The Invincible Supreme Medical God-Chapter 1112 - 590: Flicking the Sleeve
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The middle-aged man brushed his sleeve lightly, causing a gust of wind. "Yan Xiaobao," he said with a manic twist, "it's a huge honor that the young master of my clan asked you to pay him a visit. Do you know how many people wish they could extend their formal greetings? You—"
Before he could finish, his face flickered, and he jumped back. But he was just a bit too slow. Yan Xiaobao appeared directly in front of him, extending his palm.
"How dare you!" The man's cultivation base was at the ninth level of Qi Condensation, and he unleashed all his power while forming the spell gesture for countless Wind Blades. However, even as the Wind Blades appeared before him, Yan Xiaobao's palm shattered them like twigs. They couldn't even provide the slightest protection.
The palm moved forward, with almost nothing trying to stop it, and landed on the man's face almost instantly.
A slapping sound rang out, followed by a scream. The middle-aged man staggered back thirty meters or more before finally coming to a stop.
Just like that, Yan Xiaobao flicked his sleeve arrogantly with a snort. "You're not even as strong as Chen Heng. No wonder you're such a fool! Don't mess with me!"
The man looked back at Yan Xiaobao in shock. He was clearly trembling, his cheeks already swelling up. Blood seeped from his teeth as he quickly fled.
After the man left, Yan Xiaobao squinted towards Qian Dajin's Immortal Cave. He was the type of person who feared death, so if someone tried to kill him, he would retaliate no matter what.
If Qian Dajin sought help from Shangguan Tianyou, it wouldn't matter; Yan Xiaobao had no way to let him off the hook. Though Yan Xiaobao's recent actions in the sect seemed somewhat casual, he had actually conducted a thorough investigation of Qian Dajin long ago.
"Do you think you can hide there?" he thought. "Do you think I can't make you show your face?" With a cold snort, he turned and left.
Given his current situation, what happened next was not surprising. A jade appeared from the Hall of Justice, bearing a task. It took a while before it entered Qian Dajin's Immortal Cave and hovered before him.
Just like what happened with Yan Xiaobao. Qian Dajin was forced to accept a very dangerous task outside the sect. A bitter smile appeared on his face as he realized he had no choice but to hide away to carry out the task... but he still held onto the hope that outside the sect, he could avoid calamity.
Unfortunately, he underestimated Bai Xiaochun's timeliness for revenge. Several such tasks had already been assigned to Qian Dajin, plus he had enlisted Hou Yunfei's help. With the Hou Clan having a Foundation Stage Clan Leader and gaining other deep reserves, considering Yan Xiaobao's importance, coupled with Hou Yunfei and Hou Xiaomei's urgences, they had become powerful allies.
With the Hou Family's assistance, in the process of attempting to execute the task, it's a clear fact that Qian Dajin would face misfortune.
The Judicial Hall wasn't ignorant of what happened to Qian Dajin and how it led to Yan Xiaobao's downfall. However, though the news was never publicized, internal records were maintained. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
Now that Yan Xiaobao is back and wants to settle accounts, they have little means to stop him. In fact, it's almost as though they owed him, just letting him do what he wanted. Most importantly, some people already assumed Qian Dajin was dead. In a remote path near the top of Green Crest Peak, there was a solitary little road. At the end of that road was a pool with several golden yellow fish swimming inside.
Beside the pond was an Immortal Cave. It was a somewhat distant and isolated place, very quiet, abundant with spiritual energy, clearly surpassing anything nearby.
Sitting by the pond was a young man. He wore the robes of an Outer Disciple, looking very handsome, with black hair, fair skin, and an air of elegance and intelligence.
He was a young man who made the female disciples constantly sigh, with Phoenix-like eyes that were subtle yet gleaming with a bright allure. Overall, he seemed entirely unique.
He now held a fishing rod, occasionally tossing it into the pool, and the fish competed greedily to swallow the bait attached to the end.
The middle-aged man whom Yan Xiaobao had just slapped hurriedly walked up the path, his face pale. As he reached the end, he slowed down, clasped his hands respectfully, and bowed to the young man.
"Greetings, young Master," he said through gritted teeth. "Young Master, Yan Xiaobao doesn't know how to appreciate favor. I carefully conveyed your message, but rather than offering greetings, he took on an overbearing and domineering attitude. He thinks he can throw his weight around without consequence!"
The young man glanced over, his expression seemingly conflicted. "Well," he said calmly, "then forget it. He's no man. I probably just whimsically wanted him to come to ask questions."
The man nodded. "I think I understand what you mean, young Master. The reason he's no man is that the status of a Reputation Disciple is only given to the dead, right? Also, as the Junior Brother of the Sect Leader, he's a complete joke. In fact, his master is practically a corpse." The man laughed coldly for a moment, but then trembled as he realized the young man was staring at him with a cold expression. Suddenly, the middle-aged man grew terrified. "Young... young Master..."
