My husband Can Cultivate

The geniuses from the Hidden Dragon Club had indeed heard about the Tang Family of Sea City and the Tianhai Association. However, they believed they were only dealing with a minor figure and wouldn’t offend the boss of the Star Shining Society. What they didn’t know was that they had just run right into him.

"You’re finished! You’re dead for sure!"

"Kid, you will definitely pay the price for what you’ve done!"

"We’ll make sure you die without a grave!"

They couldn’t defeat Yang Qi, but their families had martial arts experts. They refused to believe he could remain so brazen and arrogant in front of those masters.

"If I were you, I would shut my mouth right now instead of babbling on like this."

Yang Qi walked over and kicked the one who was speaking, sending him flying into a car. The man passed out on impact. The others were instantly scared silent, not daring to utter another word.

This Yang Qi wasn’t just powerful, he was ruthless, seemingly unafraid of any retaliation. He was truly formidable.

"A moment ago, you wanted me to kneel and apologize, right? Now, I’ll let go of anyone who kneels and apologizes to me. Otherwise, you will all die here."

His ferocious expression was like that of a savage beast choosing its prey. Frightened, these young masters who had been raised in the lap of luxury completely lost the courage to continue defying Yang Qi. One by one, they climbed up from the ground and knelt respectfully.

They were high and mighty young masters, renowned members of the Hidden Dragon Club. But now, they were kneeling before someone. It was a disgrace—a monumental disgrace! They were on the verge of losing their minds.

"You’re not kneeling?" Yang Qi suddenly turned to Zheng Bunai and sneered.

"I don’t believe you dare to kill me," Zheng Bunai shouted with false bravado.

"Is that so? Then let’s find out."

Yang Qi advanced on Zheng Bunai. A terrifying, murderous aura enveloped him, causing him to tremble uncontrollably as a warm liquid streamed down his legs. In Zheng Bunai’s eyes, Yang Qi was no longer human; he was a great, drooling tiger with glaring eyes stalking toward him. The fear made his entire body go limp, and he instinctively dropped to his knees.

He had people he was afraid of, like the top three members of the Hidden Dragon Club, but he had never felt terror like this. Compared to Yang Qi, those three seemed as harmless as smiling little girls.

"Weren’t you refusing to kneel? Why are you on your knees now? How boring," Yang Qi said, looking down on Zheng Bunai with a meaningful smile.

"I... I’m kneeling now! Please don’t kill me!" Not only did Zheng Bunai kneel, but he also began to beg for mercy.

"I can spare you, but you were too slow to kneel. You still need a lesson."

With that, Yang Qi kicked Zheng Bunai squarely in the abdomen. He flew backward and was wedged into the already dented car, getting stuck.

"ARGH—!"

A scream like a slaughtered pig echoed down the long street. Zheng Bunai felt like he was dying. If not for his martial arts training and his bit of skill, that kick truly could have killed him.

Yang Qi raised his fist once more.

Terrified, Zheng Bunai began to shout frantically, "No, no, please! Stop! One more hit and I’ll die!"

At that moment, all his previous arrogance and haughtiness had vanished. In front of Yang Qi, he had been reduced to a total wimp.

Yang Qi’s fist halted. He smiled and said, "What a disappointment. I thought you could hold out a little longer. I’m warning you, don’t come near anyone associated with me again. If something like this happens again, I promise you, your death won’t be a pleasant one. Of course, you can still come after me. I’ve been rather bored lately and could use some pocket money. Speaking of money, you just scared off all the customers, so you should pay for their meals, right? I won’t ask for much. Just one hundred million."

"One hundred million!"

Hearing this, the Hidden Dragon Club members were all stunned. This was outright robbery! Even if they paid for everyone’s bill, it would amount to two or three thousand at most. But who dared to object? No one did.

Zheng Bunai obediently transferred one hundred million to Yang Qi.

Yang Qi patted Zheng Bunai’s cheek and said with a smile, "You’re welcome to come give me money any time." Then, he turned and walked back into the restaurant.

"An ambulance! Call an ambulance!" Zheng Bunai cried out. "I’m fucking dying from the pain!"

He was genuinely terrified, feeling an agony that wracked his entire body.

Inside the restaurant, Yang Qi sat down and wolfed down his food. Though he was a Cultivator, his energy consumption was greater, so he required more sustenance. In this era, Immortal Herbs and similar fruits were scarce, Immortal Beasts were nonexistent, and the Golden Eagle Meat was long gone. He could only rely on ordinary meals to sate his hunger, which naturally meant he ate a lot more.

"What about those guys?" Li Qingyan asked curiously.

"They left," Yang Qi said with a laugh. "Such good people. Traveling all this way to Thunder City just to give me money. It would have been rude of me not to accept."

He saw the owner emerge and smiled. "That gentleman from earlier said he’d cover the tabs for everyone who dined and dashed. How much is it? I’ll settle it now, along with my table."

"Young man, you’re something else!" the restaurant owner beamed. For a small business, a loss of several thousand would have meant a whole day’s work for nothing.

"It’s a little over two thousand. You can just pay two thousand," the owner said.

Yang Qi transferred three thousand. "Consider the rest compensation."

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" The owner was so moved he was nearly in tears.

"Don’t just thank me," Yang Qi smiled. "Bring a few more dishes. I’m still not full."

"No problem! Right away!" The owner happily instructed the kitchen to prepare more food.

After the meal, Yang Qi glanced at Iron Heart and said, "You’ve worked hard recently. Protect Ms. Li well. These are turbulent times; do not let anything happen to her."

"Don’t worry, boss," Iron Heart nodded.

「In the hospital.」

Zheng Bunai, finally stabilized after receiving emergency treatment, sat on his bed while a nurse administered an IV drip. Suddenly, he felt a sharp, piercing pain.

He instantly flew into a rage. Grabbing the nearby IV stand, he hurled it at the nurse, striking her and drawing blood from her head.

"Are you trying to fucking kill me? Were you sent by that bastard?" Zheng Bunai roared.

Hearing the shouts, Feng Wencai and the others rushed in. Though they were also injured, their wounds were nowhere near as severe as Zheng Bunai’s, whose internal organs had been bleeding. Seeing the injured nurse, they didn’t dare to intervene. Zheng Bunai was a lunatic who would strike anyone in a fit of rage.

Eventually, hospital doctors rushed in and managed to restrain him.