Loose cultivators and orthodox cultivators are natural enemies, incompatible as fire and water, and whenever they meet, they will inevitably clash, fighting to the death.

However, in general, without careful scrutiny, it is difficult for loose cultivators to distinguish orthodox cultivators. Otherwise, Fang Qiu would have immediately fled upon discovering that Heavenly River City was the turf of loose cultivators.

As it turns out, a few orthodox cultivators entering the territories of loose cultivators can go unnoticed; otherwise, Wang Xiaoqiang's group wouldn't have crossed the street smoothly or entered the tavern to dine without incident.

The power structure in the Rogue Cultivator World isn't large; the highest rank is the City Lord. There's no king, nor emperor; naturally, without a king or emperor, there are no commandery princesses or princesses.

But now, suddenly someone mentioned a "princess," which immediately aroused suspicion among the loose cultivators.

Any loose cultivator who heard the word "princess" turned to look, and upon a careful look, Wang Xiaoqiang's group of ten quickly exposed their identities.

However, Wang Xiaoqiang's table had profound cultivation bases, so although the loose cultivators recognized their identities, they merely stared at them with hostile eyes, alert and vigilant without moving rashly.

No one dared to act impulsively.

Princess Hua Shao was being stared at by numerous glances, feeling discomfort as if pricked in the back, thoroughly uneasy, and couldn't help glaring at Wang Xiaoqiang, blaming him for his loose tongue.

Fang Qiu's expression slightly changed, his gaze flashed, and his divine sense scanned the room full of tavern guests. Although most were loose cultivators, their cultivation levels weren't very high, with the highest being merely the First Soldier Realm of the Immortal Sage.

Seeing this, Fang Qiu quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, those loose cultivators didn't relax; over ten orthodox cultivators at the Immortal Sage level entered the territory of loose cultivators, and one woman among them might even be of princess status, which couldn't help but make them tense.

It's a significant matter that must be reported to the City Lord of Heavenly River City.

This is exactly what Fang Qiu and the group feared. If their identities were spread, the entire city might seal up, making escape impossible.

The key point is there is a noble princess in this group, and if the Empire Princess falls into the hands of these loose cultivators, she would certainly become a bargaining chip for them to blackmail the Empire. It might even result in ceding territory or handing over a large amount of cultivation resources, which would be a substantial loss for the entire Empire.

Wang Xiaoqiang, seeing that the loose cultivators were staring at them intently, abruptly stood up, swept his gaze around, and shouted, "Why the hell are you looking? Head down and eat!"

Wang Xiaoqiang's shout was quite commanding, immediately making those loose cultivators avert their gaze and bow their heads to eat.

Fang Qiu shot a glance at Wang Xiaoqiang, feeling a bit that he was too ostentatious, but since things had come to this point, if he didn't act ostentatiously and arrogantly, he wouldn't be able to intimidate these loose cultivators, so he didn't stop him.

Wang Xiaoqiang sat down again but expanded his divine sense, enveloping the entire tavern.

At this moment, the dishes arrived, with the shop attendant nervously placing the food and drinks, his hands trembling, after all, the strength of these ten orthodox cultivators was too overpowering for an ordinary person like him, making him instinctively nervous and scared.

After placing the dishes and drinks, as the shop attendant was about to leave, Wang Xiaoqiang suddenly turned to stare at him, locking him in place with his divine sense.

The shop attendant was immobilized as if struck by a Body Immobilization Technique, unable to move, shaking with fear, with huge beads of sweat pouring down, he pleaded, "Merciful hero, spare me, I'm merely a shop attendant with no cultivation, with elders and children to support, please show mercy."

"Did I say I would kill you?" Wang Xiaoqiang retorted as he said, reaching out to pat the shop attendant's shoulder, gentle like an elder.

"No, no. I wrongly assumed, I was foolish," the shop attendant quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Wang Xiaoqiang did not release his divine sense and sternly warned the shop attendant, "Go, tell the tavern owner and all staff, if anyone leaks our identity, their whole family will perish!"

At this moment, Wang Xiaoqiang had none of his previous elegance and appearance of a student from Yueyang; he was entirely a fierce madman-like figure.

The shop attendant who had just sighed in relief suddenly tensed again, shivering, muttered, "I don't dare, I don't dare, I'll immediately inform the owner and all colleagues, absolutely no slip of the tongue will occur..."

"Yes, you're smart, a smart shop attendant!" Wang Xiaoqiang released his divine sense, pushed the shop attendant, who was propelled directly to the kitchen door, where he landed steadily without a scratch,

The shop attendant with no cultivation, a mere mortal, broke out in cold sweat from Wang Xiaoqiang's push, thinking he'd lost his life, yet upon landing found himself still alive, quickly touched his body, seeing all parts intact, he let out a long sigh of relief, looking pale as a candle, drenched in sweat, as if utterly exhausted.

Wang Xiaoqiang's domineering demeanor angered and intimidated the loose cultivators greatly. At this time, they all pretended to bury their heads in eating, though their eyes would still furtively glance over, assessing the group of ten, assessing Princess Hua Shao.

Some lustful loose cultivators, upon seeing the nationally beautiful Princess Hua Shao, were lost in admiration, further confirming their belief that Princess Hua Shao was indeed the Empire's Princess.

Suddenly a table of loose cultivators stood up to settle the bill and leave. Judging by the half-eaten meals on their table, it was clear they weren't leaving because they were full, but for other reasons.

Fang Qiu's expression changed considerably, telling the other nine, "It seems this meal won't be finished today."

"No issue. Leaving now would be unwise," Wang Xiaoqiang said as he abruptly stood up again, enveloped that table of departing loose cultivators with his divine sense, and shouted, "Get back and finish your meal!"

The loose cultivators at that table planned to report Wang Xiaoqiang's orthodox group to the City Lord's Mansion, hoping to capture and reward them. Especially, there was high suspicion of an Empire Princess among them, which could lead to enormous gains if true.

Though the table of guests didn't have high cultivation, seeing Wang Xiaoqiang so tyrannical on their turf, they panicked. One middle-aged loose cultivator pointed at Wang Xiaoqiang, accusing, "Who are you to control even our meals...that's just unreasonable?!"

"When once the sun is high and fields are plowed, every grain is hard-earned," Wang Xiaoqiang astonishingly recited a poem, then spoke, "Each grain and meal is arduously grown by farmers, appreciate its difficulty. If you don't finish, it goes to waste, squandering food. I merely educate you on behalf of the farmers, instructing and reasoning..."

The Immortal Realm is a cultivation world, venerating martial power, not literature, thus producing little good poetry. Wang Xiaoqiang's poetic prowess and reasoning surprised the guests, including the other loose cultivators, stunned by a well-read orthodox cultivator!

Not only the loose cultivators, but even the other nine at the table were impressed by Wang Xiaoqiang's poetic talent and reasoning, startled by his wit, gradually shifting their allegiance from Fang Qiu to Wang Xiaoqiang.

Despite Wang Xiaoqiang's eloquence, the loose cultivators weren't fully convinced. The middle-aged one contemptuously said, "Nonsense, makes no sense to me. I paid for the food, wasting is natural, no one can meddle! Ignore him, let's leave!"

The middle-aged cultivator spoke, waving his hand, leading his brothers hurriedly towards the door.

Wang Xiaoqiang's brows furrowed angrily, producing the Heaven and Earth Whip, which swiftly snaked out, binding the group of loose cultivators tightly.

Seven loose cultivators, bound like a bunch of locusts. There's a certain comedy to it. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read at m.qidian.com.)

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