Face-Slapping

Chu Yun looked disdainful, waving a hand. Li Quan, his eyes red, suddenly fell to the ground with a soft thud.

No one saw how Chu Yun had made his move.

It was only then that Li Quan realized anew that Chu Yun not only had an extraordinary status but was also among the top fighters in the Late Qi and Blood Stage.

But Li Quan still roared, "Chu Yun! If you dare to lay a finger on her today, just try it!"

Everyone's attention was drawn.

A hint of disdain, imperceptible to others, flickered across Chu Yun's lips. He said with feigned surprise, "Young Master Li, what do you mean? I merely felt an instant connection with Miss Feng and we spoke a few more words."

"No way, Brother Li, could it be that Miss Feng is your exclusive property?"

His words stunned Li Quan, who instinctively replied, "No, no, I... I feel for Yao..."

"Or perhaps, Brother Li thinks Miss Feng cannot speak to anyone?"

Chu Yun's face showed a strange expression, and a hint of pity could be seen in his eyes as he looked at Li Quan.

"Miss Feng, what do you say..."

The hand under Chu Yun's sleeve grasped Feng Yao's hand. Others couldn't see it, but Li Quan saw it clearly, his eyes widening in rage.

He wanted to speak but found himself inexplicably unable to, only letting out an angry growl.

"Brother Li seems a bit agitated. Let's have him go down and rest well."

Chu Yun said indifferently, retracting the hidden weapon under his sleeve. It was a special hidden weapon containing a drug that temporarily robbed people of their speech, very effective, especially in situations like this.

If others couldn't defeat him and couldn't speak, then everything was under his control.

Not far away, Zhang Maoxi saw everything clearly.

His face flushed slightly. He had been about to intervene but received a threatening look from Chu Yun.

What would Beichuan Wan do if she were here? Zhang Maoxi subconsciously turned to look at Beichuan Wan, who was far away and hadn't noticed the events unfolding here.

Hesitation appeared in Zhang Maoxi's eyes, and he finally chose to act.

"Chu..."

Just then, a loud voice echoed from outside.

"Zhenyuan Escort Agency, Jiang Yuan, has arrived uninvited. I hope Young Master Chu will forgive me!"

The words were a request for forgiveness, but the tone was devoid of any sincerity, filled instead with a chilling killing intent.

All attention shifted to the person slowly approaching in the distance.

He was tall and slender, with a handsome face and a stern demeanor, carrying a simple yet exquisite weapon case on his back as he walked step by step down the path.

Each step he took seemed to strike a chord in everyone's heart.

This was Qi and Blood Resonance!

A sign of reaching the peak of Qi and Blood. No! Such resonance indicated a foundation in Qi and Blood far more solid than that of ordinary people!

Jiang Yuan?

The one from Zhenyuan Escort Agency!

Upon hearing Jiang Yuan announce himself, everyone's mind conjured up tales of Jiang Yuan.

But... was he here to cause trouble now?

Was it because Eldest Young Master Chu hadn't invited him to the poetry gathering?

Chu Yun looked at the approaching Jiang Yuan, his face filled with surprise and uncertainty. Chu Yun had encountered Jiang Yuan before; his Qi and Blood were superficial, truly unworthy of the title of Young Escort Chief of Zhenyuan Escort Agency.

Although this person had made a stunning debut a month ago, Chu Yun didn't believe anyone could change that much in such a short period.

And now, it seemed...

Chu Yun could no longer see through Jiang Yuan.

"So it's Young Master Jiang. My apologies, it was my oversight that I forgot to invite you to the poetry gathering..." Chu Yun said with a hint of apology, but the sincerity was only a fraction.

Even though Jiang Yuan's strength exceeded his imagination, his own high status made Chu Yun very unaccustomed to apologizing to others.

"Poetry gathering? I, Jiang, do not compose poetry!" Jiang Yuan sneered. He casually glanced at everyone, but a blue light flashed subtly in his eyes.

None, none, none. Everything was normal. No one present had that peculiar abnormality, nor were there any strange special circumstances.

Breathing a sigh of relief, the blue light in Jiang Yuan's eyes vanished, and he continued forward.

Although there were many stories about transmigrators showing off with poetry, in this situation, reciting poetry himself would be too awkward.

Jiang Yuan walked step by step. It seemed slow, yet before anyone knew it, he had reached the pavilion. No one knew what movement technique Jiang Yuan practiced.

Jiang Yuan glanced at Chu Yun, the flustered Feng Yao beside him, Li Quan half-lying on the ground, and Zhang Maoxi staring blankly at him.

In his mind, he instantly pieced together most of what had just happened.

"Young Master Jiang..." A young master from a noble family beside Chu Yun was about to speak but was coldly interrupted by Jiang Yuan.

"Since when did it become acceptable for you to bully people from my Zhenyuan Escort Agency!" A dangerous glint appeared in Jiang Yuan's eyes. He gently cracked his knuckles, the crisp sound echoing.

He had initially intended to keep a low profile, but now it seemed there was no need to give Chu Yun any face.

Chu Yun's smile vanished as he saw Jiang Yuan approaching with ill intent. He abruptly closed the jade fan in his hand and said calmly, "Young Master Jiang, I'm giving you face, don't push your..."

Before Chu Yun could finish, a fist shadow suddenly magnified before his eyes. Jiang Yuan's footwork shifted slightly, and he was already in front of Chu Yun, leaning forward as if to fall into Chu Yun's arms.

Chu Yun's pupils contracted. Such speed! I don't even have time to react!

Jiang Yuan's movement technique! It's definitely extraordinary!

Furthermore, Chu Yun hadn't expected Jiang Yuan to attack directly. Everyone present was a person of status; who would so easily drop all pretense and attack?

A sharp pain spread across Chu Yun's face, and the world suddenly went dark. His balance shifted, and he was about to fall to the ground.

However, Chu Yun was strong, and he quickly regained his senses. With a slight twist, he landed on his feet.

"Jiang Yuan! You dare to hit my face! Die!" Chu Yun roared, his Qi and Blood surging outwards. The powerful energy forced everyone around to involuntarily retreat.

"Soul Seizing Spear!" Chu Yun reached out to the side, and a silver spear appeared in his hand. The spear was carved with dragons, phoenixes, and qilin, clearly no ordinary item.

As Chu Yun thrust the spear, a piercing sound echoed.

Chu Yun's strength was indeed not weak, but Jiang Yuan's punch was not only the perfected Ten Directions Fist, but also incorporated the mastery of the Savage Ox Fist. Chu Yun had fallen right into the trap.

Everything happened too quickly, from Jiang Yuan's surprise attack to Chu Yun's spear piercing the air.

Some people's faces changed drastically, and they prepared to intervene.

At that moment, a phoenix cry suddenly rang out from the center of the crowd.

It was a familiar sound. Wasn't this the Phoenix Cry Sword Technique that Beichuan Wan had used earlier?

Someone subconsciously looked toward Beichuan Wan's location, only to find that Beichuan Wan had just stepped forward and drawn her sword; she hadn't even begun to execute the sword technique.

Seeing the surrounding people looking at her, she paid no attention to their gazes. Instead, her eyes were filled with worry as she looked at Jiang Yuan, her movements not stopping.

Her silhouette flickered as she moved forward at full speed, wanting to help.

If it wasn't Beichuan Wan, then...

In the center of the scene, Jiang Yuan was now holding a sword as cold as autumn water.

The tip of the sword was precisely pressed against the tip of Chu Yun's Soul Seizing Spear.

This clash of titans stunned everyone.

Especially Jiang Yuan, who was on the defensive, managing to block Chu Yun's powerful, heavy blow. How profound must his swordsmanship be?

The spear was mighty, the sword light. Yet, Jiang Yuan had managed to block Chu Yun's attack in this manner.

"Chu Yun, I don't care what you are. First, you shouldn't have insulted my Zhenyuan Escort Agency's people!"

Jiang Yuan's sword flipped, and Chu Yun only felt his spear being pulled. Just as he tried to regain control of the spear, the force applied directly sent the spear flying.

"Second, you shouldn't take what isn't yours..." Jiang Yuan's sword, like a phoenix spreading its wings, was both magnificent and deadly as he thrust it towards Chu Yun's throat.

Of course, Jiang Yuan didn't intend to kill Chu Yun, only to intimidate him and deflate his arrogance.

Killing Chu Yun in public would truly be asking for big trouble.

But unexpectedly, a fierce wind rushed towards Jiang Yuan.

"Uncle Gong, save me!"

"Do not harm the young master!"

Two voices called out simultaneously. Jiang Yuan felt the immense power of the Exotic Bone in his sword, and his arm muscles bulged slightly as he prepared to resist the force.

Then, in the next second, his hand went numb.

Internal energy?

In his Third Life, Jiang Yuan had spent considerable time with three Hua Jin masters and had experienced the feeling of breaking through to Hua Jin in his First Life. He was no stranger to internal energy.

The scorching power of the Exotic Bone surged into his arm, burning away the internal energy that had already settled on his limb.

A Hua Jin master?

Jiang Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly as he felt the burning sensation on the back of his right hand, which had been present since he entered this place.

He reached out slightly toward a spot not far away.

A starlight suddenly flashed on the back of his hand. Two patterns flickered briefly, faintly appearing but not fully manifesting.

And in Jiang Yuan's hand, a spear appeared out of nowhere.

It was the Flood Dragon Spear.