In the Grand Xia Empire, the various transcendent powers all sent their demon-level geniuses out to temper themselves. Jun Yu, after failing to find Qin Wentian and the others, left Grand Xia with unhappiness in his heart.
For a period of time, the vast Grand Xia Empire seemed to have regained a trace of peace. However, the undercurrents were still surging unceasingly. It was destined that things wouldn't be as peaceful as before. The various transcendent powers of Grand Xia were all working hard, wanting to stand tall in the face of the storm. This also determined the future of Grand Xia, plundering resources, swallowing up sects, and incessant wars.
The Grand Shang Empire had an even longer history compared to the Grand Xia Empire. Once, many of the territories of Grand Xia were under the control of the Grand Shang Empire. It was only after the Xia Emperor conquered Grand Xia that the Grand Shang Empire was able to stand on equal footing with the Grand Shang Empire. However, the territory of the Grand Shang Empire was still much vaster than the Grand Xia Empire.
And the difference between Grand Shang and Grand Xia was that other than having many terrifying transcendent powers, there was also the Royal Clan. The Royal Clan of Grand Shang was one of the most powerful transcendent powers in Grand Xia.
South central region of Grand Shang Empire, Luo City.
White clouds enveloped the land, the weather was cool and refreshing. In the air, there were many people soaring through the air or riding on flying demonic beasts.
At this moment, below the clouds, in a certain location, a young man and woman could be seen. Their appearances were exceptionally outstanding. The young man was incomparably demonic, his eyes shone like the stars in the night sky. In his hands, there was an old and tattered wine gourd that he would occasionally take a sip from. As for the young woman, she was like a snow lotus on a mountain of ice, so beautiful that it caused people to be breathless. However, the aura she exuded was so cold that no one dared to get close to her.
She simply stood there, like a beautiful statue. Below them was a demonic beast, a pegasus with white wings. The great roc was too conspicuous, hence Qin Wentian asked Little Rascal to transform into a pegasus.
"Qing 'er, do you want a sip?" Qin Wentian turned his head and passed the wine gourd over to Qing 'er. However, he only saw Qing' er silently glancing at him, before directly ignoring his words.
"Since the beauty doesn't respond, I can only drink alone." Qin Wentian shook his head with a wry smile and continued to drink. Along the way, apart from cultivating, he occasionally wanted to chat with Qing 'er. However, Qing' er was basically cold to him except for a rare moment when she would respond to him, which made Qin Wentian feel helpless.
This lass was just too cold. But if she wasn't like that, she wouldn't be Qing 'er.
"Squeak …" The little fellow's voice came. Qin Wentian spat out a mouthful of wine and cursed in a low voice, "You just drank a gourd of mine, and you want it again?"
"Yi yi." Little Rascal unceasingly nodded its head, causing Qin Wentian to have a bitter smile on his face. He rapped Little Rascal on its head, "Raise your head."
Little Rascal inclined its head and stared at the skies. Its movements were extremely fluid. Qin Wentian directly tipped the gourd over, and a moment later, the contents of the gourd flowed into Little Rascal's mouth. Little Rascal's face was flushed red, as though it was extremely satisfied. It lowered its head and let out a series of indistinct squeaks as it continued flying forward.
"You're drunk again!" Qin Wentian rolled his eyes and harshly rapped Little Rascal on its head. "You little drunkard, I don't even feel safe sitting on top of you when you're drunk. I wonder what the other fellow looks like when he's drunk. Cold? Does he blush?"
Behind Qin Wentian, Qing 'er's eyelashes flickered as she replied, "I won't drink."
After speaking, her silhouette flickered as she directly vanished from sight.
"Eh, it ran away again. You're still the most obedient." Qin Wentian mumbled as he rubbed Little Rascal's head. Evidently, Qin Wentian was already used to such a situation.
"I've finished the wine, I need to buy more."
Little Rascal seemed to understand his words and directly flew downwards, causing Qin Wentian to be speechless. Little Rascal was truly a little drunkard.
Little Rascal swooped downwards, there was an extraordinary place below. This place was built on the peak of an ancient mountain in the city, and the buildings all exuded an imposing aura.
"Get up, get up." Qin Wentian rapped Little Rascal on its head. This was clearly a major power in the city. If Little Rascal wanted to drink wine, it should at least look for an inn.
But very quickly, Qin Wentian was dumbfounded. A number of silhouettes soared up into the skies, directly standing in front of him. Their eyes were cold, and gleamed with sharpness.
Below, there was an old man with his hair tied up neatly. This old man had an extraordinary demeanor, and his entire body exuded a tyrannical aura. His cultivation base was actually at the fourth level of Heavenly Dipper.
Beside the old man, there was a young lady in the prime of her youth. Her figure was lithe, and her features were pure and innocent. She looked to be about twenty-two or twenty-three years old, and her cultivation base was actually at the peak of Yuanfu.
Around the two of them, there were several other experts. All of them had solemn expressions on their faces, as though they were preparing for battle. Their gazes were fixed on Qin Wentian, as though they were facing a great enemy.
This strange atmosphere caused Qin Wentian to feel extremely depressed. Why did these people seem to view him with enmity? He didn't look like an evil person, and he had always been tempering his heart on the way here. Occasionally, he would do some good deeds, and would never offend anyone. Hence, he could only smile helplessly.
"Who told you to barge around recklessly?" Qin Wentian cursed in a low voice, only to see the old man staring at him. "Song Jia has already returned to Luo City. Sir, no matter what, your master is still someone from the Yin Clan. Why must you be so overbearing? Could it be that you really want to snatch my granddaughter away?"
"Eh …" Qin Wentian couldn't help but smile bitterly. No wonder the people of the Song Clan were preparing for battle. So it turned out that they had offended someone.
"Sir, you must have misunderstood. I'm merely passing by and wanted to ask for a cup of wine." Qin Wentian shook his head with a smile, causing the countenance of the old man from the Song Clan to stiffen.
Three days ago, the young master of the Yin Clan sent a letter to Luo City, saying that he would bring his men away today. Hence, the Song Clan was on high alert, and no one dared to step into the vicinity. Everyone in Luo City knew of this matter.
Yet who would have thought that Qin Wentian would enter by mistake? The Song Clan naturally treated him as someone from the Yin Clan.
"Sir, are you not someone from the Yin Clan?" The old man asked.
"Do I look like one?" Qin Wentian smiled bitterly.
The old man froze, carefully scrutinizing Qin Wentian. This person was extremely young, around twenty-four or twenty-five years old. Although it was difficult to tell Wu Xiu's age at a glance, based on the aura of Qin Wentian, he could vaguely sense that Qin Wentian's age was below thirty. Such a young man, even if his cultivation was extraordinary, it was impossible for him to be sent to the Song Clan.
Thinking of this, the old man shook his head. It seemed like he had mistaken Qin Wentian for someone else in a moment of desperation. He cupped his hands towards Qin Wentian and said, "Seems like this is a misunderstanding. I, Song Tai, hereby apologize."
Although Qin Wentian was very young, his aura was extraordinary. He must be an extraordinary character as well.
"Since it's a misunderstanding, it's nothing much." Qin Wentian waved his hands, not minding at all.
"Although my Song Clan isn't a big clan, we do have a lot of good wine. If you don't mind, you can enter the manor and take whatever you want. It's just that the Song Clan has some matters to attend to today and this old man can't personally receive you. After you take your wine, please leave quickly to avoid any accidents." Song Tai waved his hands towards a steward behind him and said, "Bring this little brother to retrieve the wine."
"If that's the case, I, Qin, thank you very much." Qin Wentian clasped his hands in thanks as he patted Little Rascal on its head. Little Rascal naturally understood their conversation and swaggered its way down the mountain, following the caretaker into the mountain manor.
"Old man, what happened here?" Qin Wentian curiously asked as he followed behind the steward.
"Ai …" The old steward sighed, "Little Miss has always been a kind person, and wouldn't easily become enemies with others. However, when something unexpected happens, you won't be able to avoid it even if you wanted to. If the Clan Lord knew this earlier, he wouldn't have sent Little Miss out to cultivate. But that would be a pity for Little Miss's talent."
The old steward didn't seem to want to speak too much, he led Qin Wentian to the wine cellar in the backyard of the manor. There were many good wines stored here.
"These are the treasures of the manor, I wonder if we'll be able to use them in the future. The Clan Lord has also instructed that since little brother is here, it's fate that brought you here. If you like it, feel free to take whatever you like. After that, you can directly leave." The old steward turned and left, leaving Qin Wentian to take whatever he wanted.
"Seems like the Song Clan has met with some trouble." Qin Wentian watched as the steward left. Evidently, the steward was prepared to share the tribulations with the others.
Qin Wentian's palms trembled as several wines in the wine cellar floated up into the air, floating towards Qin Wentian as he kept them.
After which, Qin Wentian's perception gushed out, heading in the direction of the Song Clan. An instant later, he could see everything in that direction. The Song Clan was still in a state of alert.
Nobody in the surroundings soared into the air. Evidently, they already knew about what happened here. Only Qin Wentian foolishly came here to ask for wine.
After some time, a black-robed middle-aged man whistled through the air. This middle-aged man had a sharp expression on his face and an ancient sword strapped to his back. His gaze was as sharp as a blade as well, and a powerful sword might gushed forth, enveloping the people of the Song Clan. That sword will contained a terrifying pressure, causing the people of the Song Clan to instantly turn pale.
This was their true enemy. A cultivation base at the peak of the fourth level of Heavenly Dipper. Evidently, the other party had already investigated the background of the Song Clan and directly sent out an expert that could crush their Song Clan.
The gaze of the black-robed middle-aged man landed on Song Jia as he coldly spoke, "Follow me."
"Sir, my Song Clan is willing to hand over half of our resources. Please tell Young Master Yin to spare Song Jia." Song Tai knew that there was no hope for this battle. The aura of this black-robed middle-aged man was extremely terrifying.
"Bzzz!"
Terrifying sword qi cascaded downwards, enveloping the entire space. The black-colored sword on the back of the black-robed middle-aged man spat out. Although it wasn't unsheathed yet, a storm of sword qi already ravaged the entire space.
"Do you want me to do it myself?" The black-robed middle-aged man coldly spoke. Song Tai's countenance turned ashen, "Since sir is so insistent, our Song Clan can only fight."
"No …" Song Jia who was beside Song Tai shook her head. "Grandpa, since the other party doesn't agree, let's forget it. I will go with them."
"No." Song Tai shook his head.
"Nothing can be changed." An expression of despair appeared on Song Jia's face as she shook her head at her grandpa. Even if the Song Clan fought to the death, the ending wouldn't change.
"Grandpa, this granddaughter is unfilial." Song Jia's silhouette flickered as she soared into the air, flying towards the black-robed middle-aged man.
"Song Jia." Song Tai, as well as the husband and wife beside him, all had ashen expressions as their auras fluctuated wildly. However, the black-robed middle-aged man merely snorted coldly as he unsheathed his sword, causing the storm of sword qi to intensify.
"I've already agreed to leave with you." Song Jia spoke. Only then did the black-robed middle-aged man turn and leave with Song Jia.
Qin Wentian watched on as a bitter smile could be seen on his face. In this world where cultivation reigned supreme, strength had always been the most important. There were simply too many injustices in the world, and he had also encountered many of them on his journey to Grand Shang. He would do his best to help whenever it was within his capabilities. But right now, the Yin Clan's strength was extraordinary. If he were to act here, he might implicate the entire Song Clan instead.
"Such troublesome matters, I have to at least collect some compensation." Qin Wentian mumbled as he glanced at the wine cellar. With a wave of his hand, all the wine in the cellar flew up and was kept by him.
After which, his silhouette flickered as he soared through the air!
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