“Alright, Xiyao, Yanran didn’t say anything. Stop being so aggressive!” Qin Haoyan said with a slight headache.
He didn’t understand what was wrong with this disciple of his.
Every time she saw Su Yanran, it was like she’d swallowed explosives.
“Master! You’re actually taking her side too!” Luo Xiyao stomped her foot, looking all aggrieved.
“Uncle Qin, it’s all my fault. Please don’t blame Xiyao.”
Su Yanran’s sensible and well-behaved manner made Qin Haoyan feel very comforted.
At the same time, he was quite envious of Luo Wuji for actually taking in such an adorable disciple.
“Su Yanran, shut up!” Luo Xiyao grew even angrier.
“Xiyao, Yanran has already apologized to you. Stop clinging to this matter!” Qin Haoyan’s eyes carried authority, with a hint of displeasure.
Luo Xiyao took a deep breath, lowered her eyes, and said no more.
Luo Wuji also snapped out of his memories and looked at Rong Zhuofan. “Sect Master Rong, how many people have come from Lingyun Sect?”
“Not many,” Rong Zhuofan naturally refused to tell Luo Wuji the truth.
The people of Haoling State were nothing good. He was afraid that if he told them, Luo Wuji would use underhanded means against the people of Lingyun Sect.
“Not many — how many exactly?” Luo Wuji pressed.
Luo Wuji regretted not paying attention to the movements of Lingyun Sect’s disciples earlier.
Xiao Qingfeng retorted directly, “What’s it to you how many there are! Do I get to know which sects the contestants from your state belong to?”
Luo Wuji’s gaze darkened slightly, his eyes sweeping across the faces of everyone from Qingyun State one by one.
Qin Haoyan was somewhat angry. “Sect Master Rong, Sect Master Xiao, we merely wanted a friendly exchange. Why are you being so aggressive?”
Xiao Qingfeng didn’t give Qin Haoyan any face at all. “Friendly? I really don’t see it. The moment you arrived, you wanted to snatch things from a junior. How is that friendly?”
“Uncle Qin, I know where the thing you’re looking for is.” Su Yanran lowered her voice and spoke into Qin Haoyan’s ear.
Qin Haoyan looked surprised.
“Uncle Qin, the bracelet on Feng Qingran’s hand is a spatial artifact. Generally, valuable things are kept inside it.” Su Yanran pointed at Feng Qingran’s left wrist.
Qin Haoyan’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Feng Qingran’s jade bracelet. At a glance, that bracelet was clearly no ordinary object.
Even his cultivation level couldn’t see through the bracelet’s grade.
A cultivator couldn’t possibly wear a grade-less jade bracelet.
A magical artifact that even a False God couldn’t see through had to be at least Heaven Grade or above!
Could it be a Half-Immortal Artifact?
Qin Haoyan’s expression grew somewhat excited. If he could obtain a Half-Immortal Artifact, and then obtain the Taiji Diagram as well…
The Qin family’s status would surely soar, and they would no longer have to suffer the Luo family’s suppression.
“Xiyao, come here.” Qin Haoyan said with authority.
Seeing her master’s serious expression, Luo Xiyao didn’t dare throw a tantrum either. She pouted and walked over. “Master, what is it?”
“Later, you and Wuji go discuss the three-round competition together. Your master needs to handle a small matter.” Qin Haoyan instructed solemnly.
Luo Xiyao nodded seriously.
Qin Haoyan’s expression became proper and dignified. Taking advantage of the moment when Xiao Qingfeng and Rong Zhuofan had their attention drawn away by Luo Wuji, he raised his withered hand and pulled Feng Qingran into the Domain of the False God.
Once inside the Domain of the False God, he had ten thousand ways to make Feng Qingran hand over her things.
In the blink of an eye, Feng Qingran was pulled into the Domain of the False God.
“Little girl, hand over the Taiji Diagram and the Half-Immortal Artifact, and I’ll spare your life!” Qin Haoyan’s aura was fierce and overbearing, leaving no room for Feng Qingran to resist.
A chill ran down Feng Qingran’s spine. Her entire body felt as heavy as if Mount Tai were pressing down on her. Sharp pain shot through her bones, and she was nearly crushed.
Feng Qingran’s eyes were as cold as moonlight as she swept her gaze across Qin Haoyan’s face. “A False God Venerable using domain pressure on a junior — aren’t you afraid the world will laugh at you?”
“Heh! You’re a nobody. If I kill you, I kill you. Even if the Baili family comes asking later, they would never trouble me over a junior like you.”
Qin Haoyan’s expression was supremely confident. A strange black rune appeared in his palm.
Feng Qingran had seen that rune before. Last time, when Uncle Zhong wanted to search Fifth Senior Sister’s soul, he had used that same black rune.
A wary look flashed through Feng Qingran’s apricot-colored eyes. With a flip of her wrist, the Qingluan Sword appeared in her hand.
“A Heaven Grade magical artifact?” Qin Haoyan stared at the Qingluan Sword in Feng Qingran’s hand.
This little girl certainly had quite a few treasures on her!
Feng Qingran took half a step back. Now that she was at the Nascent Soul stage, the Qingluan Sword had upgraded along with her.
“Little girl, I’m starting to not want to kill you anymore. You’d better hand over your things on your own.” Qin Haoyan examined Feng Qingran carefully.
To possess so many treasures proved that Feng Qingran had strong fortune. A person like this would be more useful kept by his side than killed.
Qin Haoyan’s aura grew even more terrifying, pressing down on Feng Qingran until she could barely breathe.
Feng Ci sent a voice transmission to Feng Qingran. “I told you to bring Feng Youyou along, but you insisted on leaving it at Mozhu Peak to gnaw on bamboo. Now look what happened!”
Feng Qingran’s eyes shimmered with a faint light, dazzling in their brilliance. Under the pressure of a False God, she didn’t show even a trace of fear.
“Feng Ci, stop with the nonsense. This is a False God. Even if Youyou came along, it wouldn’t help.” Feng Qingran replied.
Feng Youyou’s cultivation level was far below that of a Sacred Beast or Divine Beast. She didn’t want to risk bringing Youyou along for now.
“Bullshit! You probably have some misunderstanding about the Iron-Eating Beast! Ever since you contracted Feng Youyou, Wanling and Shenhuang have both been too scared to come out. Even I don’t dare appear in front of Feng Youyou. Haven’t you noticed any of this?” Feng Ci’s tone was full of exasperation.
The Iron-Eating Beast’s combat power had never depended on cultivation level.
Otherwise, why would so many ancient giants all want to contract an Iron-Eating Beast?
