The Might of the Gold Art

He had no other intentions or thoughts. He simply felt that the old man's cultivation was not low, yet he was willing to give up this menial work of worldly pleasures, which was worthy of respect. His philosophy of life was to distinguish right from wrong based on major issues and to judge a person's character from small details. It was that simple; he had absolutely no ulterior motives towards the old man, and besides, he didn't see anything that the old man could offer him any advantage.

However, his actions caused a slight look of surprise to flash in the old man's eyes. He then tossed the wine into his Storage Bag and continued with his own business...

The gates of wealthy families were indeed deep and secluded. The three of them wandered around for quite a while, seeing groups of two or three people chatting on almost every street. The topics were nothing more than Yue Qianchou and things related to the Misty Forest.

Yue Qianchou had a tense expression on his face, feeling extremely frustrated. He had set a trap for himself, only to find himself trapped in it.

Yes, the news about the Myriad Sword Demon Lord in the Misty Forest was fabricated and deliberately spread by him. His purpose was to gather a group of people in the Misty Forest and then slaughter them. He wanted to prevent them from taking advantage of their numbers to bully others! To put it bluntly, he hadn't yet gotten over the humiliation of being chased by thousands of people.

"You guys were going crazy over two precious swords? Well, if I create a treasure from the Myriad Sword Demon Lord, I'll probably drive you even crazier, right?" However, he miscalculated. These guys had all changed their ways, becoming incredibly patient, completely holding back. Instead of going to the Misty Forest to figure out how to get in, they all set their sights on him.

So he tried to lure him out of the Misty Forest several times, but he didn't fall for it. Instead, he patiently waited for him to come out, intending to capture him alive, rather than fight him to the death. This frustrated the boy, who then had no choice but to come out and look for an opportunity to cause trouble.

Who knew that after he disappeared, the World Commerce Association became even more despicable, relying on its vast wealth to offer a reward of 100 million, forcing him to change his identity again. If only I had known this would happen, I would have extorted a few hundred million more from Yin Baikang back then! What a regret!

What frustrated him most was that, to make his fabricated story of the Myriad Sword Demon Lord more believable, he used the terrain of the basin as a starting point, only to have those guys immediately guess that the place was the Ascension Platform. Apparently, everyone knew about the Ascension Platform, but he had never heard of it. What a failure...

As Qin Jiaxing and Fu Chun wandered through the village, they arrived at a secluded courtyard half-shaded by grapevines. The green grapes were laden with seeds, not yet fully ripe.

The three went inside, and there were indeed six rooms, arranged in pairs facing each other, forming a long, cylindrical garden. Judging from the layout, this place must have been a secluded corner where servants lived when the family was still wealthy. However, in its current state, its secluded courtyard and lack of people coming and going made it peaceful and quiet!

Beneath the grape trellis, at a round stone table, four women in pink were sitting, while two others stood. Before entering, they had heard lively chatter inside, but now all eyes were fixed on the three who had entered.

Yue Qianchou glanced at them casually; their looks were decent, but still somewhat inferior to his own women. Just as he was observing, a seated woman suddenly stood up, walked over with a mocking smile, and stared at Fu Chun, coldly saying, "What? Still not giving up?"

The woman had large, sparkling eyes, a round face, and a pointed chin; one look at her and you knew she was the kind of person you didn't want to mess with. Fu Chun and Qin Jiaxing instinctively shrank back. To them, killing Rogue Cultivator like them from the Qinghu Yanyu Tower was as easy as crushing two ants. Even if Boss Niu was incredibly powerful, he couldn't possibly face a behemoth like the Misty Rain Tower in the Cultivation World.

While it's true that the Misty Rain Tower is a behemoth in the Cultivation World, the two of them underestimated their leader. Let alone the Misty Rain Tower, even the World Commerce Association, which is considered the most powerful organization in the Cultivation World, had been targeted by Yue Qianchou.

Yue Qianchou's face immediately darkened. He glanced at the two men on either side of him. These two underlings were really giving him too much face; they were utterly incompetent. Especially in front of a woman, with their boss right here, they dared to back down. He couldn't help but let out a cold "humph."

"He who eats another's food is bound to do his bidding; he who takes another's money is bound to do his bidding." Having been treated to good food and drink for some time now Fu Chun steeled himself and stepped forward, saying, "This is our boss, who has come to discuss this with you personally."

"Boss?" The woman laughed loudly and unrestrainedly, saying, "A few Rogue Cultivator dare to call themselves bosses in front of our Misty Rain Tower? They're simply courting death. Come, let me see what your boss is all about." As she spoke, she approached and looked Yue Qianchou up and down, her slender fingers tugging at her sleeve, seemingly intending to teach him a lesson.

"Discuss what?!" Yue Qianchou was furious. He grabbed Fu Chun and pulled her behind him. He stared at the woman who had come closer and sneered, "If you keep waving your big breasts around in front of me, I don't care if you're from Misty Rain Tower or not, I'll grab them and smash them."

These words shocked everyone present, who wondered if they had misheard. Fu Chun and Qin Jiaxing exchanged bewildered glances, while the five women around the stone table stared in disbelief. The woman standing in front of Yue Qianchou gaped, her face filled with disbelief.

Upon seeing Yue Qianchou raise his hand, he was so frightened that he cried out "Wow!" and took several steps back. Then, he was furious and said, "You audacious madman, how dare you insult my Misty Rain Tower!"

"Misty Rain Tower? What a prestigious reputation!" Yue Qianchou chuckled coldly. "You were the one who bullied others first, and now you're trying to pin the blame on me. You're just looking for a pretext. But no problem, I'm ready anytime!"

"You're courting death!" The woman raised her hand. Three streaks of silver light appeared in her hand; upon closer inspection, they turned out to be three slender needles, each about a foot long. Yue Qianchou's eyes narrowed; there were actually people using such Law Artifact.

"Junior Sister, stop!" the five women around the stone table exclaimed in unison. The woman who had attacked hadn't noticed, but they realized they couldn't discern the attacker's cultivation level. Furthermore, the man's words suggested he didn't take the Misty Rain Tower seriously, clearly indicating he was no ordinary person.

None of them were new to the Cultivation World. They knew that the reputation of the Misty Rain Tower could only intimidate the timid. When someone actually dared to make a move, they should avoid the strong and seek out the weak. This was an essential skill for navigating the Cultivation World; otherwise, one was simply playing with their own life.

However, they seemed to have cried out a little too late, and besides, in her rage, she didn't care about right or wrong. A silver light flashed from her hand, creating a silver rainbow beneath the green grapevines, shooting straight at Yue Qianchou's chest.

"A mere trick, yet you dare to embarrass yourself with it." Yue Qianchou sneered, striking out with his palm against the silver light. The silver needle pierced straight into his palm, and his hand immediately clenched into a fist.

"Boss!" Fu Chun and Qin Jiaxing exclaimed in unison. They flashed over simultaneously, releasing their flying swords as a precaution, trapping Yue Qianchou between them, their faces filled with worry as they looked at his fist. Imagine what it would feel like to have a silver needle over a foot long pierce your hand.

Yue Qianchou glanced at the two men, his expression softening slightly. He had been seething with anger because of their hesitation. But now it seemed he hadn't made a mistake in choosing them as his underlings; they still had some conscience at crucial moments and knew to care for their boss. It wasn't for nothing that he'd been feeding and caring for them well; otherwise, they would have had to pay it all back with interest.

The five women by the stone table breathed a sigh of relief; it turned out this man was just a pretentious show-off. The woman who released the flying needles, however, changed her expression. Others might not know, but she knew that once the needles pierced the other's palm, they would be completely cut off from her.

She looked at Yue Qianchou again, and her expression changed once more. She couldn't discern her opponent's cultivation level at all. Knowing she had encountered a master of the Cultivation World, she dared not act rashly any longer.

Yue Qianchou glanced coldly at the girls and snorted, "A few girls at the Core Formation stage dare to be so arrogant. I'll go to the Qinghu Yanyu Tower another day and see how Yu Nantian teaches his disciples. A grown man who only takes in female disciples, how can he possibly teach them well?"

The Yu Nantian he mentioned was the lord of the Liunan Kingdom, a mid Spirit Transformation stage expert who called himself the master of Qinghu Yanyu Tower, a rather elegant title.

These words made the women uneasy, especially after Yue Qianchou's next move, which made them tremble with fear... Yue Qianchou raised his single fist, and as he parted his fingers, fine silver powder gently drifted down like a light drizzle, spreading a thin layer on the ground...

The women were stunned, completely dumbfounded. This was simply too terrifying. They had no idea how high this person's cultivation level had reached; not only did he dare to grab Law Artifact, but he also crushed Law Artifact into dust in the blink of an eye...

Thinking back to what he just said, it seems that Qinghu Yanyu Tower is just a place he can go wherever he wants, and he even dared to call Yu Nantian by his name directly, showing considerable disrespect. These are not words that an ordinary Rogue Cultivator would dare to utter, and coupled with his terrifying methods, it makes the identity of the person in front of us seem mysterious.

Even Fu Chun and Qin Jiaxing exchanged bewildered glances, their foreheads clouded with doubt, only now realizing that this boss was no ordinary person.

Yue Qianchou glanced at the group expressionlessly, but inwardly he was smug. Ever since he comprehended the Gold Art, he refused to believe that it was only for tricks like turning stones into gold; that would be far too boring! He pondered for a long time, remembering how his master had asked Nong Zhu to pass on a message about the Water Technique.

The power of the Fire Technique was being released, and the power of the Water Technique was being absorbed, so there must be a way to unleash the power of the Gold Art as well. Hiding in the basin of the Misty Forest, he pondered and pondered. Through continuous experimentation, he finally grasped the Gold Art Technique could absorb not only gold, but also the elements of any metal. After much trial and error, he comprehended an extraordinary method.

It seemed that any metal could be instantly disintegrated under the power of the Gold Art. A piece of gold could be turned into gold dust, and then instantly reformed into a gold ingot. Whether it was black iron or hell iron, he tried all kinds of metals he had on hand. He was shocked by what he found; the Gold Art was far too domineering. He tried various magical Law Artifact made of different metals obtained from Chen Feng, but none of them could withstand the power of the Gold Art's power; they instantly turned to dust...

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