Aristocrat Clan and Pill Emperor Hall, it seemed that the conflict between them would soon deepen.
But matters like these were what the crowd wanted to see the most. It would be great if both sides fought against each other, giving them a free show to watch.
“Ouyang Kuangsheng.” Chen Ran’s eyes glinted, he naturally heard of this name before. Of all the members from the younger generations of the transcendent powers, Ouyang Kuangsheng of the Ouyang Aristocrat Clan was included in a list that Chen Clan had to take note of, especially since he was a rising star himself as well.
“Who is he?” Chen Ran shifted his gaze back onto Qin Wentian.
“He’s my brother Qin Wentian. Today, me and my fiancee Jiang Ting, as well as my brothers are here admiring the wine. I hope you won’t spoil our mood,” Ouyang Kuangsheng quietly replied.
The corners of Chen Ran’s mouth curled up in a cold smile, “But my mood has already been disrupted. Not only that, he sneak-attacked my friend. I’m sure I’m not going overboard by just wanting him to apologize.”
Ouyang Kuangsheng understood that the party had no intentions of giving him face. If that was the case, there was no need to waste words. He shifted his gaze aside, totally disregarding Chen Ran.
Chen Ran gently placed his palm on the table and an instant later, a terrifying heat incinerated it into ashes. Even the metallic cups on the table were melted down into a puddle of metal liquid by that heat. The spectating crowd hurriedly retreated, the blazing radiance in Chen Ran’s eyes was even more brilliant compared to earlier, as crushing intent radiated out from him.
“If I have to act personally, it won’t be as simple to resolve with just an apology. The woman you are with shall belong to me as well.” Chen Ran’s voice turned cold. He was from the Chen Clan, why would he need to give face to Ouyang Kuangsheng? In any case, he wasn’t the one who’d acted offensively to the Ouyang Aristocrat Clan and besides, Qin Wentian and Luo Huan weren’t from any transcendent powers. Why couldn’t he do what he wanted to to them?
“Senior Sis, give me a moment.” Qin Wentian gazed at the stiffened expression on Luo Huan’s face. He set down the wine cup in his hands and stood up, walking towards Chen Ran.
An instant later, a gut-wrenching aura blasted out of Qin Wentian. His countenance turned increasingly demonic as his eyes narrowed into slits, and it gave chills down the spine of people who saw it.
“Not bad, you have some strength. But sadly at the seventh level of Yuanfu, you are not qualified to act in this way in front of me,” Chen Ran also stood up as the spectating crowd hurriedly took cover. Everything near him, like the table and chair, had all been incinerated into ashes.
Great Solar Universe Cultivation Art—practitioners of this Art would birth Great Solar energy within their bodies, enabling them to even incinerate the Heavens and boil the Oceans. When the might of this Art was unleashed, those within a certain radius would die.
Although Chen Ran’s proficiency wasn’t at that level yet, trepidation and fear could be felt in the hearts of those standing near him.
As for the aura he was exuding, it was at the eighth level of Yuanfu.
“Boom!” Chen Ran stepped out as the visible outline of a heavy footprint could be seen. His palms were turning the color of burning crimson, as a terrifying heat crackled around him as he lunged towards Qin Wentian.
“For the sake of giving face to the Ouyang Aristocrat Clan, I will give you one last chance.” A terrible gleam flickered in his eyes, the light of the energy birthed from the Great Solar Universe Art he cultivated, akin to the terrifying radiance of a blazing sun!
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