The Imperial Martial Pill Venerable

Chapter 499 - 498: Granting You a Defeat

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Chapter 499: Chapter 498: Granting You a Defeat

Lann Qi and his group also found an Elegant Pavilion. As it happened, their room was right next to Qin Ya’s. The difference, however, was that their Elegant Pavilion was filled with a flock of lovely women, serving them wine and dancing for them. They were having a grand time.

"Heh, I hear things haven’t been going your way recently, Young Master Lann." At that moment, a middle-aged man with his arm around a delicate beauty spoke nonchalantly after taking a sip of wine.

Upon hearing this, Lann Qi’s previously cheerful expression immediately darkened. He gritted his teeth and said, "Hmph! Just talking about it is bad luck. I had my eye on a woman, but some freakishly strong punk had to show up and ruin everything."

He downed a cup of wine and said glumly, "More importantly, that woman is one of the City Lord’s Personal Guard. The Patriarch wanted to go to the City Lord’s Mansion to get our family’s honor back, but I don’t know what happened—he came back empty-handed. Fucking hell, it’s so infuriating."

Hearing this, everyone quickly tried to console him.

"Ha, Young Master Lann, you don’t need to take it to heart."

"You are the Crown Prince of the Lann Family. You’re destined to become an Era-Defining King in the future. Once that happens, you can have any woman you want. As for that punk, you’ll be able to crush him with a flick of your wrist."

"Well said."

At this, Young Master Lann looked toward a purple-haired young man in the crowd, smiled, and said, "Heh, I hear Brother Ziming has just come out of seclusion. Your strength must have improved by leaps and bounds. If you were to run into that punk, you could definitely take him down."

The purple-haired young man gave an arrogant smile, his two purple eyebrows arching slightly like sharp swords. With a tone of utter disdain, he said, "To put it bluntly, after this last seclusion, I don’t even consider a guy like Ruo Yukuang a threat."

"Let alone some punk who crawled out of nowhere."

A flash of astonishment crossed Lann Qi’s eyes. "Brother Ziming, for you to have such confidence, it seems your gains from this seclusion were truly immense."

The others were also shocked and uncertain. After all, Ruo Yukuang was a young Martial Artist in the top one hundred of the Amor List, someone capable of slaying a King. Although Ziming Fei was also one of the Four Young Masters of Qingkong, weren’t his words a bit too arrogant?

Seeing the crowd’s doubt, the ever-arrogant Ziming Fei furrowed his brow. A faint, almost imperceptible aura emanated from him. The others felt it for just a moment and were instantly stunned.

"This is... True Intent!"

"Brother Ziming, you’ve actually reached the King Level!"

"Good heavens, no wonder you don’t see Ruo Yukuang as a threat anymore."

A wave of gasps rippled through the crowd. Ziming Fei was a prodigy to begin with. Now that he had advanced to become a King, his combat power was far beyond that of an ordinary King. Moreover, even among the top one hundred on the Amor List, very few had reached the King Level.

Ziming Fei’s current combat power could definitely squeeze into the top one hundred of the Amor List.

"Well then, congratulations are in order, Brother Ziming. Come, let me toast you." Lann Qi’s tone was tinged with sourness, and his eyes revealed a hint of jealousy.

Ziming Fei laughed heartily, a smug look on his face. He raised his cup, clinked it against Lann Qi’s, and said, "I’m sure you’ll be able to catch up to me soon enough."

"Let’s hope your auspicious words come true, Brother Ziming."

Just then, two serving girls came in with two pots of wine.

"Isn’t it hilarious? He actually brought a stunning, delicate beauty to a Brothel, and they’re not even doing anything—just sitting there listening to music and watching the dancers."

"Yeah, yeah, I’ve never seen anything so strange."

’A stunning beauty?’

The gloomy Lann Qi was immediately intrigued by this phrase. He pulled one of the serving girls into his arms and said with a grin, "Tell me, what’s so amusing?"

The serving girl giggled sweetly. "Young Master Lann, you wouldn’t believe it. There’s a real weirdo in the room next to yours. He came to the Brothel, but he brought a stunning beauty with him!"

"Oh? How interesting."

The group’s interest was instantly piqued, and they eagerly asked for more details.

The two serving girls told them everything, down to the last detail. Lann Qi’s eyes lit up, and a mischievous smile played on his lips. He said to the group, "Let’s go take a look."

"Ha, good idea."

"I also want to see what kind of weirdo he is."

"I’m not interested in the weirdo. I just want to see the stunning beauty."

The group got up and, brimming with curiosity, headed for the room next door.

Meanwhile, Qin Ya, who had been enjoying the song and dance, frowned slightly. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he said indifferently, "They’re here again. What a mood killer."

The moment the words left his mouth, with a loud CRASH, the door to the Elegant Pavilion was kicked open.

"Stunning beauty, I’ve come to..."

Lann Qi was yelling at the top of his lungs, but when he got a clear look at the two people inside the Elegant Pavilion, the rest of his words caught in his throat, as if he were a duck with its neck being squeezed.

His face became extremely ugly, shifting between pale and ashen.

The others noticed Lann Qi’s strange reaction and were, for a moment, confused.

"Young Master Lann, what’s wrong with you?"

"Could it be that Young Master Lann knows these two?"

Lann Qi didn’t answer them. His eyes seemed to glow with a faint green light as he stared fixedly at Qin Ya and the woman, gritting his teeth. "I never thought it would be you!"

"That’s right, it’s us. It seems Young Master Lann has made a full recovery."

The corner of Qin Ya’s mouth curled up in a mocking smirk. Seeing this, Lann Qi’s expression grew even uglier, but wary of their strength, he didn’t dare to make a move.

"Brother Lann, who are these two?" Ziming Fei asked curiously.

Lann Qi’s eyes suddenly lit up. "Hmph! These are the two who injured me that day. And the woman next to that punk is a City Lord’s Personal Guard."

Only then did the others understand. No wonder Lann Qi’s expression had been so ugly.

"Oh? So this is the punk who injured you?"

"Yes, that’s right." Lann Qi nodded, his tone grave. "His Cultivation is only at the Celestial Human realm, but his combat power is immense. Even though you’ve had a breakthrough recently, Brother Ziming, you absolutely must not attack rashly, or you might end up at a disadvantage."

"Hmph."

Ziming Fei snorted coldly. He was an arrogant person to begin with, and his breakthrough in Cultivation had caused his confidence to swell to its absolute peak. Hearing Lann Qi’s words now, how could he possibly tolerate it? "A mere Celestial Human. He’s not even worth mentioning."

’It worked.’

A smirk played on Lann Qi’s lips, the look of someone whose scheme had succeeded. He thought to himself, ’This Ziming Fei might be powerful, but he’s just a simple-minded fool. I managed to stir up a conflict between him and Qin Ya with just a few words. How stupid.’

"Heh. Trying to kill someone with a borrowed knife. What a laughable trick."

Qin Ya naturally saw through Lann Qi’s plan but paid it no mind. As the saying goes, brute strength can overcome any clever trick. He had absolute confidence in his own power.

"What’s your name?"

Ziming Fei took a step forward, his formidable aura erupting. His True Intent spread out with it, making the air in the entire Elegant Pavilion feel incredibly oppressive.

Bi Xiaoyu’s brow furrowed. She took a step forward and said coolly, "Young Master Qin is an honored guest of the City Lord. Ziming Fei, you should think carefully about what you’re doing."

"Personal Guard, why worry?" Ziming Fei’s gaze hardened. He also knew he couldn’t afford to openly make an enemy of the City Lord’s Mansion. "I simply heard that this young master was able to injure Brother Lann and possesses astonishing strength. I just want to have a friendly spar with him. I have no intention of opposing the City Lord, so please don’t misunderstand."

Then, he looked at Qin Ya and taunted, "Unless... you don’t dare."

"Heh. I grant you defeat."

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