Not Failing the Young Head

The sound of the door being shoved open was loud, and brutally rough.

Everyone in the private room frowned.

This was Gathering Immortals Pavilion, the finest restaurant in Guangling City!

Who had the nerve to barge in without so much as a greeting?

Utterly outrageous!

On instinct, everyone looked over.

When they saw what the newcomer looked like, everyone present, including Wen Lingxue and Nie Teng, had a slight change of expression.

Why was this guy here?

"I heard Lingxue was celebrating her birthday here, so I came uninvited, hahaha. I didn't scare you all, did I?"

The newcomer was a youth in ornate robes, his long hair hanging loose. He was handsome, reeked strongly of alcohol, and wore a wanton, flamboyant smile.

Huang Qianjun!

A direct-line descendant of the Huang Family, one of Guangling City's Three Great Clans. His father was the Huang Family's current patriarch, Huang Yunchong.

Huang Qianjun was arrogant, reckless, fierce, and combative. Though he was only seventeen, his record was already stained black with misdeeds; no one knew how many things he had done that provoked the wrath of heaven and the resentment of men.

But with his father protecting him, he was still living perfectly well even now, and that only fed his overbearing flames of arrogance all the more.

When they recognized the newcomer as Huang Qianjun, the girls in the private room who had originally been angry all fell silent as cicadas in winter, a flicker of panic crossing their pretty faces.

They had heard of this silkpants' evil reputation long ago.

Even Wen Lingxue and Nie Teng knitted their brows tightly, their expressions grave.

In the eyes of great-clan descendants like them, Huang Qianjun was a vicious thug who ran rampant without restraint, savage and tyrannical beyond measure. No one was willing to associate with him; they only feared they could not avoid him fast enough.

The atmosphere in the private room became extremely stifling all at once.

Only Su Yi remained as calm as ever. He did not know Huang Qianjun, but he could still tell that Wen Lingxue and the others had tensed up, their emotions faintly flustered.

They were clearly extremely wary of this arrogant youth who had suddenly barged in.

"What does my birthday have to do with you? You'd best get out right now!" After taking a deep breath, Wen Lingxue spoke coldly, her pretty face frosty, making no attempt to hide her rejection and disgust.

Yet Huang Qianjun did not care in the slightest. His gaze raked Wen Lingxue up and down without restraint, and he said with a chuckle:

"Tsk. As expected of Wen Lingzhao's younger sister. First-rate beauty. Only a beauty like this is worthy of me."

"You..."

Wen Lingxue's pretty face flushed red, anger surging in her eyes.

"Look, all of you. A beauty is a beauty; even when she's angry, she's stunning. Tell me, if I married her and brought her home, the old man would definitely be very satisfied too, right?"

Huang Qianjun laughed wantonly.

Behind him stood a group of guards as well, all laughing with ambiguous expressions.

The girls seated there all showed fear on their faces and instinctively looked toward Nie Teng, pinning their hopes on this legitimate son of the City Lord's Mansion Guard Commander.

Nie Teng drew in a secret breath, knowing he had to stand up at a time like this. Otherwise, he feared he would never be able to raise his head as a person again.

"Young Master Huang, this is Gathering Immortals Pavilion. Please show some respect. If harmony is damaged, it won't be good for anyone," said Nie Teng, bracing himself and feigning composure.

The smiling expression Huang Qianjun had been wearing suddenly sank. A violent, savage air burst from his eyes. "What the hell do you think you are, daring to lecture me?"

Nie Teng's expression instantly turned ugly, flickering between blue and white.

This scene made Su Yi realize that even Nie Teng harbored enormous fear toward this overbearing youth.

"Young Master, this one is the son of Nie Beihu, the City Lord's Mansion Guard Commander. The patriarch does have some ties of friendship with Nie Beihu."

One guard reminded him with a grin, "However, how this matter should be handled is entirely up to you."

Huang Qianjun gave a drawn-out "ohhh," then suddenly said with a beaming smile, "Nie Teng, was it? I'll give you a chance. Disappear from my sight right now. Otherwise, I don't mind beating you up and throwing you onto the street outside Gathering Immortals Pavilion like a dead dog."

His face was full of smiles, but his words were incomparably chilling, filled with hostility. "At that point, I'm afraid you'll become the laughingstock of all Guangling City, your face swept across the floor, never able to lift your head again!"

Nie Teng's entire body stiffened. His hands quietly clenched tight, his knuckles turning white, blue veins bulging on the backs of his hands. An indescribable mix of humiliation and fury filled his heart.

Seeing this, the girls seated there turned deathly pale, growing even more panicked and helpless.

In the entire private room, in terms of status and position, not one of them could compare to Nie Teng. Seeing that even him stepping forward was useless, how could they not panic?

Just then, Wen Lingxue said icily, "Huang Qianjun, what exactly do you want?"

Huang Qianjun clapped his hands and laughed, his eyes burning hot as he stared at Wen Lingxue, saying:

"Good question! Let me put it this way. In a while, I'll have my old man go to your Wen Family to propose marriage. From now on, we'll be one family!"

The guards beside him all started jeering one after another:

"Young Master has excellent taste!"

"Everyone, look closely. That girl is our young madam now!"

"Then we should congratulate Young Master in advance, hahaha."

Wen Lingxue was both ashamed and furious. Her almond eyes flew wide, and she gritted her teeth. "Ridiculous. I, Wen Lingxue, would rather die than marry a villain like you!"

Su Yi quietly rose to his feet, a trace of coldness flashing deep within his originally indifferent eyes.

He stood there silently, his gaze detached.

If this were the Great Wilderness Nine Provinces, anyone familiar with Su Xuanjun would know: the more detached Su Xuanjun's gaze was, the calmer his expression became, the stronger the killing intent in his heart!

"You shouldn't speak in such absolutes. Your elder sister Wen Lingzhao was so dazzling, yet in the end, didn't she still have to marry a cripple like him?"

As Huang Qianjun spoke to the end, he raised a hand and pointed at Su Yi, his expression full of contempt and disdain. "I may be domineering, but even I know that clan marriage alliances have never been decided by juniors like you and me!"

After a pause, he laughed again, his tone flamboyant and arrogant. "Wen Lingxue, I advise you to prepare yourself. Within a month, my Huang Family will absolutely make your Wen Family agree to marry you to me!"

All at once, Wen Lingxue's pretty face turned deathly pale, and her delicate body trembled slightly.

Huang Qianjun's words had stabbed into her heart!

Back then, her elder sister had resisted that marriage so fiercely, and even her parents had opposed it with all their might, but in the end, they still could not go against the Old Madam's will, and she was ultimately joined together with Brother-in-law.

Such a fact left Wen Lingxue no choice but to worry: if Huang Qianjun truly came to propose marriage, would the Wen Family treat her the same way?

At the thought, Wen Lingxue nearly bit through her lips. Her heart was panicked, and her eyes turned lost. In the future... was she going to marry a notorious silkpants covered in misdeeds?

If that were the case, she might as well slit her throat and kill herself!

"Don't worry. Something like that won't happen to you."

A warm palm rested on Wen Lingxue's shoulder. She lifted her eyes and saw Su Yi's gentle, calm, handsome face.

"Brother-in-law..." Wen Lingxue, whose heart had been panicked and at a loss, seemed to have found a harbor from the storm. An indescribable warmth welled up inside her, and her voice faintly carried a trace of sobbing.

"This gathering has already lost all interest. I'll take you home, all right?"

Su Yi said softly.

"Mm!"

Wen Lingxue nodded subconsciously, but immediately revealed a worried look. "Brother-in-law... they..."

"Don't worry. Leave it to me."

Su Yi patted her shoulder, his voice gentle.

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Nie Teng and the other girls. "Are you leaving?"

Nie Teng and the others were all stunned, nearly dumbfounded.

Had this Su Yi gone mad?

Didn't he see that this silkpants Huang Qianjun and his guards were still blocking the doorway?

Who could imagine that a live-in son-in-law who had lost all his cultivation and was mocked by everyone in Guangling City would actually dare say such words!?

"Ha, what did you just say? You're going to take them out of here?"

At this moment, Huang Qianjun dug at his ear and laughed in an exaggerated manner. "Su Yi, you're a cripple, yet the words you speak are actually even more arrogant than mine. Who... gave you the courage?"

Those guards also laughed until they could barely contain themselves, as if they had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Su Yi, stop making trouble, all right!!"

Nie Teng was somewhat enraged too, his face dark and ashen. He enunciated each word. "I'll settle this matter. You just stay where you are obediently! If you keep adding to the chaos, don't blame me for not looking after you!"

These words rang out forcefully, and the girls could not help but be moved. They only felt that at this moment, Nie Teng was full of the manly bearing of one who could prop up the heavens and stand firm on the earth!

By comparison, Su Yi's earlier performance... was truly too infuriating!

A cripple thought he could take them out of here with just his mouth?

Ridiculous!

"Since you're a youth, you naturally ought to have such hot blood. Only then do you not fail the young head upon your shoulders. In this moment, you have not let me look down on you."

Su Yi glanced at Nie Teng and nodded.

Nie Teng froze for a moment. This fellow's tone, why did it... why did it...

Before he could come back to himself, Huang Qianjun, who was blocking the doorway, revealed a look of impatience and abruptly waved his hand.

"Go. Take that cripple down for me, strip off his clothes, and hang him beneath the city gate. I want everyone in the city to see his ugly state!"

"Young Master, just watch!"

A guard who had long since been unable to hold himself back rushed out first.

"Brat, this lord will play with you!"

This guard's figure was robust and burly, his face full of savage flesh. Just standing there, he gave people an enormous sense of pressure. The surrounding young girls all paled, frightened by that vicious appearance.

Yang Sheng!

A capable guard under Huang Qianjun, with cultivation at the "Flesh Refining" stage of the Blood Moving Realm. His flesh and skin were like steel and iron, his strength like a wild ox, and he was proficient in the "Great Stele Breaking Hand."

Whenever he moved, tendons tore and bones snapped; if one did not die, one was left crippled.

As he spoke, he suddenly chopped and smashed out with his palm, its force like a falling stele, the palm wind violent. If this landed solidly, Su Yi would absolutely be severely injured and left on the ground.

"Brother-in-law, dodge!"

Wen Lingxue cried out in alarm, her pretty face draining of color. From where she stood, there was no time for her to stop it.

"Don't panic. Trash like this who refines strength but not qi is nothing but an embroidered pillow."

Amid that calm voice, Su Yi's lean, upright figure moved.

He stepped forward, moving like a goshawk striking a hare. With one hand, he seized Yang Sheng's pulse gate with pinpoint accuracy, then power surged through his arm.

His wrist flicked.

Yang Sheng's burly, muscular body staggered, the flesh on him rippling like rolling bedsheets. All his strength was crushed by the force of that "flick" like a hot knife through butter.

The Flicking Force was like a collapse!

This was a strength-exertion technique that bordered on the miraculous.

When cultivated to its deepest level, once an enemy was struck, the blood and flesh, skeleton, and internal organs throughout their body could all be "flicked" to powder!

Right now, though Yang Sheng would not die violently on the spot, his inner organs had already suffered severe damage.

Immediately after, Su Yi kicked out.

Bang!

Under everyone's incredulous gazes, Yang Sheng's body flew through the air and smashed with a boom into the wall on one side of the private room.

His whole body convulsed violently like chaff in a sieve, blood streaming from all seven orifices.

Everyone at the table was shocked.