Immortal Arts

The old sword cultivator was baffled. "Lord Yin Guan, what are you doing?"

For some reason, the dashing Lord Yin Guan before him had quietly formed a High-grade Sword Incantation. A ring of Golden Sword Qi now surrounded them, plainly isolating their Small World to keep others from overhearing.

If the Yin Guan was not an Immortal, the old sword cultivator would never believe it, not after seeing Sword Art and Divine Power honed to such perfection.

Did the Yin Guan not want to reveal his identity yet? Was that necessary? Still, the old sword cultivator had no wish to tell Lord Yin Guan what to do.

Chen Ping'an said, "I appreciate your kindness, senior, but I can settle this disturbance myself."

He glanced at the Flower-Adorning Gentleman sleeping on the ground. A Bamboo Splint Realm and a Paper Body—he was no ordinary embroidered pillow. Most likely, he was another promising young man who relied on his Sect Brand and his Patriarch's name to make his way through the world.

If beating the young one brought an elder running, and another Old Ancestor arrived shortly afterward to demand an explanation, then Chen Ping'an would talk things through if the man was willing to reason. If not, it would only take another two or three punches.

If that elder happened to be an Ascension Realm Great Cultivator, he could simply let his senior brother know. They were not far from the Temple of Literature anyway.

Barring surprises, though, Li Huai and the Ascension Realm attendant beside him would probably reach Mandarin Duck Islet soon.

The old sword cultivator felt uncomfortable all over at being called "senior." It sat worse with him than Pu He calling him an old good-for-nothing at every turn.

Lord Yin Guan was being too polite. Such distant