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Chapter 54: Chapter 54 Qin Family’s Qin Yuanfeng
Bang!
Just as the green-robed servant’s slap was about to land on Xiaoshuang’s face, a hand grabbed his wrist.
Luo Cheng said coldly, "Just a dog barking wildly here, nothing more."
As he spoke, Luo Cheng’s right hand exerted force.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! My hand! Let go of my hand! Ah, ah, ah..."
The green-robed servant screamed miserably, clutching his right hand and rolling on the ground in pain.
Luo Cheng exerted a force of nearly eight thousand pounds with ease. How could the servant, merely at the Body Tempering Realm middle stage, withstand it? His bones were crushed.
"Kid, you’re courting death!"
Lu Yan’s gaze turned vicious as he erupted in fury, his triangular eyes glaring ferociously at Luo Cheng.
The blue-robed youth, Qin Yuanfeng, narrowed his eyes slightly, "Who are you? How dare you injure one of ours."
Luo Cheng released the servant and replied calmly, "I bought the Meteor Sword. I merely taught your servant a lesson, showing him how to respect others."
"Respect? Heh, this is a world where strength reigns supreme. Only those with power deserve respect. Would you respect a worm crawling on the ground?"
Qin Yuanfeng sneered coldly, looking at Luo Cheng. "Here’s the deal: hand over the Meteor Sword, and we can let this matter slide."
All he cared about was the Meteor Sword. A mere servant, if crippled, so be it. 𝓃𝓸𝓿𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝓬ℴ𝓶
Moreover, this person dared to act this way even knowing their identities, suggesting he might have some backing.
Luo Cheng said indifferently, "Why should I hand over my belongings?"
Qin Yuanfeng’s face darkened completely, "So, you refuse to comply? Are you intent on opposing me?"
"Yuanfeng! Why waste words with him? Daring to disrespect us—cripple him first!"
Lu Yan couldn’t hold back any longer, shouting angrily as he threw a ferocious punch toward Luo Cheng’s face.
Seeing this, those gathered around gasped sharply.
Lu Yan’s Second Layer of Transcendence Realm was evident in that brutal punch; if it landed, the target would either die or be severely wounded.
Some believed Luo Cheng was too arrogant.
It was just a sword; if someone wanted it, he should let it go. Why risk such a severe price for the sake of pride?
While some felt pity for Luo Cheng at that moment.
An unforeseen turn occurred.
Luo Cheng blocked Lu Yan’s punch with one palm, then slapped him hard across the face.
Smack! With the sound reverberating, Lu Yan’s towering frame was slapped flying into the air, crashing heavily to the ground. His left cheek immediately swelled up with five distinct finger marks.
The sudden and unexpected scene left everyone dumbstruck.
"Kid, I’ll tear you limb from limb!"
Humiliated and seething, Lu Yan’s neck veins bulged as he glared at Luo Cheng, his eyes brimming with killing intent!
Roar!
As he spoke, an enormous bear glowing with four starlights appeared behind Lu Yan, preparing to unleash its full power and annihilate Luo Cheng.
Just then.
"Stop!"
A furious shout, like thunder, exploded nearby, causing the ears of everyone present to buzz slightly.
The scholarly middle-aged man whom Luo Cheng had seen once before walked over, exuding an overwhelming pressure like a towering mountain, commanding respect without anger.
"Combat is forbidden inside Lingyun Pavilion. If you don’t stop immediately, don’t blame me for being merciless!"
With eyes like lightning, the scholarly middle-aged man glanced briefly at Luo Cheng before his attention finally settled on Lu Yan and the others.
Lu Yan, his left cheek swollen excessively, protested indignantly:
"I am Lu Yan, Young Master of the Lu Family in Xuanfeng City! This man dared to treat me like this—he’s clearly looking down on my Lu Family. His crimes cannot be forgiven! Senior, are you not going to uphold justice?"
The scholarly middle-aged man said leisurely, "Your grudges have nothing to do with me."
"Hmph, then I’ll settle this myself!"
Having suffered such humiliation, Lu Yan couldn’t swallow his anger, turning and striding toward Luo Cheng.
"Impudent!"
The scholarly middle-aged man roared in fury, his eyes flashing with something sharp, followed by an Essence Energy blast sweeping outward.
Splurt!
Lu Yan was immediately sent flying, vomiting blood in mid-air.
Luo Cheng’s pupils contracted slightly.
Although Lu Yan’s strength was below his, he was still a Second Layer Martial Artist of the Transcendence Realm, yet he was blown away with just a glance!
The scholarly middle-aged man said expressionless, "Not to mention the Lu Family of a mere Xuanfeng City—even if the City Lord of Xuanfeng City himself came, he wouldn’t dare act presumptuously here! I’ll say it again: combat is forbidden in Lingyun Pavilion."
"We’re leaving."
Qin Yuanfeng cast a sinister glance at Luo Cheng, helped Lu Yan to his feet, and prepared to leave.
Before leaving, Lu Yan shot a venomous look at Luo Cheng, "Kid, you’re dead! No matter who you are, I will find you!"
Luo Cheng ignored Lu Yan’s threats entirely.
Qin Yuanfeng’s words held a kernel of truth: this was indeed a world ruled by the strong.
Words meant little; ultimately, everything was determined by strength.
If a couple of threats were enough to scare him, he might as well abandon his plans of going to the Xuanyuan Sect and return to Qishan City.
Seeing Luo Cheng’s unwavering composure, the onlookers were somewhat surprised.
"This kid really has guts, not giving Qin Yuanfeng and Lu Yan the slightest regard."
"It’s Lingyun Pavilion; no one dares to fight here, so he feels secure."
"Heh, Lingyun Pavilion can’t protect him forever."
Xiaoshuang, hearing the crowd’s chatter, anxiously looked at Luo Cheng and advised:
"Young Master, thank you for earlier. You should delay leaving for a while."
The scholarly middle-aged man approached, saying, "No need to worry; I’ll arrange for someone to escort you back. But from then on, it’s up to you. I suspect Lu Yan won’t let this rest, so you must be extra cautious."
Holding the Lingxiao Jade Token inevitably indicated a connection to Lingyun Pavilion, and they couldn’t allow Luo Cheng to come to harm within their premises.
However, Lingyun Pavilion wouldn’t protect him indefinitely; ultimately, everything depended on oneself.
"Understood, thank you, Senior."
Luo Cheng nodded.
The Meteor Sword was priced at 1.3 million taels, with an 80% discount reducing it to 1.04 million taels.
This time, Luo Cheng had spent over 3 million taels in total, practically burning through his money like water.
After paying, Luo Cheng received the Meteor Sword.
The moment he held the sword, a heavy sensation immediately radiated through his hand.
"So heavy!"
Luo Cheng estimated that to wield this sword with ease, his strength must reach at least ten thousand pounds.
After all, holding a sword and wielding it fluently were entirely different matters.
Luckily, he was on the verge of breaking through to the Third Layer of Transcendence Realm. With the True Dragon Technique, even if he couldn’t attain ten thousand pounds of strength, he should be close.
Clang!
With a flick of his finger, the treasure sword slid three inches from its sheath.
A hazy sword light shone brilliantly, faintly flickering with the glow of two stars.
"Excellent sword!"
Luo Cheng was extremely satisfied.
With this sword in hand, his strength would increase by 30%!
Even when facing Martial Artists at the Fourth Layer of Transcendence Realm, he’d be able to hold his own.
Completing the transaction, Luo Cheng made no stops and left Lingyun Pavilion directly.
The scholarly middle-aged man dispatched an elder to escort Luo Cheng back to his inn.
"Damn it! That accursed Lingyun Pavilion even sent someone to escort him!"
From a second-floor balcony of an inn outside Lingyun Pavilion, Lu Yan, his left cheek swollen, glared at Luo Cheng passing below, his eyes almost spewing flames.
"Lu Yan, you should watch your words. Lingyun Pavilion is no ordinary minor power. Forget about your Lu Family—even the entire Great Yue Dynasty means little to them."
The Flower County Lord advised, her beautiful eyes fixed on Luo Cheng’s retreating figure, thinking deeply.
"Are we just going to let that kid go?"
Lu Yan’s tone was filled with reluctance, crushing a teacup in his hand.
A servant asked, "Young Master, should I scout out where he’s staying?"
