Bang!

The Patterned Beast collided with Huan Qingyi's avatar.

Although the Patterned Beast was large and immensely strong, the disparity in strength between the two was too great.

So with that collision,

The Patterned Beast was sent flying backwards.

Yet this collision also momentarily halted Huan Qingyi's advance.

By the time Huan Qingyi's avatar regained her composure, she found that Wang Xiaoqiang had vanished without a trace. Humiliated and angry, Huan Qingyi's avatar immediately released her Divine Sense to sweep through the bustling streets below.

However, she could find no trace of him.

Wang Xiaoqiang had expelled all of the Spiritual Spring within him, and at that moment, he was just a man without any cultivation base, blending into the crowd. Finding him was like looking for a needle in the ocean.

Huan Qingyi, unable to locate Wang Xiaoqiang, shifted her attention to the Patterned Beast, foolishly hoping to trace Wang Xiaoqiang through his Pet Beast. Yet she discovered that the Patterned Beast was actually flying towards the distant horizon.

Seeing this situation, Huan Qingyi's avatar felt a depressing urge to die.

…

After releasing the Spiritual Spring, Wang Xiaoqiang felt relieved. He entered a tavern, ordered wine and dishes, and released Yang Ling from the Sumeru Ring.

Yang Ling, once again seeing daylight, couldn't help but exhale deeply and complained to Wang Xiaoqiang, "Were you trying to suffocate me?"

In the Cultivation Realm, the sudden appearance of a living person was not unusual, but when a woman says to a man, "Were you trying to suffocate me?" it tends to lead to wild speculation. Especially since Yang Ling was quite attractive, and crucially, at that moment, Wang Xiaoqiang looked like a man without any cultivation.

When a beautiful woman utters an ambiguous phrase, it naturally draws attention. If the man beside her seems weak, then she naturally arouses the lust of other men.

The problem was, the other tables in the tavern were occupied by men, and their cultivation bases were not weak—they were all at least at the Fifth Transformation of the Immortal, with one even at the Eighth Transformation.

And, these men had been drinking quite a bit.

Wine fueled lust.

One table of men saw Yang Ling, a beautiful woman, accompanied by Wang Xiaoqiang, a man without any cultivation base. Instantly, they lusted after Yang Ling and surrounded her, holding their wine glasses.

"Little sister, drinking alone is so boring. Come, let us brothers keep you company..." A man, eyeing Yang Ling with a lascivious gaze, said, blatantly disregarding Wang Xiaoqiang's presence.

"Beautiful chick, we brothers are very skilled, we can absolutely make you ecstatic. Want to give it a try..." A rough hulk of a man stretched his hand out toward Yang Ling's delicate chin.

Though using his powers risked alerting Huan Qingyi, Wang Xiaoqiang couldn't stand by and watch his woman being harassed.

With a flutter of his willpower, all the Spiritual Spring outside his body surged back inside. Spiritual Power burst forth, he drew the Penglai Immortal Sword and swept it out in an arc.

Mist of blood rose.

Screams were incessant.

The seven men at the table had their heads severed by the Penglai Immortal Sword.

The seven heads rolled on the ground like balls.

Bumping on the floor, the seven bodies still stood, the rough hulk's right hand still outstretched; if Wang Xiaoqiang had been a moment later, that hand would have touched Yang Ling's chin.

The other patrons all stood up in panic. The scene was too bloody and too bizarre—seemingly a man without any cultivation turned into a True Immortal Realm powerhouse in the blink of an eye. With a single sword strike, he had slain seven men, all above the Fifth Transformation of the Immortal.

The scene was utterly shocking!

All eyes were frozen on Wang Xiaoqiang.

"Are you alright, babe? Here, drink some wine to calm your nerves..." While everyone else was still in shock, Wang Xiaoqiang casually wrapped his arm around Yang Ling's slender waist, seated her, and continued to drink and eat as if nothing extraordinary had happened.

So composed!

However, while Wang Xiaoqiang remained composed, the other patrons could not. In an uproar, everyone bolted toward the exit.

"Hold on." Wang Xiaoqiang suddenly called out.

All the patrons stopped to listen to him.

"Settle your meal tabs before leaving!"

Upon hearing Wang Xiaoqiang's command, the patrons snapped out of it and hurried to the counter to pay their bills. Among them, a well-dressed, portly middle-aged man, while paying, flattered Wang Xiaoqiang, "Young Hero, shall I, I take care of your bill instead?"

Wang Xiaoqiang surprisingly didn't demur and nodded with a smile, "Thank you very much."

"Don't mention it, paying for the Young Hero is probably a blessing I've cultivated over several lifetimes," the middle-aged man was quite eloquent. "If the Young Hero doesn't mind, please honor my humble residence with a visit. I have some excellent items to offer!"

"Hmm, really? That would be nice. I'll go after I finish my meal and drink," Wang Xiaoqiang was still unreserved.

The middle-aged man had merely been polite and hadn't expected Wang Xiaoqiang to accept so readily; delighted, he said, "Young Hero, no offense, but the food and drink here are of poor quality, far inferior to what my residence offers. Why don't we move to my place instead..."

"Uh..." Seeing the poor quality of the meal in front of him, Wang Xiaoqiang stood up and said, "That's a good idea."

"Young Hero, please, this way...," the middle-aged man, overjoyed, led the way like an excited puppy and brought Wang Xiaoqiang to a mansion.

This was just an ordinary household, yet it seemed to be quite well-off. The mansion had pavilions and towers amidst wild grass and trees, winding paths leading to secluded spots, and a pond full of lotus flowers.

The environment was very tranquil.

"Young Hero, please come in." The middle-aged man led Wang Xiaoqiang into a hall, where a maid had already offered tea.

The middle-aged man ordered the maid to prepare the best meal.

As Wang Xiaoqiang sipped tea, he asked, "Now that I'm at your place, I still don't know your honorable name."

The middle-aged man said, "I am surnamed Feng, named Feng Jizu. May I ask for Young Hero's distinguished name?"

"Uh, just call me Wang Xiaoqiang."

"Er, Young Master Wang, judging from the skills you displayed earlier, you must have reached the True Immortal Realm, right?"

"That's right."

"Haha, Young Hero, to have ascended to the True Immortal Realm at such a young age means you truly possess an extraordinary talent!"

"You flatter me," Wang Xiaoqiang replied politely.

As they talked, the meal was served. Wang Xiaoqiang glanced at it and saw that it was indeed much better than the meals in the small taverns, made up of very exquisite dishes.

"Come on, Young Master Wang, let's eat and talk..." Feng Jizu gestured Wang Xiaoqiang to the table, but he did not extend the same courtesy to Yang Ling, seeming almost wary of her, as if he didn't want Yang Ling to sit with them,

Wang Xiaoqiang pulled Yang Ling down to sit and eat together.

Yang Ling didn't mind; she joined Wang Xiaoqiang and began eating and drinking heartily.

However, Feng Jizu ate very little, constantly encouraging Wang Xiaoqiang to drink more.

After the third round of drinks, Wang Xiaoqiang spoke up, "Brother Feng, you've been treating us so well, surely it's not just because you admire my cultivation, right?"

"Haha, I really admire Young Master Wang..." Feng Jizu chuckled, glancing at Yang Ling, his expression suggesting that he was not at liberty to speak freely in her presence.

Wang Xiaoqiang understood his meaning and said to Yang Ling, "Finish eating and go out for a walk."

Yang Ling, catching on, stood up obediently and walked out.

Sure enough, as soon as Yang Ling left, Feng Jizu opened up, saying to Wang Xiaoqiang, "Young Master Wang, to be frank, I invited you over today because I indeed need your help,"

Wang Xiaoqiang said, "Go ahead, if I can help, I certainly won't stand by idly."

"It's like this, Young Master Wang. My ancestors for three generations have had only one male heir per generation. Now in my generation, even though I have many wives and concubines, I am already over fifty and have no sons. There are three unfilial acts, and being without a heir is the greatest. If the lineage were to end with me, I'd be an unfilial descendant. But a fortune-teller told me that my destiny does not include having sons, ah, sometimes one has to believe in fate... Here I am at fifty-five, still with no sons, though daughters I have in abundance..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaoqiang suddenly realized, God damn it, this wasn't another melodrama about asking for his seed, was it?

Just as Wang Xiaoqiang was having such thoughts, Feng Jizu said, "My family for three generations has focused on business, and although we have practiced cultivation, none of us had good Spirit Roots; the fondest wish of my ancestors was for a descendant with exceptional talent."

The more Wang Xiaoqiang listened, the more he suspected it was indeed about borrowing his seed. He said, "Mr. Feng, just speak plainly, I've got things to do."

"Er, Young Master Wang, forgive my rambling. Since that's the case, I'll just say it outright. Young Master Wang, given that you've ascended to the True Immortal Realm at such a young age, you must have an exceptional nature, so could you possibly share your seed..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but give a wry smile. Indeed, it was the melodramatic request for his seed. Back on Earth, in Sanmiao Village, he had been asked for his seed once, and now in the Immortal Realm, someone was asking again. Could his seed really be that desirable?

"Is that so?" Wang Xiaoqiang hesitated. Although he was partial to the idea of being with another man's wife, he would have to see what the woman looked like. If she was of average beauty, Wang Xiaoqiang couldn't be bothered.

To his surprise, at that moment, Feng Jizu as if reading Wang Xiaoqiang's mind, said, "Young Master Wang, hear me out. Although I wish to have your seed, it's not entirely borrowing. I wish for Young Master Wang and my youngest daughter, Feng Mengru, to leave a fine seed for my Feng Family!"

Wang Xiaoqiang laughed when he heard this; it wasn't with his wife but his daughter. This was a windfall indeed.

"Then has your daughter been betrothed to anyone?"

"Not yet, she's an unblemished maiden!"

"And you'd be willing to give up your daughter's happiness?"

"For the sake of my ancestors' bloodline, for a fine seed, what is sacrificing a daughter's happiness? Besides, I have thirty-two daughters!"

"Ah, I see," thought Wang Xiaoqiang. Indeed, this Immortal Realm was as odd as it gets, actually willing to sacrifice a daughter just to bring in a fine seed.

"This..." Wang Xiaoqiang felt a bit embarrassed,

"Is it because your woman won't agree?" Feng Jizu glanced outside.

"Pssh, I'm not bragging, but my woman, she never dares to control me," Wang Xiaoqiang boasted. He called for Yang Ling to come in,

Yang Ling entered and asked, "What's up? Why did you call me?"

Wang Xiaoqiang said, "In a bit, I'm going to bed with a woman. Do you agree?"

Mr. Feng gave a wry smile upon hearing this.

Yang Ling said, "Whether I agree or not is up to you."

Mr. Feng gave Wang Xiaoqiang a thumbs-up in secret, but he then heard Yang Ling continue, "But there's one condition, this woman must be more beautiful than me, otherwise I disagree. It would be too disgraceful for you."

Feng Jizu was completely taken aback upon hearing this. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)

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