This bastard!

"Pain?"

Yan Wushuang looked sheepish and quit while he was ahead. "How could it hurt? I have a Sacred Body!"

"Even if I cut down a few more people who provoke you, it still wouldn't hurt!"

As he spoke, Yan Wushuang abruptly turned, sweeping his gaze over everyone around him as his aura surged.

His vast blood energy shot straight into the heavens, like countless golden dragons taking flight.

He looked ready to strike at the slightest disagreement.

The sight made everyone's eyelids twitch.

Had this fellow really lost his mind? Was he still looking for a fight?

Even Li Qingyue's eyes widened slightly. Has this fellow been kicked in the head by a donkey?

I only rubbed him a few times. Surely that didn't rub his brains out?

"Everyone, my younger brother has perished, so I cannot stay long. Farewell!"

Tuoba Xiong's eyelids twitched wildly. He hurriedly spoke, then turned before anyone could respond, looking ready to flee.

They were all people with Sacred Bodies or members of great families. When the younger generation competed, their elders rarely intervened.

It was both a trial by fire and a process of selection.

Families never lacked geniuses.

Only those without powerful backing who provoked members of Holy Lands or great families would be suppressed by every means possible, or even hunted down.

In the eyes of the major powers, how could such people possibly deserve to set foot on the Emperor's Path?

"Stop!"

Yan Wushuang suddenly shouted, fixing Tuoba Xiong with a forceful, domineering stare. "You think you can just leave?"

Tuoba Xiong trembled and glanced around, but no one spoke up.

"What more do you want?"

Fierce in appearance but fainthearted within, Tuoba Xiong snapped, "Don't go too far!"

"Too far?"

Yan Wushuang glanced at Li Qingyue. "Tuoba Ye humiliated me in public. Was I wrong to cut him down?"

Tuoba Xiong said nothing, but his eyes burned with hatred as he stared at Yan Wushuang.

Everyone else was unusually silent as well.

Not a single person spoke.

"I may have vented my anger, but he upset my Qingyue. How are we going to settle that?"

Yan Wushuang's aura grew even more forceful.

Since he had already exposed most of his strength, he stopped concealing it. He became exceptionally domineering, utterly fearless.

Everyone's lips twitched in unison at those words.

Which idiot had just upset Fairy Qingyue in front of everyone? And now he had learned to shift the blame?

He was far too brazen about it.

Even Yang Wuzheng instinctively pressed a hand to his forehead.

Li Qingyue's eyes widened at once. Only now did she realize that Yan Wushuang was not foolish at all.

He was even rather black-hearted.

The sort of black-hearted fellow who would shine for you if you gave him the slightest light!

Why is he so hopelessly stupid around me?

Li Qingyue cursed inwardly. This bastard acted as though he had no brain whenever he was around her. It was infuriating.

"You..."

Tuoba Xiong's eyes bulged. He had never seen anyone so shameless.

Yet now, with his strength inferior to Yan Wushuang's, he hardly dared entertain any thought of resistance.

Even in front of all the major powers.

"What do you want?"

Tuoba Xiong forcibly suppressed his fury, his face livid.

"For upsetting my Fairy Qingyue, you should at least compensate her with a few hundred thousand jin of source stone, shouldn't you?"

The moment Yan Wushuang said this, everyone in the manor was stunned.

They stared at him, dumbstruck.

This fellow really was black-hearted.

None of them could produce hundreds of thousands of jin of source stone.

Even the mines of the great families and Holy Lands would not yield a surplus of hundreds of thousands of jin of source stone in a year.

Yang Wuzheng was utterly speechless.

Even Li Qingyue was dumbfounded. This bastard really was ruthlessly greedy.

The Holy Land fairies who had been jealous of Li Qingyue now wore twisted expressions.

As members of Holy Lands and great families, they might not obtain even a hundred thousand jin of source stone in ten years.

They had to fight for everything they wanted themselves.

Yet now, to vent that mortal woman's anger, the man with the Sacred Body had casually demanded hundreds of thousands of jin of source stone.

Comparing themselves to others really could infuriate them to death.

They were fairies and holy maidens of Holy Lands and great families, yet they could not even compare to a mortal now.

"You!"

Tuoba Xiong shook with rage, but forcibly swallowed it. "That's impossible!"

"Even if you kill me, it's impossible!"

Great families had many geniuses.

He had only distinguished himself within his family thanks to his younger brother, who possessed an Ancient Emperor Inheritance.

Now that his brother had perished, his status would plummet.

"Then there's no need for you to leave today. Your brother must be very lonely!"

Yan Wushuang's words were forceful and domineering, leaving seemingly no room for negotiation.

Especially now that he had revealed his strength, he was utterly fearless.

Seeing Yan Wushuang like this genuinely moved Li Qingyue. He was pressing someone this hard for her sake.

"It's fine. After killing Tuoba Ye, reconciliation with the Tuoba Family is impossible anyway. Let him do as he likes!"

Noticing the worry on Li Qingyue's face, Yang Wuzheng sent her a voice transmission.

Tuoba Ye possessed an Ancient Emperor Inheritance. He was surely a promising seed the Tuoba Family had focused on nurturing.

Even though great families never placed all their hopes in one basket, reconciliation was still impossible.

After all, he was a talent they had raised with their family's resources.

Hearing this, Li Qingyue fell briefly silent.

"You!"

Tuoba Xiong gritted his teeth in hatred. Beneath his sleeves, his hands clenched so tightly that blood seemed to seep out.

Then he took another deep breath, raised a hand, and took out a storage Spirit Weapon, tossing it to Yan Wushuang.

He then walked out of the manor without looking back.

Seeing this, the members of the other Northern Plains families also left in an orderly fashion.

Ever since this man with the Sacred Body had gotten himself a woman, his brain had stopped working properly. If he suddenly decided he disliked the look of them, a bitter fight would be unavoidable.

They had no desire to fight him.

At least, this was not yet the time for a fight.

"At least he knows what's good for him!"

Catching the storage Spirit Weapon tossed his way, Yan Wushuang muttered quietly.

If Tuoba Xiong had stubbornly held out to the end, a savage beating would have been unavoidable.

He would even have personally searched Tuoba Xiong's Bitter Sea and Dao Palace Divine Treasures.

Since he had already offended him, there was no reason to show mercy.

Then Yan Wushuang turned, came to Li Qingyue's side, and offered her the storage Spirit Weapon with a goofy smile. "This is for you. You're not angry anymore, right?"

Li Qingyue's lips trembled slightly. How was this bastard stupid?

Everyone else was dumbfounded too. He could actually do that?

"I'm a mortal. I can't use it!"

Looking at the magical artifact shaped like a clay pot, Li Qingyue answered softly.

Yan Wushuang had done all the offending, while she would simply reap the rewards. That did not feel quite right.

Although she truly wanted it, she still forcibly suppressed her greed.

An innocent person became guilty merely by possessing a precious jade-such things were all too common in this world.

Besides, she had already caused plenty of trouble.

"It's fine. Offer it a little blood, and you can use it with your thoughts!"

Yan Wushuang firmly placed the clay-pot-shaped Spirit Weapon in Li Qingyue's palm.

Such Spirit Weapons were common. Aside from requiring extraordinary materials, they could be forged simply by inscribing some Dao Patterns related to the void.

Tempering them with the Divine Power of the Bitter Sea also worked. After all, that Divine Power was nurtured within the Bitter Sea Grotto-Heaven.

It inherently possessed all manner of wondrous properties and abilities.

"Thank you!"

Li Qingyue tightly held the clay pot artifact, which was the size of a baby's fist, and thanked him softly.

This fellow might be a bit of a bastard, but he certainly knew how to give gifts!

At the sight, many people fell silent.

The fairies and holy maidens of the Holy Lands clenched their fists, their faces twisting.

Though the clay pot artifact looked small, it possessed the power of the void. Its internal space could not be small.

There should still have been tens of thousands of jin of source stone inside.

Tens of thousands of jin of source stone was an amount even some small grotto-heavens and blessed lands would struggle to produce.

Seeing Li Qingyue's expression soften, Yan Wushuang blinked.

Looking somewhat sheepish, he said, "Actually, you look prettier when you're fierce!"

Yang Wuzheng instinctively turned his head away, unable to bear watching.

Everyone else stared at Yan Wushuang in shock.

Li Qingyue abruptly raised her head and stared blankly at Yan Wushuang. For the first time, she swore inwardly.

Fuck! Is this bastard a masochist?

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