Chapter Ninety-Two: All Present Are Mere Ants
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This time, they didn’t waste any time on the road, so when the group arrived once again at the South Mountain Pavilion in Qinghe Town, it was just around lunchtime.
Zhu Chunfu did not come along; he continued his solo journey of adventure.
The group entered the South Mountain Pavilion, just about to have a hearty meal—after all, the Nanshan Discourse Conference would begin tomorrow, and how could they not eat well and drink enough?
However, as soon as they stepped inside the tavern, they sensed an inexplicably heavy atmosphere. Qin Yi glanced around and noticed that everyone seated at the tables wore golden robes. Among them, a familiar face appeared—Wang Chang, whom they had briefly met at the South Mountain Pavilion recently.
Heh, it seemed the Wang family of Dongling had reserved the entire tavern today.
Qin Yi maintained a calm expression, walking straight inside under the watchful eyes of everyone without laughing or joking, and the people behind him followed suit.
The waiter looked troubled as he saw Qin Yi’s group enter decisively. Yet, knowing Qin Yi’s character, he dared not show any displeasure and instead greeted them with a sly smile, whispering, “Little Immortals, the first floor is fully booked today. I’ll take you to the second floor, where there’s a VIP area prepared especially for honored guests.”
Qin Yi smiled knowingly. Regardless of whether the second floor truly had a VIP section, he didn’t want to trouble the waiter. It’s better to spare others when possible.
But while Qin Yi was willing to be lenient, it seemed others were not so accommodating!
"Clang..."
The heavy sound of a wine pot smashing onto the floor suddenly rang out, followed by a displeased voice, “Waiter! Didn’t I say today this tavern is reserved by our Dongling Wang family? Why are you still serving these riffraff?”
The speaker was a golden-robed youth seated beside Wang Chang, resembling him somewhat but more robust in build than Wang Hong and the others. He had just thrown the wine pot down and was shaking a wine cup in his hand.
The waiter’s face was filled with distress—his worst fears were coming true.
Hearing this, Zhan Beihai immediately turned his head and shouted angrily, “Wang Sheng, who the hell did you call riffraff? Want to try my iron hammer?”
“Clang...”
Without hesitation, he revealed a menacing black iron hammer and slammed it heavily onto the tavern floor. The impact created a large crater, with cracks spreading out like a spider’s web, shocking everyone present.
The waiter winced, feeling the pain of the damage, but thinking of the noble bearing of this Little Immortal, he hoped to receive some compensation and thus relaxed slightly.
Wang Sheng downed the wine in his cup and sneered mockingly at the furious Zhan Beihai, “See? Just by shouting, I called them riffraff, didn’t I?”
“You’re damn suicidal! No need to wait until tomorrow; I’ll cripple you today!” Zhan Beihai’s eyes darkened as he swung the hammer, aiming to strike the insolent Wang Sheng.
Qin Yi raised a hand to stop him. He knew Zhan Beihai was no fool, just hot-tempered and disdainful of Wang Sheng. The disciples of the Xijiang Martial Hall were generally belligerent, but Qin Yi disliked starting trouble now. He feared Zhan Beihai might seriously injure someone unintentionally. Such matters were better settled tomorrow.
Seeing Qin Yi’s restraint, Zhan Beihai ceased advancing.
Qin Yi held back Zhan Beihai, glanced at the second floor, then at Wang Sheng, and smiled, “Now the riffraff are going up to the VIP rooms on the second floor. I wonder what will become of those left on the first floor.”
Wang Sheng’s expression finally darkened. He put down his cup and fixed Qin Yi with a glare, “You must be that Qin Yi, huh? How about we spar now, so you don’t get eliminated by others from the Dongling Wang family before you even meet me tomorrow?”
Qin Yi shook his head with a smile, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Wang Sheng smirked, “Could it be that the champion of this year’s Taiyi Mountain Alliance is scared? Your courage is quite lacking. I suppose your claim to the title is somewhat inflated!”
The Dongling Wang family’s men laughed loudly.
“Hahaha! That’s right, or how else could you have defeated our Ninth Prince of Dongling?”
“Yeah, maybe he teamed up with others to beat the Ninth Prince.”
“Taiyi Mountain will never be a match for our Dongling Wang family; otherwise, they wouldn’t resort to such underhanded tactics.”
“Hahaha...”
Qin Yi remained silent, watching coldly. When their laughter died down, he shrugged and said indifferently, “I just think that Ant is not even facing us. Even if we are riffraff, we are still better than Ant.”
“Bang...”
Wang Sheng slammed his hand on the table and shouted, “Who the hell did you call Ant? Say it again if you dare!”
Qin Yi raised his hand apologetically, “Sorry, sorry.”
Wang Sheng snorted coldly, thinking the champion of this Taiyi Mountain Alliance was nothing but a spineless fool. Surely, the others from the Dongling Wang family felt the same.
Then Qin Yi’s next words enraged them all.
He looked seriously at Wang Sheng and said, “I’m not just referring to you—I mean everyone present here are ants.”
The tavern instantly fell into complete silence.
“Cough...”
But the silence lasted only a moment before the sound of swords being drawn echoed throughout. The atmosphere inside grew as cold as an ice cellar.
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Qin Yi smiled calmly, “I advise you all not to act rashly. If you don’t believe me, ask your two princes. Jiang Yao is here.”
Hearing this, the Dongling Wang family’s men began looking around nervously, unsure what to do, but still did not sheath their drawn weapons.
Within the strict hierarchy of the Dongling Wang family, fleeing from battle meant death.
The waiter finally exhaled deeply, relieved that this Little Immortal was sensible.
At this moment, Wang Chang stood first and stared at Qin Yi, “I’ve long wanted to try the ultimate skill of Dongling Kingdom. Though tomorrow’s the chance, I fear you might be eliminated before we meet!”
Wang Sheng said, “Exactly, don’t think that just because you beat my Ninth Brother, our Dongling Wang family’s ‘Great Luo Scripture’ is inferior to your Eastling Kingdom’s Two-Sleeve Azure Dragon.”
“Is that so?” Qin Yi looked at both of them and suddenly smiled.
“Roar...”
In the next instant, a dragon’s roar filled the tavern. In the blink of an eye, two azure dragons emerged from between Qin Yi’s sleeves, and his form surged forward like a swift dragon, rushing toward Wang Chang and Wang Sheng.
Their faces changed drastically—there was no time to react but to retreat hastily.
“Bang...”
The large window on the tavern’s first floor shattered under the impact.
The waiter winced in pain but knew the Little Immortal was showing considerable restraint. Curious, he stepped outside, amazed by the display—he had only seen such celestial arts in books before. Though with the Nanshan Discourse Conference, he occasionally witnessed Little Immortals wielding immortal techniques, Qin Yi’s azure dragon attack was truly imposing.
“Hahaha, Brother Qin, you’re the one who’s impatient, not me,” Zhan Beihai laughed heartily, swinging his black iron hammer and charging outside, his gaze fierce like a beast.
“Bang...”
Outside the tavern, a blue light clashed fiercely with two golden lights. The sound of shattered floorboards rang out repeatedly, drawing the attention of cultivators in Qinghe Town preparing for tomorrow’s Nanshan Discourse Conference.
In an instant, people on the street and rooftops nearby gathered to watch.
“Tsk tsk! Those Dongling Wang family folks are always so arrogant, but that other guy looks really powerful!”
“You’re right! That must be Qin Yi.”
“Did you see his move? The momentum was incredible.”
“You don’t know anything! That’s the famous Two-Sleeve Azure Dragon.”
“Isn’t that the ultimate skill of the former Lingzhou overlord, Dongling Kingdom?”
“Exactly. So that guy should be Qin Yi, this year’s champion of Taiyi Mountain. He’s not only a disciple of Taiyi Mountain but also the crown prince of Dongling Kingdom. It’s no wonder he’s clashing with the Dongling Wang family.”
“I remember only three representatives from the Dongling Wang family came this time. Wang Yuncheng isn’t here, or Qin Yi wouldn’t be able to handle two opponents alone.”
“Clang...”
Amid the whispers, a thunderous sound erupted outside. Everyone turned to see a burly black-clothed youth wielding a black iron hammer, smashing it fiercely toward Wang Chang and Wang Sheng. Though they dodged skillfully, the shockwave forced them to retreat several steps.
“That black iron hammer! Damn, it’s the Martial Madman!”
“Zhan Beihai? Didn’t expect the Xijiang Martial Hall and Taiyi Mountain to team up. Looks like the Dongling Wang family won’t have it easy today.”
Zhan Beihai hoisted the black hammer on his shoulder, hands on hips, laughing at Wang Chang and Wang Sheng, “You fight like women. When it comes to combat, you’re no match for me.”
Qin Yi sighed, “Beihai, if you say that, doesn’t that make me a man who bullies women?”
Zhan Beihai glared at him, “You have the nerve to say that after stopping me but rushing in yourself?”
Qin Yi smiled wryly and looked at Wang Chang and Wang Sheng, “Alright, how about we settle this now and see who knocks out whom first?”
Zhan Beihai roared with laughter, “Bring it on! The Xijiang Martial Hall has never feared anyone.”
He was about to charge out when Qin Yi suddenly asked, “Wait, Beihai, what’s the name of your magic weapon? I’ve never heard you mention it.”
Zhan Beihai grinned, “It’s called Black Demon. How’s that for intimidating?”
Qin Yi laughed, “Intimidating, extremely intimidating.”
Wang Chang and Wang Sheng, seeing Qin Yi and Zhan Beihai bantering, felt irritated. How could they be so carefree before a fight? Did they take them for fools?
“Bang...”
Before they could speak, Zhan Beihai charged forward with Black Demon, smashing fiercely at Wang Sheng. The repeated pounding of the heavy hammer shattered the ground. Despite the weapon’s obvious weight, Zhan Beihai moved swiftly, proving his solid foundation in foundational cultivation. Unlike ordinary martial artists who only sense and nurture the world’s energy through their twelve main and eight extraordinary meridians, he had also trained his physique, resembling a body cultivator.
As expected, everyone from the Xijiang Martial Hall was like this—physically strong and resilient.
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“Roar...”
The Two-Sleeve Azure Dragon roared again. Qin Yi laughed, “Beihai, I’ve given you enough room. If you still lose to me, you might as well surrender now before we meet tomorrow!”
As he finished speaking, Qin Yi instantly transformed into a blue streak and charged at Wang Chang.
“Bang...”
Black Demon struck Wang Sheng again, pounding the ground fiercely. Zhan Beihai raised it once more, sneering, “If I weren’t so impatient, I wouldn’t need you to push me.”
“Roar...”
The azure dragon’s roar echoed as Qin Yi became a relentless attacking machine, never defending, his twin azure dragons constantly assaulting Wang Chang without showing any sign of fatigue, impressing the onlookers.
“Roar...”
The Two-Sleeve Azure Dragon roared once more. Qin Yi leapt into the air, left hand raised high, and a mighty azure dragon slammed down toward Wang Chang. Wang Chang’s eyes narrowed, and his Golden Great Luo Body emitted a dazzling golden radiance as he formed a cross-shaped shield with his hands, blocking the strike but forced to retreat a few steps. His expression was grave—Qin Yi was unexpectedly formidable. He seemed to have forgotten that he hadn’t fought his younger brother, the Ninth Prince, who was also known as the Chosen Son.
“Roar...”
The right-hand azure dragon roared. Qin Yi teased, “You’re not even as good as Wang Yuncheng.”
No sooner had he spoken than the right-hand dragon slammed fiercely toward Wang Chang’s unprotected left side. Wang Chang’s eyes sharpened as he tried to block, but he couldn’t free his hands. Helpless, he could only watch the snarling azure dragon rush toward his left side despite his panic.
Finally, the snarling azure dragon struck Wang Chang’s golden Great Luo Body.
“Bang...”
The sound of someone being heavily slammed to the ground echoed. Dust billowed, and deep cracks appeared near the impact site.
“Bang...”
At the same time, a heavy object struck the ground elsewhere. Zhan Beihai still wielded Black Demon, but half of the hammer was embedded into the bluestone pavement, with faint golden light flickering beneath.
The crowd gasped. Wang Sheng was thoroughly beaten.
Only Zhan Beihai looked toward Qin Yi with a helpless smirk, cursing him silently as a freak.
By then, the dust at Qin Yi’s spot settled. He stood there, spotless, near a human-shaped crater with dim golden light flickering from within.
The onlookers sighed in awe. They hadn’t expected the two Dongling Wang family representatives to be so decisively defeated by Qin Yi and Zhan Beihai.
“Awesome! That was some real skill—damn impressive.”
“The Two-Sleeve Azure Dragon is truly formidable, and that Black Demon hammer is no joke either.”
“...”
Cheers erupted all around. The Dongling Wang family was usually arrogant in both conduct and business, supported by powerful backers. Those present could only take this opportunity to gloat.
Zhan Beihai raised Black Demon and walked beside Qin Yi, laughing, “Brother Qin, you really are hiding your strength! If I face you tomorrow, I’ll have to admit defeat.”
Qin Yi couldn’t help but tease, “Stop pretending. I can see it in your eyes—you can’t wait to fight me right now!”
Zhan Beihai chuckled.
“Tap...”
At that moment, a rhythmic sound of footsteps echoed. Outside the tavern, the scattered spectators parted, making way for a path wide enough for four or five people.
Soon, a group of golden-robed figures appeared in unison.
When all the golden-robed figures had gathered, the Dongling Wang family, who had looked disheartened after Wang Chang and Wang Sheng’s defeat, suddenly regained confidence. They hurried to the spots where their two men had been embedded in the bluestone, pulling them out and supporting them back to the rest of their group.
Qin Yi smiled at the familiar arrival, “Wang Yuncheng, looks like your two older brothers aren’t as useful as you!”
Wang Yuncheng’s face was not good—after all, Qin Yi and Zhan Beihai had publicly embarrassed the Dongling Wang family today—but surprisingly, he didn’t argue. Instead, he glanced at Wang Chang and Wang Sheng and said, “It’s just as well. Otherwise, my two older brothers might have resented you for beating me. Thankfully, today you’ve shown them the gap; otherwise, tomorrow there might be no chance.”
Qin Yi frowned, “What do you mean?”
Wang Yuncheng didn’t answer. He turned and led the Dongling Wang family’s group away. When he was no longer visible, his voice came, “In a little while, you’ll understand what I mean.”
Qin Yi didn’t think much more and prepared to head back for more drinks. Whatever was to come could wait. Having fought, he was very hungry.