Asura Mad Emperor-Chapter 494: Jin Ling Saintess

"I didn't expect to meet the Jin Ling Saintess in this place, seems like fate indeed!"

Upon hearing this voice, the Jin Ling Saintess's face changed dramatically, and she looked towards the entrance of the tavern.

Two divine lights were seen shooting from the distance and arrived at the tavern's entrance momentarily.

It was then that people could clearly see the newcomer was a handsome young man, dressed in a silver battle robe, with an imposing bearing. His black hair danced in the wind, and his eyes shone with piercing brilliance, casually sweeping over the people in the tavern.

It seemed as if there was a Thunder Pool in his eyes, and with just a mere glance, everyone felt their heads spinning, their souls greatly oppressed, as if they were about to leave their bodies.

Following him was another extraordinary young man, with a proud and powerful aura, breathing long and steady. However, in comparison, he appeared somewhat weaker, like the moon outshone by the brightness of a fire. Walking behind the young man in the silver robe, he seemed more like a servant.

"No, this young man looks familiar!"

Suddenly, a weak voice came from inside the tavern.

"Who is he? He seems very impressive," someone nearby curiously asked.

"I remember now, that is the Fifth Prince Wei An of the Jiuxiang Ancient Country. I saw him once from afar when I visited the imperial city of the Jiuxiang Ancient Country three years ago!" the person exclaimed excitedly, recalling.

"The Fifth Prince of Jiuxiang Ancient Country?!" The tavern's patrons suddenly understood.

"No wonder this young man looks so extraordinary! Turns out he's a prince of the Jiuxiang Ancient Country, truly dressed in a silver robe, with Laws manifesting, and at least a Holy Spirit Battle Weapon level magical treasure. Fitting for a prince of the Jiuxiang Ancient Country."

The people in the tavern praised aloud.

"I wasn't talking about the man in front, I meant the one behind, the one that looks like a respectful servant!" The first patron clarified.

"What?"

"You're saying that servant is the prince of Jiuxiang Ancient Country?" The crowd was astonished.

"You must be mistaken. The Fifth Prince of Jiuxiang Ancient Country, with such status, is the protagonist wherever he goes. How could he possibly be serving someone else?" A patron retorted.

"Absolutely sure, I swear on my soul! This youth looks exactly like the Fifth Prince of Jiuxiang Ancient Country!" the first person insisted firmly.

Seeing him make such a solemn oath, the crowd finally believed him, and were also quite shocked in their hearts. Although they had seen Gongsun Qu fawning over the Jin Ling Saintess, following her around obsequiously, they still couldn't understand for a moment.

Gongsun Qu was merely a martial king's heir, and with the Jin Ling Saintess's stunning beauty, it could be explained why he was so subservient.

But.

Wei An, as the Fifth Prince of the Jiuxiang Ancient Country, who among his peers could make him act like this?

"What identity does this silver-robed young man possess, to have the Fifth Prince of Jiuxiang Ancient Country acting as a servant!"

While everyone was speculating,

At this moment, Qinchuan's eyes suddenly sharpened, shooting forth a blazing brightness. With a flick of his hand, the newly poured cup of hot wine turned into a streak of light, a hint of Emperor Soul surging within it, mixed into the wine and unexpectedly splashed on the face of the silver-robed youth.

Instantly, the handsome face of the silver-robed youth became as swollen as Gongsun Qu's, resembling a pig's head.

"You've arrived, so why make such a fuss?" Qinchuan eyed him disdainfully, speaking indifferently.

Then, glancing at Gongsun Qu, he said coldly, "You there, tell him what I hate the most when I'm drinking."

"How dare you! To treat the Young Master so!" The Fifth Prince Wei An of the Jiuxiang Ancient Country snapped out of his surprise, seething with rage, his murderous intent erupting. With a divine skill in his hand, he lashed out towards Qinchuan.

With a flick of Qinchuan's finger, all the wine in his jug, as if alive, flew out, and without missing a drop, it splashed onto the Fifth Prince Wei An's face.

"Snap!" Another crisp sound rang out, and Wei An's face had turned into a pig's head!

"..."

"What the hell?"

"Am I seeing things?"

"Did that kid just throw another glass of wine?"

Everyone was stunned. Just a second ago, they were speculating about the youth's extraordinary identity, and the next second, without any explanation, Qinchuan had thrown two glasses of wine, leaving none spared—not the Fifth Prince nor the youth in silver robes.

And the reason was simply because he found them too noisy?

"Is this guy really afraid of no one?"

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After all, Gongsun Qu was the martial prince, privy to some secrets. He knew that the Jin Ling Saintess had a special identity and, upon seeing her treat Qinchuan with utmost respect, he had already deduced that Qinchuan's identity was anything but simple, and he harbored no further ulterior motives.

So, when he recognized the Fifth Prince Wei An, he knew the youth in silver robes must be like the Jin Ling Saintess, someone from the Upper Realm.

He had been splashed with wine first and then swept out by the Jin Ling Saintess with great displeasure. But now, seeing the silver-robed youth and the Fifth Prince of Jiuxiang Ancient Country both humbled by Qinchuan's hand, he felt a certain sense of balance restored.

At this moment, he obediently answered, "The Young Master detests noise while drinking!"

"Elder, this is the Young Master of the Silver Clan, Yin Yuexuan!" The Jin Ling Saintess, too, was shocked by the sudden turn of events, and it was only moments later that she explained through voice transmission.

The silver-robed youth, having been doused with a glass of wine by Qinchuan, stood there stunned, for a good ten breaths of time.

He, the prestigious Young Master of the Silver Clan, who could command attention in the Upper Realm and was revered everywhere he went, with no one daring to slight him, had now, in the Lower Realm, had his face splashed with wine and swollen like a pig's head.

Recovering from his shock, Yin Yuexuan exploded in rage, bellowing furiously, "Ah... you damn brat, you're dead!"

Just as he was about to make his move, he suddenly caught a sidelong glance from Qinchuan, who said indifferently,

"Hmph, just the Silver Clan, nothing more. In the past, the old ancestor of the Silver Clan, Yin Ao, was chased from the Southern Heavenly Gate to the Land of God's Burial, hiding in the Dead Man's Pit for a total of ten days and nights, not daring to say a single word. If that old man had said one more word like this brat did, the Silver Clan wouldn't be here today."

Qinchuan casually cleaned his ears as he spoke slowly and deliberately.

He didn't mean to provoke Yin Yuexuan specifically, but he was in the midst of an important conversation with the Jin Ling Saintess and found the interruption by this youth particularly annoying, so he simply splashed a glass of wine in response.

Upon hearing this, Yin Yuexuan, who was ready to unleash his Divine Skills, suddenly halted, the radiant divine light in his hand forcibly ceasing.

"You... who are you? How do you know the old ancestor's name, and how do you know about that incident!"

"What this young master is called, you can ask your ancestor Yin Ao when you get back, if he's still alive," Qinchuan said, casting him a sideways glance.

Yin Yuexuan's face showed an uncertain look.

Before coming to the Lower Realm, he had memorized the disciples coming to Dongju Continent from various families, and Qinchuan was not among them.

Plus, he sensed that Qinchuan's Realm was truly that of the Dao Palace Realm, with no fakery, so at first, he thought Qinchuan was just a Cultivator from the Lower Realm.

Now, suddenly hearing Qinchuan mention the incident that had greatly tarnished the Silver Clan's reputation in the past, he immediately realized that Qinchuan's identity was also not simple, and thus started to reassess Qinchuan anew.

"No traces of suppressing one's Realm, it's indeed the true Dao Palace Realm, isn't it!"

Yin Yuexuan's head was in a whirl.

Like the Jin Ling Saintess, he too had not found any traces of Qinchuan suppressing his Realm.