First Take a City

Chen Ping'an, his sword once more on his back, appeared at the foot of the steps outside the Temple of Literature.

That kid Lin Junbi had some nerve. Had he only just sobered up?

Seeing Chen Ping'an climb the steps, Lin Junbi immediately dispelled the smell of wine about him. He called out, "Lord Yin Guan," then merely smiled.

Chen Ping'an nodded and praised him. "Drunk and disorderly right outside the Temple of Literature? What imposing authority you wield, Junbi. Your domineering air is spilling out all over. You ought to carry a great basket when you go out and keep it inside, lest you accidentally hurt someone."

Lin Junbi was mortified.

Other cultivators had come out to drink away their boredom nearby. They all glanced sidelong at the figure in green, unable to ignore him.

Those qualified to attend the discussions here had sources of gossip more reliable than the last. They knew that this sword-carrying youth might be all smiles, but his temper was bad. Terrible.

As Yin Guan, he had been the one at the earlier discussion who dared disregard Tuoyue Mountain and the whole Savage World, saying they should fight. And now the Temple of Literature really had gone to war.

As a disciple of the Literary Sage lineage, he had somehow outdone even his senior brother Zuo.

Under the eyes of every sage in the Temple of Literature, he had fought the Immortal Yun Miao at Mandarin Duck Islet. Yun Miao had apparently come close to bringing out the Nine True Immortal Hall's Mountain Suppressing Treasure. That would have been a fight for their lives, not a spar. Yet Chen Ping'an still had not stopped. Afterward, he had provoked the Shao Yuan Dynasty? He had fought Jiang Longxiang not far away in town, and, just