Our Third Young Master Likes to Keep a Low Profile

Xiao Meng knew that killing Liu Xi would inevitably stir up a huge storm in Wutan City. Setting aside Liu Xi's status, the fact that he, the Xiao Clan's most notorious worthless trash, had suddenly gained the strength to instantly kill a six-star Dou Practitioner was enough to shake the entire city.

Moreover, Liu Xi was more than just a first-grade alchemist. His master was a third-grade alchemist. Who in Wutan City would dare offend someone like that?

However, Xiao Meng did not care. Never mind that Liu Xi's master was merely a third-grade alchemist—even if a Dou Emperor came, he would have to stand aside. If they pissed him off, he would pull out his AK-47 and go rat-a-tat-tat, wiping them all out.

In the end, Xiao Meng instructed Pain to throw Liu Xi's corpse and the still-living Jia Lie Ao out of the marketplace before continuing his stroll.

At that moment, everyone in the marketplace looked at him as though they were looking at the Grim Reaper. Their faces were filled with shock, and none dared approach him.

"Xiao Four, pass down the order. Inform every shop and stall that anything the Third Young Master takes a liking to is to be given to him for free, no matter how valuable it is. I, Pain, will pay for it."

After saying that, Pain muttered to himself, "The Third Young Master has finally come to the marketplace. How can we let him spend money?"

"Yes!"

Xiao Four accepted the order and quickly left with three or four others.

"Xiao Three, go notify those thieves and little hooligans. Tell them to disappear from the marketplace immediately, or they will bear the consequences themselves."

Pain said to himself, I'm doing this for their own good. If their eyes aren't sharp enough and they offend the Third Young Master, that brother from earlier will be their example.

Xiao Meng gladly accepted these little arrangements of Pain and the others. After making a round of the marketplace, he found four or five medicinal herbs he needed. Together with the two or three kinds he already had, he had now basically gathered all the ingredients needed to refine the Purple Fire Star Pill.

"Third Young Master, bad news! Jia Lie Ao's father, Jia Lie Bi, has come with a group of men to kill us!" Just as Xiao Meng was about to leave, Pain rushed over in a panic.

"Jia Lie Bi? The Gale Clan's patriarch?"

Xiao Meng was slightly taken aback, his brows knitting together. Did that old bastard get his head caught in a door? He's in such a hurry to die?

Pain's eyelids twitched. If Xiao Meng killed Jia Lie Bi... then would the Xiao Clan not become the sole ruling power in Wutan City from then on? As for the remaining Ouba Clan, they would have no choice but to submit.

At the thought of this, Pain actually felt a bit of anticipation. He hoped Xiao Meng would kill Jia Lie Bi. That way, their status would rise with the tide as well.

Just then, the crowd suddenly erupted into chaos, as though some prehistoric beast were charging in from afar. Everyone retreated to both sides in panic.

As the crowd parted, a powerful Dou Qi spread in from the distance.

Xiao Meng looked up and saw a tall, sallow-faced middle-aged man charging over menacingly with more than a dozen people.

Xiao Meng recognized him. He was the Gale Clan's patriarch, Jia Lie Ao's father, Jia Lie Bi.

"Brat of the Xiao Clan, you injured my son and murdered Alchemist Liu. Today, you will repay this with your life!" Jia Lie Bi's furious roar exploded across the street like thunder, brimming with murderous intent.

In the blink of an eye, the group came to a sudden stop twenty or thirty meters away. Terrifying Dou Qi swept out like ocean waves, blasting apart the surrounding goods and stalls.

"Old bastard, I don't feel like killing anyone today. I advise you to get lost while you still can. Otherwise, I'll make sure every last one of you dies here," Xiao Meng said coldly.

The moment those words came out, everyone froze before an uproar rang out all around them.

Setting everyone else aside, Jia Lie Bi alone was a Grand Dou Master and one of Wutan City's three strongest experts. That was enough to intimidate an entire region. Yet this fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boy had actually declared that he would make them all die here?

Just how arrogant and full of hot air did he have to be to dare say something like that?

Jia Lie Bi was stunned as well. He stared blankly at Xiao Meng. He had seen plenty of arrogant people in his life, but this was the first time he had encountered someone this arrogant.

"Damn it, you bunch of idiots! Do you really think our Third Young Master is just bragging?"

Pain said disdainfully. Never mind that Jia Lie Bi was merely a five-star Grand Dou Master—even if a Dou Spirit came, the Third Young Master could kill him in minutes, as easily as crushing a chick.

"You narrow-minded frogs at the bottom of a well! It's only because our Third Young Master likes to keep a low profile and hates showing off. Otherwise, what the hell would a puny Gale Clan count for? Even the Cloudmist Sect could be wiped out by the Third Young Master with a flick of his finger!"

"Hmph! Who cares whether it's a Dou Practitioner, Grand Dou Master, or Dou Emperor? Anyone who dares cause trouble on the Xiao Clan's turf can be wiped out by our Third Young Master!"

"Stop, stop! All of you, stop right now!"

Xiao Meng could not take it anymore and hurriedly shouted for them to stop. If he kept listening to these bastards flatter him, he would lose all sense of direction and charge off alone to attack the Soul Clan.

Instantly killing a Dou Spirit? Destroying the Cloudmist Sect with a flick of his finger? Wiping out Dou Practitioners, Grand Dou Masters, and Dou Emperors alike?

Listen to that—were those even human words?

Did they really take him for a god?

Xiao Meng broke out in a cold sweat. He had not known he was supposedly this powerful.

But this bragging was downright terrifying.

And the one it terrified was himself.

"Stop muttering. Someone might hear you. Our Third Young Master likes to keep a low profile," Pain said quietly.

Hearing that, Xiao Meng truly wanted to cry. These people had completely misunderstood him.

It was not that he liked keeping a low profile. He simply could not afford to be high-profile.

He had swallowed his anger for eight years because the system had forced him to. As for why he had not let the Xiao Clan spread word of how he beat up Nalan Yanran, it was because he was not confident he could destroy the Cloudmist Sect.

After all, the Cloudmist Sect was not merely home to two Dou Emperors. He had an AK-47 that could kill a Dou Emperor, but he only had three bullets capable of fighting one. And with his current strength—

One shot would cripple one of his arms.

Besides, a tree that stood out in the forest was the first to be toppled by the wind. If the Cloudmist Sect became wary of him, would they not risk everything to kill him?

"All of you, move farther away," Xiao Meng said. He did not want to hear those bastards talk anymore; he was afraid he would not be able to stop himself from getting carried away.

"Hurry up and retreat! The Third Young Master is about to unleash his might and kill Jia Lie Bi. Our cultivation is too weak. Even a trace of the aura leaking from the Third Young Master's body could crush us into pulp!"

Pain hurriedly led the group back. Shock was written across their faces, but excitement filled them even more. They eagerly awaited Xiao Meng's kingly aura erupting.

"Damn it... who are these people? I don't even know them. Were they talking about me just now? Am I really that powerful?" Xiao Meng's heart convulsed violently, and his entire body trembled.

They spoke as if it were all true. Were they trying to hype him into becoming a Dou Emperor?

Xiao Meng felt that coming to the marketplace today had been a grave mistake. He regretted it so much his intestines had turned green.

After running into such a bizarre bunch, it was impossible for him not to get carried away.

He really wanted to come clean to everyone present: he was actually just a weakling and nowhere near as powerful as they claimed.

"Jia Lie Bi, I'm giving you a chance to live. Leave immediately, or I'll make your Gale Clan a thing of the past," Xiao Meng sighed inwardly, then looked up at Jia Lie Bi and spoke calmly.

Though he truly did not want to kill Jia Lie Bi in public, since that could bring him all kinds of trouble and perhaps even a life-or-death crisis.

Because if he killed Jia Lie Bi today, it would definitely shake the entire Jia Ma Empire. What attitude would the Cloudmist Sect, which had a three-year agreement with Xiao Yan, take then? That was hard to say.

Most importantly, Yun Shan might already be colluding with the Soul Clan. That meant the two sides were destined to be irreconcilable.

But he did not want to appear weak, either.

"Boy, I must admit that when it comes to arrogance, no one in this world can compare to you."

Jia Lie Bi's face darkened as he slowly advanced, icy killing intent filling his eyes. "Today, I will make you die here."

Whoosh!

Before his words had even faded, Jia Lie Bi shot toward Xiao Meng like a streak of green lightning, sharp wind-rending force whistling through the air.

"Since you insist on courting death, I'll grant your wish." Xiao Meng's expression sank. With a thought, the AK-47 instantly fused with his arm.

"Die..."