In the Immortal Realm, there are no laws, and the Rogue Cultivator World is even more chaotic.

Having had a few too many drinks, a young loose cultivator saw Yangg Ling's beauty and noticed that her cultivation was only at the Nascent Soul stage, while the man sitting beside her was merely at the First Transformation of the Immortal,

to him, a Second Transformation of the Immortal, Wang Xiaoqiang wasn't even worth considering, so he decided to go up and harass her. He intended to snatch the beauty and execute her on the spot.

At this moment, all the others on the second floor had turned their attention here, watching the unfolding scene as if watching a play.

In the Rogue Cultivator World, acts like forcefully abducting a woman and violating her were not uncommon, and there were some Flower Thieves who, in their impatience, dared to assault women in broad daylight.

When they saw a Second Transformation Immortal youth planning to harass a beauty associated with a First Transformation Immortal, everyone was convinced that there would definitely be some sensational drama taking place today.

However, unexpectedly, before the youth's hand could even touch the beauty's chin, a flash of cold light severed his arm.

The crowd gasped in surprise, only to see that the man sitting beside the beauty was holding a sword, its Sword Light glittering, unstained by a single drop of blood.

It was he who had cut off the young man's arm with a single strike.

The severed arm fell to the ground, blood staining the table.

The young man let out a wretched scream, his eyes bulging with an incredulous look,

Despite being somewhat drunk, he was still somewhat sober and had preemptively reinforced his arm with Spiritual Power to prevent any surprise attacks before he harassed the beauty, only to find that the man, at the First Transformation, had somehow severed his Second Transformation arm with a single sword strike.

"Brat, you're courting death," the armless loose cultivator gritted his teeth and shouted, ready to retaliate, when a flash of cold light again streaked by, and the young cultivator's head fell from his shoulders.

Blood spurted from his chest cavity.

Spraying the table and floor thoroughly.

Everyone exclaimed in shock, knowing that loose cultivators were a brutal lot, accustomed to the blood and carnage of the Martial World's violent encounters, where drawing one's sword at a disagreement was common. But the scene before them was a wordless decapitation.

So domineering!

And so brutal!

After beheading his opponent with a single slash, Wang Xiaoqiang said to Yangg Ling, "Let's go."

With that thought, Yangg Ling was swept into the Sumeru Ring by Wang Xiaoqiang's willpower.

"Think you can leave? No chance." Immediately three loose cultivators surrounded them, "Kid, you killed my brother, you must pay with your life."

Among these three loose cultivators, the one who spoke was at the Third Transformation of the Immortal, while the other two were at the Second Transformation of the Immortal.

Wang Xiaoqiang naturally wasn't afraid of them and didn't bother to argue. He raised his Penglai Immortal Sword, bursting with radiance, and commanded, "Stand aside."

The three men exchanged glances and simultaneously brandished their Magic Treasures, rushing towards Wang Xiaoqiang.

Wang Xiaoqiang willed 10,000 Spiritual Springs into his body, his Spiritual Power surging, as he wielded the Penglai Immortal Sword.

Sword Light surged like a wave, charging at the three men.

Instantly, the overwhelming Sword Light engulfed their figures, screams sounded, and out of the radiance splurted three large gushes of blood.

The Sword Light, like a whale swallowing water, absorbed it all back into the Penglai Immortal Sword.

When the radiance faded, three corpses lay on the ground, blood flowing freely.

If he didn't move, he remained still; but once he moved, he killed.

Seeing the young man upstairs not to be trifled with—capable of using his Immortal Sword to kill beyond his level, and so brutally at that—everyone immediately retreated to the first floor, fearing a moment of carelessness might provoke him and directly lead to their untimely demise.

Satisfied, Wang Xiaoqiang sheathed the Penglai Immortal Sword, then released 1,200 Spiritual Springs, dividing them into four batches, with 300 Spiritual Springs per batch, to absorb the True Yuan and Spiritual Power from the four slain loose cultivators.

After absorbing the Spiritual Power of the four, these 1,200 Spiritual Springs returned to Wang Xiaoqiang's body, prompting a division, pff pff pff...

The 1,200 Spiritual Springs split in two, turning into 2,400 Spiritual Springs. With this, the number of Spiritual Springs within Wang Xiaoqiang's body had reached 31,200, and his Spiritual Power had increased further, taking another step toward the Fourth Transformation of the Immortal.

He estimated that once the total number of Spiritual Springs reached 45,000, he could advance to the Fourth Transformation of the Immortal.

Nodding in satisfaction, Wang Xiaoqiang descended the stairs, settled his account, and stepped out of the tavern.

Seeing that the day had darkened, Wang Xiaoqiang found an inn to rest at. The inn was called the White Cloud Inn. Having reached the inn room and sitting on the bed, Wang Xiaoqiang released Yangg Ling, who gave Wang Xiaoqiang a thumbs up, "Domineering!"

"Killing four in one go, won't it cause trouble?" Wang Xiaoqiang said with a bitter smile, concerned.

"On the contrary, if you hadn't killed them, or if you had left any survivors, that would have been troublesome. They would have been relentless. That's how the Rogue Cultivator World is; the more brutal you are, the more people fear you, the weaker you are, the more you are bullied," Yangg Ling explained.

"Haha, it seems I was right to be brutal, and now I'm going to be brutal towards you," Wang Xiaoqiang reached out towards Yangg Ling with a mischievous smile.

"Ah, you're terrible," Yangg Ling gave Wang Xiaoqiang a playful glare, yet she willingly lay down in his arms,...

Yangg Ling's words were not wrong.

Early next morning, a dandy dressed man, accompanied by two followers, arrived at the inn searching for Wang Xiaoqiang.

The young man had achieved the First Transformation of the Immortal in his cultivation, while his two followers were at the level of the Second Transformation of the Immortal. Their cultivation bases were not low, but the young man was exceedingly polite to Wang Xiaoqiang. Upon meeting, he clasped his fist in greeting and said, "I am Xia Junjie, the Young City Lord of White Cloud City. I've long admired your reputation, Young Hero, and specially invite you to my residence for a modest drink... I wonder if Young Hero would do me the honor?"

Wang Xiaoqiang hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Wouldn't that be too much trouble?"

"There's no need for modesty, Young Hero, please," Xia Junjie gestured with a hand for Wang Xiaoqiang to follow.

Wang Xiaoqiang, without hesitation, took Yangg Ling with him and left the inn with the three men.

The four descended from Heavenly Street, landing in a large city with a radius of a hundred miles below them: White Cloud City, a power hub for Rogue Cultivators.

As it turned out, Xia Junjie was the third son of Xia Hou, the Lord of White Cloud City. The four landed at the gates of White Cloud City, and as Xia Junjie led the way, he asked, "May I inquire as to the respected name of Young Hero?"

"Uh, my name is Wang Xiaoqiang, and this is my woman, Yangg Ling." Wang Xiaoqiang answered, looking up to see the city's name engraved above the gates—White Cloud City.

The city walls stood several dozen feet high, with sword-wearing guards at the gates, their vigilant gaze scrutinizing everyone who entered and exited the city.

As Xia Junjie walked Wang Xiaoqiang and his companion through the city gates, the guards bearing swords knelt on the ground, their attitude extremely respectful.

This level of treatment was only afforded to the master of the City Lord's Mansion.

Within White Cloud City, there was a bustling crowd, lively and bustling.

Wang Xiaoqiang noticed that White Cloud City bore a resemblance to ancient Huaxia, with individuals dressed in wide robes and long sleeves, while women sported towering hairstyles, adorned in gold and silver, their waists cinched.

Shops lined the streets all around.

There were stores, taverns, and brothels. It was all available.

As they walked past a brothel, the ladies inside waved their handkerchiefs at Xia Junjie and called out, "Oh, Young City Lord, do come in; the ladies have been thinking of you."

"Young City Lord, we have missed you so."

Xia Junjie glanced at them, ignored them completely, frowned slightly, and a look of disgust crossed his face.

Finally, Xia Junjie led Wang Xiaoqiang and his companion to the front of a grand and luxurious compound. The large signboard above its entrance read—Xia Mansion.

"Young Master Wang, Lady Yangg, please come in," Xia Junjie said, leading them inside.

Upon entering the compound, they could see it was expansive, with pavilions, towers, winding corridors, and numerous servants and maidservants scurrying about, all bowing their heads submissively in a display of utmost respect.

Wang Xiaoqiang noticed that the Xia Family's residence was even more lavish than the Yans Family's.

Xia Junjie led the two to the main hall.

He invited them to sit down, then instructed the servants to prepare food and drink.

Wang Xiaoqiang said, "Young Master Xia, your invitation to us couldn't be just for hospitality, could it?"

Xia Junjie replied, "Young Master Wang, I heard about your fame at the Heavenly Street Tavern yesterday and was eager to make your acquaintance... Please stay here for the time being. Once I ascend to the position of City Lord, I will grant you two a separate residence... How does that sound?"

"No one should accept rewards without merit," Wang Xiaoqiang said. "You might as well speak plainly. What is it that you want from us?"

Xia Junjie suddenly lowered his voice and said, "To be honest, my father Xia Hou is seriously ill and won't live much longer. He has chosen to pass on the position of City Lord to me, but now, all three of my brothers are vying for the position. They are currently recruiting soldiers and hiring experts, waiting for my father's last breath to snatch my inheritance..."

"I understand," Wang Xiaoqiang said. "But there's one thing I'd like to know—if it comes to a fight with your brothers, will you be able to do it?"

Xia Junjie laughed, a somewhat sinister laugh, and in an even lower voice said, "There's no kinship in politics. I will certainly not show mercy when the time comes. I think if I were to fall into their hands, they would show me no mercy either..."

"Hmm," Wang Xiaoqiang nodded. "However, if my abilities prove limited, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you..."

"It's okay, just do your best when the time comes," Xia Junjie said, and clapped his hands. Immediately, two people carried over a large chest, placed it in the middle of the hall, and opened it to reveal what was inside: a chest filled with Demon Crystals, nearly more than fifty of them.

Yangg Ling couldn't help but be startled by the sight of so many Demon Crystals.

Wang Xiaoqiang, however, appeared unfazed and smiled faintly. "What is the meaning of this, Young Master Xia?"

Xia Junjie said, "Young Master Wang, please accept this small token of my regard. I hope you can make a breakthrough in the near future, so you can demonstrate your prowess... and support me. Once I secure the position of City Lord, I will not forget to reward you handsomely."

"Alright!" Wang Xiaoqiang agreed without hesitation.

With a mere thought, he transferred all the Demon Crystals from the chest into his Sumeru Ring.

Shortly after, the food and drink were served.

Xia Junjie personally poured wine, accompanying the two while they dined.

During the meal, Xia Junjie detailed the power structure of the City Lord's Mansion and the strengths of his three brothers to Wang Xiaoqiang.

It turned out that White Cloud City was vast; in addition to the main city, there were two large subsidiary cities. Each subsidiary city had to pay taxes to the main city, and the residents within White Cloud City's jurisdiction also had to pay taxes. White Cloud City was like a small kingdom, and the Lord of White Cloud City was akin to the leader of this nation.

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