Wait A Little Longer!

Chapter 50: Wait a Little Longer!

Cui Residence.

"You're saying that Qin Yu, at the Martial Realm Sixth Level, could fight you to a standstill? And that he grew stronger the more he fought?" Wang Ping sat in the Cui family's living room, asking in surprise.

"Yes, you don't know, he was covered in blood and gore, but I noticed his strength would multiply with every serious injury he sustained," Cui Shuo said, still feeling a lingering fear as he recalled the scene. It was that encounter that truly terrified Cui Shuo of Qin Yu, making him even more worried about the life-or-death battle in a few days.

Wang Ping's thick eyebrows furrowed as he fell into thought. Growing stronger with more severe injuries was something he had never even heard of.

"Could it be that he possesses some powerful combat technique? The more injured he is, the stronger he becomes. If I could obtain it... my strength would surely double." Wang Ping's eyes narrowed, a flicker of heat passing through them.

Although Wang Ping was the grandson of the Heavenly Fire Sect's Third Elder, he was not arrogant or ignorant. The higher his status, the more he understood how vast the world was. The Heavenly Fire Sect, placed within the Azure Lotus Heavenly Domain, probably wouldn't even be considered a first-rate sect. It was precisely because he recognized this point that Wang Ping's ambition grew even larger. His goal was never the eastern part of the Azure Lotus Heavenly Domain, but the entire Azure Lotus Heavenly Domain, and even the Trapped Dragon Star!

"Tell me in detail about your fight with him back then," Wang Ping said in a low voice.

Cui Shuo nodded and began to recount the details of his past battle with Qin Yu.

After he finished speaking, Wang Ping remained silent for a long time, his gaze flickering as he seemed lost in thought. After a while, Wang Ping picked up his teacup and took a sip. "Do you know his whereabouts now?"

"My grandfather has been searching for him for the past few months without any results. He must have gone into seclusion. So... I'm worried... about the battle in a few days." Cui Shuo glanced at Wang Ping and said in a low voice. He was secretly pleased; from Wang Ping's expression, Cui Shuo sensed that Wang Ping had become interested in Qin Yu.

"What's your confidence level?" Wang Ping looked at Cui Shuo and asked slowly.

"I'm worried his strength might have undergone a transformation in these past five months. Back then, he only took less than a month to go from an ordinary person to the Martial Realm Sixth Level. And these five months... I suspect he might have reached the early stage of Gang Qi, or at worst, the Ninth Level of the Martial Realm..." Cui Shuo's words were interrupted before he could finish.

"Wait, you said less than a month? He went from an ordinary person to the Martial Realm Sixth Level?" Wang Ping's eyes widened in shock.

Going from an ordinary person to the Martial Realm Sixth Level in less than a month was almost impossible. Back then, he himself had taken a full year to reach the Martial Realm Sixth Level from being an ordinary person.

"It's absolutely true! My two cousins can verify it, and my grandfather has also investigated," Cui Shuo said solemnly, his brow furrowed with deeper worry.

Wang Ping toyed with the teacup in his hand, his mind racing. In the end, he concluded that Qin Yu must have obtained a significant fortuitous encounter, and the ability to grow stronger with injuries was definitely a part of it, likely some kind of powerful combat technique.

Seeing Wang Ping lost in thought, Cui Shuo breathed a sigh of relief and didn't disturb him. The reason he had called Wang Ping to Tianwu Main City was primarily to borrow his Earth Fire. To get Wang Ping to agree, he had steered the conversation towards Qin Yu. As long as Wang Ping was tempted, he wouldn't worry about not being able to borrow the Earth Fire.

"Didn't you obtain a rather good Spirit Artifact? Coupled with the Body Burst Pill, you should have a chance to defeat that Qin Yu, right?" After a long period of contemplation, Wang Ping said calmly.

"If I can't kill him in one strike, my confidence is less than fifty percent. After all, his combat technique is too terrifying. However... if I had a strand of Earth Fire, my chances of victory might be greater." Cui Shuo shook his head, glanced at Wang Ping, and quickly averted his gaze.

Wang Ping's eyebrows shot up, and he stared coldly at Cui Shuo. "Are you implying you want me to lend you the Swamp Fire?" This Swamp Fire was something Wang Ping had painstakingly obtained, and it was his lifeline. How could he be willing to lend it out? Moreover... if that Qin Yu died, how would he obtain that combat technique from him?

"Senior Brother's Swamp Fire contains poison, doesn't it?" Cui Shuo suppressed his inner panic and asked.

Wang Ping's eyes narrowed. After all this, Cui Shuo dared to set his sights on his Swamp Fire! However, Cui Shuo's question made Wang Ping's mind stir. He said calmly, "Continue."

"If Senior Brother lends me the Swamp Fire, I can defeat Qin Yu with it. But I won't kill him... and the Swamp Fire is highly poisonous. Once he comes into contact with it... he will be poisoned..." Cui Shuo's words stopped abruptly, leaving Wang Ping time to ponder.

Wang Ping's heart stirred. If Qin Yu came into contact with the Swamp Fire, his life and death would be in his hands. At that time... he wouldn't be afraid to force out his combat technique. Thinking this, Wang Ping stared coldly at Cui Shuo and was about to speak when he heard Cui Shuo say, "Senior Brother, this is not Cui Shuo trying to scheme against you, but only your Swamp Fire can save me. If Senior Brother agrees, this is a small token of Cui Shuo's sincerity." With that, Cui Shuo took out a Void Storage Ring and handed it to Wang Ping.

After receiving the Void Storage Ring, Wang Ping scanned it with his divine sense, his eyes narrowing. He unhurriedly put away the Void Storage Ring and said coldly, "I can lend it to you this time, but don't expect it again. Remember, I want him alive!" With that, Wang Ping got up and left.

Cui Shuo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, a look of pleasant surprise appearing on his face. With the Swamp Fire, Qin Yu was surely doomed.

"Well done! Little Shuo, you must remember, no matter who it is... they can't escape the word 'profit'! After this, I hope you will cultivate well in the Heavenly Fire Sect. Oh, and tomorrow, at the banquet hosted by Yi Zhantian of the Tianlong Ancient Sect, bring your cousin Qin Feng along. No matter what, he is your cousin, take him to broaden his horizons. It will be beneficial for him to enter an Immortal Sect in the future," Cui Hong said with approval as he walked in from the back door.

"Yes, Grandfather!" Cui Shuo hesitated for a moment. He truly looked down on Qin Feng, but he couldn't refuse, so he could only nod.

Watching Cui Shuo leave, Cui Hong sat down, stared at the doorway, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly spoke, "A Yong."

At this moment, a burly figure walked into the living room from the back door. This was Qin Yong, but compared to the majestic Centurion he once was, Qin Yong's face was now sinister, and his right hand was empty. His right arm had been severed by Zi Xun'er, which had drastically changed his temperament.

"I've already made arrangements for Xiao Feng's matter. As for the Immortal Sect, I will also start making arrangements. You can go there to hone your skills with peace of mind," Cui Hong said slowly, looking at Qin Yong.

"Thank you, Great General!" Qin Yong knelt on one knee, his voice low.

The next day.

Along the main road leading to the imperial palace, cultivators and commoners had already gathered, all watching the young cultivators walking on the road, holding gilded invitation cards, their faces filled with envy and awe.

Today, Qin Feng was dressed in a luxurious brocade scholar's robe, following closely behind Cui Shuo on the main road. He particularly enjoyed the gazes of the cultivators and commoners on both sides of the road, even slowing his pace considerably.

"What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and follow," Cui Shuo, walking ahead, glared fiercely at Qin Feng and said in a low voice.

Qin Feng gave a sheepish smile, revealing a mouthful of gold teeth, and quickly caught up with Cui Shuo.

Cui Shuo was very annoyed. He couldn't understand why his grandfather wanted this good-for-nothing Qin Feng to come. What young disciples could he possibly know? He would only embarrass Cui Shuo. But this time, his grandfather had spent a considerable sum for the matter of the Earth Fire, so Cui Shuo couldn't refuse and had to bring Qin Feng along.

"Remember what I told you earlier: watch less, speak less, eat less. Do you hear me?" Cui Shuo said in a low voice to Qin Feng as he glanced at Wang Ping and the others ahead.

Qin Feng nodded repeatedly, but his eyes darted around involuntarily. When he saw a graceful figure ahead, his eyes froze, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Cousin, look... isn't that Qin Xue? Does she also have an invitation?"

Cui Shuo looked up and saw Qin Xue ahead of their group, waiting in line to enter the imperial palace.

Looking at Qin Xue, a sinister glint flashed in Cui Shuo's eyes. It was because of Qin Xue that he had almost offended Zi Xun'er, which had terrified him for a while. He hadn't expected that Zi Xun'er had only pitied Qin Xue. This made Cui Shuo breathe a sigh of relief, and he also wanted to vent his anger. After a moment of thought, he said, "It must be that Thirteenth Princess. Cooperate with me properly later."

Qin Xue clutched her invitation card tightly, feeling restless as she waited. The reason she came this time was due to Long Yu's words yesterday: meeting more Immortal Sect disciples would be beneficial for both her and her brother. However, this was her first time attending a banquet for Immortal Sect disciples, making her exceptionally nervous and apprehensive.

When it was Qin Xue's turn, she took a deep breath, took out her invitation card, and was about to hand it to the middle-aged man verifying the invitations when a sharp voice rang out, "How does a mere merchant's daughter have the qualifications to attend this banquet? Is this invitation fake?"

Qin Xue, already nervous, panicked. The invitation card in her hand fell to the ground. The middle-aged man frowned, sized up Qin Xue for a moment, and then said sternly, "Where did you get this invitation?"

Qin Xue quickly picked up the invitation card, lowered her head, her pretty face flushed crimson. She stammered, "Th-this... this was given to me by Princess Long... Long Yu."

"Long Yu? Nonsense! This is a banquet for Immortal Sect disciples. What qualifications does a lowly merchant's daughter have to enter?" At this moment, Cui Shuo, standing behind, suddenly chimed in. After speaking, he glanced at Wang Ping in front and, seeing Wang Ping frowning as he looked at Qin Xue, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Aren't you going to scram?"

In the crowd, Qin Yu's face was terrifyingly grim. He stared at Cui Shuo, who was yelling at Qin Xue with a fierce expression, his eyes shooting out intense killing intent. Xiong Tatian, standing beside him, said, "Big Brother, why haven't we gone in yet? Who are we still waiting for here?"

Qin Yu's gaze fell on the trembling Qin Xue. His hands involuntarily clenched into fists, his teeth gritted, and he said hoarsely, "Wait, wait a little longer!"