My husband Can Cultivate

"Yingjun, don’t listen to him. In my eyes, you are the most handsome man in this world," Li Qiuyu said, trying to comfort Shengdai Yingjun.

"Wow! Li Qiuyu, that’s disgusting," Yang Qi scoffed. "I really have to hand it to you, being able to say something so insincere. Truly impressive! You’ve got more guts than your sister. At least the women she picks look decent. What kind of creature did you pick up? Are you trying to act out ’Beauty and the Beast’ for me?"

"Alright, Yingjun, you and President Li should both leave. Since we can’t negotiate, leave this to us." A dark expression crossed Shengong Jiunan’s face. Our emotions are being completely manipulated by him.

"I’m leaving it to you, Director Shengong! You have to slaughter this kid!" Shengdai Yingjun roared.

"Don’t be so hasty. We still have to let him witness our ’Wedding of the Century’," said Li Qiuyu.

"Fine then, just don’t kill him. He can watch from a wheelchair!" Shengdai Yingjun relented.

Then, he led his company’s men out of the private room. Inside, only Shengong Jiunan and his six companions remained. These seven were all true masters.

"Kid, I’ll ask you one last time. Do you want to talk this out civilly?" Shengong Jiunan asked coldly.

"Talk about what? I’ve already stated my four conditions clearly. Pass them on!" Yang Qi laughed.

"Kid, you’re really courting death!" A bald youth with strange tattoos on his head stepped out from among the seven men.

"Iron Heart, make him kneel and apologize to me! How dare a piece of trash from Kappa Country act so audaciously on the soil of our Dragon Country!" Yang Qi commanded, picking up his teacup and drinking leisurely, as if none of this had anything to do with him.

"Heh heh, don’t worry, Boss! I’ll definitely make him kneel!" Iron Heart then crooked a finger. "Make your move, grandson. Luckily, this room is big enough!"

"Die!" the bald Samurai roared and charged at Iron Heart.

"Kneel!" Iron Heart sneered, leaping into the air like a hawk pouncing on a rabbit. He threw a punch at the bald man.

A violent Fist Power condensed in the air and smashed mercilessly toward the bald Samurai. The Samurai’s expression changed drastically. The moment they clashed, he knew he was completely insignificant before Iron Heart. Panicked, he drew his katana, attempting to block the attack. Unfortunately for him, Iron Heart was now a Seventh-Rank Great Grandmaster. This bald Samurai was a mere Fourth-Rank Great Grandmaster. The gap was simply too vast! Moreover, Iron Heart’s strength had been built by absorbing heavenly treasures. Each advancement made him far more formidable than other Martial Artists.

BOOM!

The Fist Power crashed down like a falling mountain. With a THUD, the bald Samurai was forced to his knees, completely subdued.

"Insolence!"

"Damn it!"

"You’re finished!"

On Shengong Jiunan’s side, only three people held back. The rest all attacked, vowing to make Iron Heart suffer the consequences.

"Hahahaha, a bunch of weaklings! All of you, kneel!" Iron Heart was on a roll. After all, having just broken through, he desperately needed a battle to demonstrate his formidable new Combat Power and get a feel for it. His golden fist smashed out again, the force of it making the air crackle with a terrifying roar. The powerful Fist Power enveloped the three attackers.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The three of them were sent flying simultaneously, spitting up mouthfuls of blood and cutting a miserable figure. These three were stronger than the first to attack—one was a Seventh-Rank Great Grandmaster and the other two were Fifth-Rank Great Grandmasters—but they were still hopelessly outmatched by Iron Heart.

"A Seventh-Rank Great Grandmaster? No wonder you’re so confident," Shengong Jiunan muttered, stunned. I’ve always heard that the boss behind Qifei Group had outstanding Combat Power, but this Iron Heart doesn’t seem to be him. Still, a Seventh-Rank Great Grandmaster is definitely a top-tier master in Jingnan Prefecture. Even the Heavenly Dog Society doesn’t have many who can reach this level. Why is someone like this here? Does the tiny Qifei Group have some kind of secret?

"You three, kneel too!" After knocking them back, Iron Heart had no intention of stopping and charged again, determined to make them kneel as well.

"Enough!" one of the men beside Shengong Jiunan suddenly roared, his figure blurring as he shot forward with astonishing speed, fast as a lightning bolt.

In the next instant, he was in front of Iron Heart.

BANG!

His punch collided with Iron Heart’s. The next moment, Iron Heart was sent flying. He was a Seventh-Rank Great Grandmaster who trained both his physical body and his Inner Strength—the so-called external training of muscles, bones, and skin, and internal training of one’s breath—yet he had been sent flying by a single blow.

"An Eighth-Rank Great Grandmaster? Not bad. The Heavenly Dog Society truly lives up to its name, filled with so many masters! Iron Heart, go sit and rest. I’ll take it from here." Yang Qi was ready to act. He stood up, looked at Shengong Jiunan’s group of three, and said, "All three of you, come at me together. Otherwise, this won’t be interesting!"

"Arrogant!" The man who had injured Iron Heart roared in fury. To think Yang Qi looked down on them—it was a tremendous insult. He roared again, took a step, and instantly appeared before Yang Qi. His massive fist thundered toward Yang Qi’s heart, intending to kill him with a single punch to prove his own strength.

Facing the ferocious aura, Yang Qi just smiled and casually flicked a finger. A beam of sword light shot out.

PSST!

The sword light pierced the opponent’s fist without any resistance, splattering blood. Only then did the man let out a scream of agony. He staggered backward, crashing into several tables and chairs. Staring at his own fist, his face was a mask of utter shock. His Combat Power was definitely comparable to an Eighth-Rank Great Grandmaster, yet he had been wounded in a single move by Yang Qi. It was simply inconceivable.

Shengong Jiunan was also surprised. For the first time since the meeting began, his composure finally cracked, his eyes filled with disbelief. How can he be this strong? He looks to be barely in his twenties, yet he injured that Samurai with just a casual flick of his finger!

"I told you, you’re not good enough. You three should just attack together," Yang Qi said mockingly, taking a relaxed sip of tea and wagging his finger.

"I just underestimated you! I refuse to believe that with my years of cultivation, I can’t even beat a brat like you! Go down!" the Samurai roared in fury, his aura visibly intensifying. Whatever technique he used was quite impressive, making him significantly stronger than before.

Unfortunately for him, such a trick was nothing in Yang Qi’s eyes. Yang Qi shook his head and threw a simple punch of his own.

BANG!

With just one strike, the Samurai grunted and was sent flying once more. He spewed blood in mid-air, his face deathly pale. He crashed to the ground, unable to get back up.

"Is this the elite of the Heavenly Dog Society? Pathetically weak." Yang Qi spat disdainfully.

PFFT! Hearing this, the Samurai was so enraged he coughed up another mouthful of blood. It was one thing for him to be humiliated, but for the Heavenly Dog Society to be shamed along with him was infuriating. They had been practicing Martial Arts since childhood and had always looked down on the Martial Artists of Jingnan Prefecture. But today, to be defeated by a young man in his twenties... the frustration was overwhelming.