Chapter 302: The Demon Sect Enchantress
Many people felt that Ning Xiaochuan was too rigid and lacked restraint, believing he would likely meet his end in Hualong City today.
Shi Jinyu advised once more, "Brother Ding, why not sell this little beast to me? Let me bear the consequences."
Shi Jinyu could see that the Small Red Dragon was extraordinarily intelligent, far from an ordinary creature. Based on his vast experience with dragons, this was likely a Divine Dragon cub.
Ning Xiaochuan glanced sideways and said, "Brother Shi, aren’t you afraid of inviting fatal trouble?"
Facing Mo Chaolong, the prodigious genius of the Mo Family, Shi Jinyu remained calm, a smile on his face. "I’m just a wandering cloud and wild crane. The world is vast, and anywhere can be home. Even if I offend the Mo Family, I can always go elsewhere."
"What arrogance! Do you really think you can escape Hualong City after provoking the Mo Family?" Mo Chaolong, who had been glaring murderously at Ning Xiaochuan, intending to kill him and seize the Small Red Dragon, now turned his gaze to Shi Jinyu, sensing that this fat man was no pushover and could be dealt with as well.
Shi Jinyu chuckled. "Young man, your temper is far too fiery. Anger harms the body, and rage damages the kidneys. If you wish to buy this little beast, as long as you offer a high enough price, I believe there’s still a chance to acquire it."
Shi Jinyu’s body was plump, covered in layers of fat, but his eyes shone with a brilliance like the sun. His Martial Path cultivation was likely even above Mo Chaolong’s.
In Hualong City, did Mo Chaolong ever need to pay for something he desired?
"Get lost, or I’ll kill you too!" Mo Chaolong roared, unleashing a deafening soundwave that shattered the wine cups and teapots on the table.
Shi Jinyu pursed his lips in displeasure. "Brother Ding, how about we find a quieter place? The flies here are far too annoying."
"My thoughts exactly," Ning Xiaochuan replied.
Mo Chaolong was furious beyond measure. Profound Qi surged from his body, flooding into the crimson-gold War Sword. This Fourth-Grade Mystic Artifact-level War Sword erupted with dazzling radiance.
The sword slashed out, releasing a Sword Qi over ten meters long, reducing the tables and chairs in the restaurant to splinters that scattered into the air.
Ning Xiaochuan had no desire to stir trouble, but the other party insisted on forcing his hand. It was simply unbearable.
"Boom!"
Ning Xiaochuan stood unmoving, striking out with a palm. Dragon-Tiger Profound Qi surged from his palm, transforming into a seven-meter-long Great Palm Strike that shattered the Sword Qi. With a flip of his hand, he pressed Mo Chaolong into the ground.
"Boom!"
The ground cracked under the force. Mo Chaolong lay sprawled, unable to move as if crushed beneath a mountain.
"Turning clouds with one hand and rain with the other"—perhaps only this phrase could describe the onlookers' shock at this moment.
Mo Chaolong, who had been undefeated across the Qingmeng Domain, had been flattened with a single slap. Many couldn’t believe their eyes, thinking they were seeing things.
Mo Chaolong struggled to lift his War Sword, forming a net of Sword Qi in an attempt to break free from Ning Xiaochuan’s palm strike.
With a wave of his hand, Ning Xiaochuan sent Mo Chaolong crashing through the wall and tumbling into the street, coughing up blood incessantly.
"Roar! Roar! Roar!" The Small Red Dragon clapped its claws excitedly, cheering loudly for Ning Xiaochuan.
The young noblewoman surnamed Nie from the Tianyin Sect grew more and more enamored the longer she looked, her eyes sparkling with delight, eager to make the Small Red Dragon her pet. The spiritual nature of this Small Mystic Beast was simply too adorable.
"Young man, I hadn’t realized your cultivation was so impressive. However, Hualong City is no ordinary place—no one can cause trouble here," said a half-gray-haired elderly man who stepped forward from the dozen or so Martial Path experts behind Miss Nie. His steps were heavy, his martial cultivation profound, and his gaze fixed on Ning Xiaochuan with clear hostility.
Ning Xiaochuan remained composed. "The ones causing trouble aren’t me—it’s you."
A glint of white light flashed in the elderly man’s eyes. "This old man is named Zhang Linxi, and in Hualong City, I hold some standing. If you sell this Small Mystic Beast to Miss Nie, the three major powers of Hualong City will let today’s matter slide. What do you say?"
Zhang Linxi was a guardian elder of the Cuiyun Sect, his status in Hualong City transcendent. Even the heads of prominent families had to show him respect. He was a true Martial Arts Overlord—no one dared to offend such a figure lightly.
Wang Daoyi also stepped forward, standing opposite Ning Xiaochuan. "Young man, don’t be foolish. With your status, you lack the resources to properly nurture a Mystic Beast. In the end, it’ll only become an ordinary creature. Miss Nie is the direct disciple of a Martial Venerable from the Tianyin Sect. If the Small Mystic Beast follows her, it may one day grow into a true dragon."
Wang Daoyi was a grand elder of the Yanhua Sect, having secluded himself for years and rarely appearing in public. His status was even higher than Zhang Linxi’s.
For two elder overlords to intervene personally was no small matter. If this young man still refused to yield, he would likely meet his end.
Ning Xiaochuan replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, "I’ll say this one last time—Little Red is my friend. I won’t sell her. If you two insist on forcing the issue, then this junior has no choice but to offend."
Boom!
The crowd erupted.
Where did this young man get the audacity to challenge two elder overlords? Was he simply brash, or did he truly possess extraordinary strength?
Ning Xiaochuan had indeed displayed formidable power earlier when he effortlessly subdued Mo Chaolong. But to challenge veteran overlords? That was a different matter entirely.
A cold aura radiated from Zhang Linxi, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Young men with your kind of backbone are rare these days. Let’s see just what skills you have to be so arrogant."
Crackling green Lightning flickered between Zhang Linxi’s fingers as thick Profound Qi surged forth, causing the air to tremble.
Ning Xiaochuan took a single light step back, effortlessly neutralizing all of Zhang Linxi’s Profound Qi. If a fight truly broke out now, Ning Xiaochuan could defeat Zhang Linxi with a single move.
"A decades-old geezer picking a fight with a young man? Aren’t you afraid of becoming a laughingstock?" A crisp, melodious woman’s voice echoed through the Restaurant, ethereal yet captivating.
Zhang Linxi’s eyes snapped toward a private room upstairs. "Who’s there? Show yourself!"
The door to the private room remained shut, its occupant unseen.
"Zhang Linxi, you’re far too audacious. Do you truly believe that just because you reign supreme in Hualong City, no one can challenge you?" The woman’s voice was sweet, yet infused with Profound Qi, carrying immense power as it surged toward Zhang Linxi like a tidal wave.
The Profound Qi swept over him, coating his body in a layer of white frost.
The young noblewoman from the Tianyin Sect, Miss Nie, gasped in shock. "Profound Yin True Qi! She’s the Demon Sect Enchantress!"
All eyes turned toward the private booth, fear flashing in their gazes as they instinctively took a step back.
Everyone knew the terrifying reputation of the Demon Sect. Even a mighty ancient sect like the Tianyin Sect dared not provoke them lightly—let alone ordinary people.
No wonder this Demon Sect Enchantress had come to Hualong City without a care for an elder like Zhang Linxi.
Crack! Crack!
A layer of white Profound Aura erupted from Zhang Linxi’s body, shattering the frost. Furious, he roared, "Demoness! You dare come to Hualong City? Today, you won’t leave here alive!"
Zhang Linxi drew two pieces of Black Iron, combining them into a long black spear.
The spear hissed like a venomous dragon, unleashing a 9-meter-long surge of Profound Qi that blasted toward the booth. This black spear was a Fourth-Grade Mystic Artifact, tempered in the Hundred Poison Pool Water, and with each swing, it carried a toxic wind.
Inside the booth, a massive vortex seemed to form, madly devouring the Profound Qi in the air, nearly creating a vacuum.
Boom!
A palm strike erupted in response, icy and overwhelming, forcing Zhang Linxi back and nearly freezing him solid once more.
Zhang Linxi shattered the palm strike, his hands numb from the cold as he panted heavily.
"Profound Yin Divine Palm! This is a supreme Divine Ability of the Demon Sect’s Blood Devouring Dao. Only a key figure of the Blood Devouring Dao would have the chance to cultivate such a technique."
"This Demon Sect Enchantress must have an extraordinary background. The Cuiyun Sect and Yanhua Sect might have provoked someone they shouldn’t have."
"Why should they be afraid? Even if the sky falls, the Tianyin Sect will hold it up. Their sect leader, Yun Jingchu, known as the Thousand Sound Fairy Queen, can turn any musical instrument into a weapon of mass destruction. With a flick of her fingers, she can leave tens of thousands dead. Even the Demon Sect might not dare provoke the Tianyin Sect lightly."
The appearance of the Demon Sect Enchantress indeed caused a massive stir, making even seasoned experts tense and hesitant to act recklessly.
Zhang Linxi, after all, was a veteran who had lived for decades. He quickly regained his composure. Though the Cuiyun Sect was powerful, offending the Demon Sect would still spell doom. He clasped his hands and said, "Zhang Linxi has no intention of opposing the Demon Sect. I merely wished to assist Miss Nie of the Tianyin Sect in purchasing a Mystic Beast. I hope you will not interfere in this matter."
By invoking Miss Nie’s name, Zhang Linxi sought to distance himself. Even if the Demon Sect Enchantress was angered, she would have to take her grievances to the Tianyin Sect.
"And what if I insist on interfering?" the Demon Sect Enchantress sneered.
Zhang Linxi’s expression stiffened. The enchantress was showing him no respect, forcing him into a desperate situation.
Tap. Tap.
Two rhythmic footsteps echoed from the staircase, stirring another wave of commotion.
At the staircase, a man and a woman ascended, both enveloped in thick Profound Qi. The man was handsome and elegant, with a face like Pan An; the woman had a slender and graceful figure, breathtakingly beautiful.
Upon seeing the pair climb the stairs, Zhang Linxi was overjoyed and hurried forward to greet them. He bowed respectfully and said, "Young Master Ye and Miss Nie, your arrival couldn’t be more timely. Only you can subdue that Demon Sect Enchantress."
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