Chapter 1030: 642: A Slap (4K)

Chapter 1030: Chapter 642: A Slap (4K)

“I’ve heard that the Tianqing Sect and Guiyi Sect are about to go to war. The Tianqing Sect is condemning the Guiyi Sect for massacring their branch hall and breaking the rules, and they’re planning to rally seventy-two sects to besiege Guiyi Sect.”

“The Guiyi Sect is so ruthless? They dare provoke the strongest Tianqing Sect—are they tired of living?”

“Who knows what the Guiyi Sect is thinking? I reckon they’re about to be wiped out.”

In the southern Immortal Realm, at a tavern, cultivators were enthusiastically discussing the major events happening in the Cultivation World.

“I didn’t expect such an interesting spectacle in such a small place. Why don’t we go join in the fun?”

Lu Qinglian perked up immediately upon overhearing the others in the tavern mention the seventy-two sects besieging the Guiyi Sect.

“Young lady, I advise you not to meddle in this affair. Both the Tianqing Sect and Guiyi Sect are powerful sects. With your cultivation level, getting involved would only result in throwing your life away in vain.”

“Two young beauties, each unique in charm—why don’t you come accompany me for some drinks instead? I have my fair share of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, as well as rare cultivation techniques. If you follow me, I guarantee you’ll at least reach the Loose Immortal level.”

This tavern served an array of mouthwatering delicacies made from Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, attracting numerous cultivators. A middle-aged man with a scar on his face couldn’t help but take notice of Lu Qinglian and Ning Qianqian, whose stunning appearances and unique temperaments were especially striking.

Lu Qinglian raised an eyebrow. “Who the hell do you think you are? When this auntie was making her name on the streets, you were still playing with mud in your pants!”

“Hahaha!”

The tavern erupted in laughter at Lu Qinglian’s sharp retort.

The middle-aged man’s face turned a dark shade of blue.

Two disciples sitting at the same table as the scarred man slammed their hands on the table. “How dare you! This man is an elder of the Changhe Sect, taking you under his wing is showing you respect, yet you dare talk back!”

Upon hearing that the scarred man was an elder of the Changhe Sect, the tavern audience that had been laughing instantly fell silent.

The Changhe Sect was one of the seventy-two sects participating in the siege against Guiyi Sect, second only to Guiyi Sect in strength.

In this small place, a Changhe Sect elder wasn’t just influential—he was essentially untouchable.

“Hmph.”

The Changhe Sect elder gave a cold snort, clearly pleased by the frightened expressions of the crowd.

Surely, the two young ladies would eventually bow to his overwhelming power and status.

“What bullshit Changhe Sect? This auntie has never even heard of it.”

Lu Qinglian really hadn’t heard of the Changhe Sect before.

“Courting death!”

The Changhe Sect elder, incensed by the disrespect towards himself and his sect, chose to strike. He aimed a powerful palm at Lu Qinglian, intending to injure her before bringing her to heel.

“No need for Senior Sister to make a move personally—I’ll handle this.”

Ning Qianqian stepped up.

She struck with her own palm.

In the instant she unleashed her move, a fierce gale erupted, dragons roared across the Nine Heavens, and the entire tavern collapsed in a blink!

“No!”

The Changhe Sect elder realized the terrifying disparity in strength between them, but it was far too late to retreat.

With one strike, Ning Qianqian sent the Changhe Sect elder flying, transforming him into a blazing comet that disappeared into the horizon.

That single blow sent the Changhe Sect elder airborne.

“Hiss…”

The tavern fell into absolute silence.

The appearance of a Changhe Sect elder was shocking enough, but unexpectedly, these two young ladies proved to be unstoppable forces.

No, on second thought, it’s possible these two weren’t ordinary young ladies at all.

The time the Changhe Sect elder had spent cultivating might not even compare to theirs.

The Changhe Sect disciples turned pale, exchanged fearful glances, and immediately knelt down, slapping their own faces as they pleaded for mercy: “We know we were wrong! Please, esteemed ladies, spare us! We are willing to serve faithfully, even lay down our lives for you!”

The onlookers were stunned.

Changhe Sect disciples, known for their lofty pride, had resorted to such groveling just to save their own skins.

“When is your Changhe Sect planning to attack the Guiyi Sect?”

“Esteemed lady, it will be on the tenth day of this month.”

“Got it. Now beat it.”

“Y-Yes, we’ll leave right away.”

The Changhe Sect disciples, terrified that Lu Qinglian might find fault with them, immediately rolled and tumbled their way out without delay.

“…”

Lu Qinglian and Ning Qianqian were left speechless.

They weren’t sure whether to label the Changhe Sect disciples cautious or downright ridiculous.

“Shopkeeper, here’s a little compensation for the damage to the tavern.”

Lu Qinglian casually tossed a spiritual ginseng to the shopkeeper.

“This… I couldn’t possibly accept…”

The shopkeeper was overwhelmed by her generosity.

For cultivators of this caliber, not only would no one dare pursue them for property damage, even public killings would go unpunished. Yet she was still courteous enough to offer recompense.

The Changhe Sect elder had simply dug his own grave.

“This is a Sixteenth Grade Heavenly Material—the Hongmeng Purple Ginseng!”

The shopkeeper froze in shock upon realizing that the spiritual ginseng Lu Qinglian had casually handed over was an incredibly valuable Hongmeng Purple Ginseng.

The ginseng, etched with delicate purple veins and faintly radiating Hongmeng Purple Qi, was priceless.

The patrons turned their gazes toward Lu Qinglian and Ning Qianqian, their expressions a mix of awe and bewilderment.

What kind of background did these two have to offer a Sixteenth Grade Heavenly Material as compensation?

The combined worth of the tavern and its shopkeeper wouldn’t even come close to that of the Hongmeng Purple Ginseng.

What extravagance.

“Let’s go.”

Lu Qinglian had merely handed over the cheapest “food” she carried as compensation, completely uninterested in the astonished reactions of the crowd. She walked off with her junior sister in tow.

She was determined to join in the chaos of the seventy-two sects besieging Guiyi Sect.

“Their accents are slightly different from ours… Could it be that they are cultivators from another part of the Immortal Realm?”