"That is Duanmuqing. He actually revealed the origin of his inherited Martial Spirit. How strong is his opponent?"
"Indeed, even from a thousand meters away, the Martial Spirit that has existed since the time of the Tianwu Dynasty still gives off such a heavy pressure."
"Haha, you guys probably don't know. According to the people from Liushang Pavilion, the one who forced Duanmuqing to reveal her Martial Spirit's origin was only a Superior Grade Martial Disciple. Furthermore, he seems to be an outsider."
"That is impossible. Duanmuqing is a Martial Grand Master. If he met a Superior Grade Martial Disciple, it would be like squashing an ant. How could he reveal his Martial Spirit's origin? He probably even used his Martial Techniques."
"It is absolutely true. I came from Liushang Pavilion. That person is indeed only a Superior Grade Martial Disciple. First, he injured Jiang Muheng and snatched away a map of the ancient remnant. Then, he escaped from Duanmuqing's hands."
In the sky, the Ice Phoenix flashed a cold light as it soared above the nine heavens. Every corner of White Water City could see it clearly. Many cultivators were discussing it.
White Water City, Jiang Residence:
The last disciple of the Misty Sword Sect's Sect Master, Chu Chaoyun, looked at the Ice Phoenix in the sky. His expression changed slightly as he muttered, "Who is it? To actually be able to force Duanmuqing to reveal his Martial Spirit's origin."
After he spoke, a sword of light appeared under his feet, carrying him into the sky. He turned into a sword image and chased after Duanmuqing. Soon, he disappeared into the sky.
In another room of the Jiang Residence, the Hua Clan's heir, Hua Yunfei, looked at Duanmuqing in the sky. He revealed a playful smile on his face. After Chu Chaoyun rode on his sword and flew off, he said, "Interesting. I want to see what kind of deity could attract the two geniuses of Dongming Province."
In the room, a few elders of the Hua Clan advised, "Crown Prince, we are only here for the dwelling of the ancient human powerhouse. It is best not to cause any trouble."
Hua Yunfei smiled faintly and said proudly, "I have the Hua Clan's rare mutated martial spirit. I am destined to rise in this era. No one can stop me. What is there to be afraid of with such a small wave? Don't follow me."
After he finished speaking, he turned into a blood-red river that surged into the sky. Everywhere he passed, it was like a blood cloud that covered the sky and the sun. Evil Qi soared into the sky.
In the room of the Jiang Clan's Duanmu Clan, a pretty woman looked at Duanmu Qing, who was in the air. She said worriedly, "Second Elder, is Miss Duanmu in some danger? Should we make a move to help?"
The dignified and elegant Second Elder had a calm expression on his face. He said indifferently, "There is no need. If she cannot even deal with such a small problem, how can she be the princess of our Duanmu Clan?"
At the same time, in the great hall of the Jiang Clan, the Jiang Clan Head, Jiang Mingxun, was quickly making arrangements. "First Elder, immediately send people to Savage Forest. Regardless of whether they are dead or alive, find that person. We must obtain the map of the Ancient Remnant. We cannot let the people of the three major powers obtain it."
"Second Elder, immediately set off to receive that esteemed guest from Nanling Province. Whether our Jiang Clan can obtain any fortuitous encounters this time will depend on this esteemed guest."
"Third Elder, go to Liushang Pavilion and find that trash, Mu Heng. Lock him up for a month."
Because of Xiao Chen's saber strike, undercurrents surged in White Water City; the winds and clouds changed color.
However, no matter how shocking the situation in the outside world was, or how the winds and clouds surged, Fatso's current mood was one of unshakable grief. This grief flowed like a river, repeatedly washing away Fatso's weak heart.
"Young Master, don't just stand there. You have already been standing there for an hour. If you continue standing there, there will be problems with your body, "in the ruins of Liushang Pavilion, a manservant consoled the grieving Kim Tae-ho.
Although Liushang Pavilion had completely collapsed, there were not many casualties. The guests on the first and second floors had already retreated before the explosion. The cultivators on the third and fourth floors had higher cultivations; they had all jumped out the instant the building collapsed.
The waiters and manservants in the inn were all smart people. When it happened, not a single one of them remained. After it happened, they all reappeared.
"Ah …"
Just as Fatso was about to reprimand them, a soft moan could be heard. Kim Tae-ho's heart skipped a beat as he quickly looked towards the source of the sound.
Pushing aside a few heavy wooden boards, Kim Tae-ho saw the severely injured Jiang Muheng. The wound that Xiao Chen made on his chest was very deep; his internal organs could be seen. At this moment, the wound had not healed yet; blood was still flowing out slowly.
His originally severely injured body, in addition to the collapse of Liushang Pavilion, the current Jiang Muheng was on his last breath. He could not help but moan; he was as pitiful as he could be; he no longer had his usual demeanor.
Jin Fatso rolled his eyes and the worry on his face disappeared. He smiled at Jiang Muheng and said, "Isn't this Young Master Jiang? Why are you like this?"
"Save … me …" Jiang Muheng's complexion was pale; he was extremely weak. His voice was weak as he spoke intermittently.
Kim Tae-ho moved his ear closer and said loudly, "Young Master Jiang, what are you saying? Speak louder. Oh, I heard you. Save you! No problem. "
Kim Tae-ho's face was full of smiles as he took out a porcelain bottle. He waved it in front of Jiang Muheng and said, "Young Master Jiang, do you see this? This is the peak grade Golden Sore Medicine refined by a Rank 7 Alchemist. As long as you sprinkle it on your wound, no matter what kind of injury it is, it will immediately heal."
"Furthermore, this medicine does not have any side effects; it will not leave behind any scars. It is definitely the best choice for an elegant young master like you." Jin Fatso extended the medicine bottle in front of Jiang Muheng and said enticingly.
Jiang Muheng's pale face revealed a trace of joy. He stretched out his left hand with much difficulty, wanting to grab the porcelain bottle. However, Jin Fatso quickly retracted his hand.
The joy on Jiang Muheng's face disappeared. He looked at Kim Tae-ho with doubt, not knowing what was going on.
Kim Tae-ho's chubby face revealed a difficult expression. He said, "Young Master Jiang, the moment I saw you, I felt that we were fated. If it were any other day, I would not have any complaints even if I gave this Golden Sore Medicine to you. However, look at this Liushang Pavilion today. Because of you, it turned into ruins."
"This Fat Lord's path to riches has been completely cut off. Now, I am extremely poor. Doesn't your Jiang Clan have a business district in the west of the city? How about lending it to this Fat Lord to reopen Liushang Pavilion? As long as you say the word, I will personally apply this peak grade Golden Sore Medicine on you. "
This Fatso was really shameless. His Liushang Pavilion was at most a restaurant. Its annual sales in White Water City would be at most five million silver taels.
However, the Jiang Clan's business district had countless shops. Just the rent alone would be twenty million silver taels. Based on Fatso's tone, it was as though the Jiang Clan was the one profiting.
Jiang Muheng's lips moved; his voice was extremely weak. Kim Tae-ho moved his ear closer and said loudly, "Young Master Jiang, what are you saying? Speak louder, I can't hear you. What did you say about … scram … your … mother …?"
"Damn it." After Fatso heard this, the smile on his face immediately disappeared. He said with a straight face, "This Fat Lord saved your life out of goodwill. I only asked for a street, yet you actually scolded this Fat Lord. This Fat Lord really can't afford to be hurt."
"This feeling of being snubbed while showing kindness is really unpleasant. Let's go. This Fat Lord will block here. Let's see who dares to come over. Even if your Jiang Clan's people come, they will not be able to take your people away."
Fatso had just taken a step when a hand grabbed his pants. Kim Tae-ho had already expected that Jiang Muheng would not be satisfied.
He quickly turned around with a face full of smiles and said, "Young Master Jiang, have you changed your mind? Your voice is too soft. Let me listen. Please don't scold this Fat Lord again. This Fat Lord will get angry too. "
"You, you, you, you, quickly come over and squat down. Young Master Jiang has already agreed."
A brush, ink, paper, and inkstone instantly appeared in Fatso's hands. A manservant squatted on the ground. Fatso placed the brush in his mouth in a very coquettish manner. Then, he dipped the brush in ink and started writing wildly.
After he finished drafting the contract, he placed it under Jiang Muheng's hand. He smiled and said, "Young Master Jiang, please give me your handprint. Then, please sign your name. Good writing! Even though Young Master Jiang is severely injured, your writing is still very elegant. You have the demeanor of a great master."
After Jiang Muheng signed, Fatso immediately put away the contract. Then, he took out the bottle of peak-grade Golden Salve and slowly applied it on Jiang Muheng's wounds.
The pained expression on Jiang Muheng's face slowly eased up. He had been on the verge of being severely injured. Now that he relaxed, he immediately fainted.
"Hahaha! How delightful! I lost a gold mine in exchange for a mountain of treasures!" Fatso laughed maniacally as he held the contract.
When the manservant saw that Fatso really gave the peak-grade Golden Salve to Jiang Muheng, he felt confused and asked, "Young Master, did you really apply the peak-grade Golden Salve refined by a Rank 7 Alchemist?"
"Indeed, is there a problem?"
That manservant said doubtfully, "This is not like Young Master's style. I thought Young Master would just casually take some Rank 3 Alchemy and brush it off."
Fatso put away the contract again. He took out the golden folding fan and knocked on the manservant's head violently. He laughed loudly, "What do you know? Do you think there are many people like Jiang Muheng in the entire Great Qin Nation? Doesn't their Jiang Clan still have three streets?"
"I, this Fat Lord, will treat him. Next time, I will look for him and cheat him of three streets. This bit of medicine money is nothing."
That manservant said in admiration, "Young Master is truly brilliant. This is casting a long line to catch a big fish. Why didn't I think of this?"
"In the future, do not ask me such a question that degrades one's intelligence," Fatso said in a pretentious manner.
After he spoke, he opened up the golden folding fan and fanned it violently a few times. He raised his head at a forty-five degree angle and looked at the clouds in the sky. He said ruefully, "Sometimes, having a high intelligence is a form of melancholy! I ask the heavens, who in this world can understand me? Life is truly as lonely as snow! "
"Wa!" Just as Fatso finished speaking, all the manservants and waiters in the ruins of Liushang Pavilion could not help but vomit.
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