My husband Can Cultivate

Thinking of this, Vice-President Ding hurriedly called Zheng Bunai. However, Zheng Bunai’s phone had been smashed to pieces, and he couldn’t be reached. Vice-President Ding was frantic. Zheng Bunai hired so many experts to go after the Star Shining Society’s boss... he’s a dead man!

"Alright, don’t panic. I’ll go take a look," Ye Feng said. "Hopefully, I can stop them. Otherwise, this won’t be good for the Star Shining Society or the major clans of Sea City."

As the president of the Star Shining Society, Ye Feng naturally didn’t want the society to become enemies with the ten great clans of Sea City. Although he felt the boss probably wouldn’t take the ten great clans of Sea City seriously, it’s always better to have a few more friends than enemies in this world. Still, he didn’t know if he could catch up in time.

Elsewhere, Zheng Bunai was already heading toward the White Mountain Estate. They had a significant head start, having been driving for a long time. Ye Feng could only catch up if he had abilities like Yang Qi’s, but unfortunately, he did not.

In the car, Zheng Bunai said through gritted teeth, "I must have Yang Qi hacked into ten thousand pieces and make him watch his friends and family die one by one. If I can’t manage that, I, Zheng Bunai, will not return to Sea City."

The men with him were also very excited. It had been a long time since they’d encountered someone who dared to provoke them. If they didn’t punish him harshly this time, more people would try to walk all over them in the future. They absolutely couldn’t let this go lightly. No matter what, Yang Qi had to pay a price.

「White Mountain Estate」

Yang Qi suddenly walked out and sat down, chewing gum.

The Undying Barbarian King followed him out. He was puzzled. "Boss, what are you doing out here in the middle of the night?"

"We have guests!" Yang Qi said with a smile.

"Guests? What guests?" The Undying Barbarian King was taken aback.

Just then, the headlights of more than a dozen cars suddenly illuminated the area ahead.

The cars stopped, and Zheng Bunai actually had his men carry him out. Seeing Zheng Bunai wrapped up like a mummy, Yang Qi laughed. "You really didn’t need to go to such lengths. Even if you want revenge, you should wait until you’ve healed. Seeing you out in the middle of the night like this, anyone who didn’t know better might think they’d seen a real-life mummy."

"Cut the crap, Yang Qi! You’re finished!" Zheng Bunai roared. "The dozen or so men I’ve brought today are all well-known figures in the Jianghu, here for the Southern Territory Martial Arts Exchange. If you know what’s good for you, surrender now. Otherwise, you and everyone in this estate will die!"

"Boss, who is this rabid dog?" the Undying Barbarian King asked with some confusion.

"Just a bunch of reckless kids," Yang Qi dismissed with a wave of his hand. "The dozen or so men he hired are decent, though. Why don’t you take care of them for me?"

"Such arrogance! ’Take care of us’? Who do you think you are?" A man emerged from the crowd, wielding a long sword and radiating intense Sword Qi. He was clearly an extraordinary individual.

Yang Qi looked at the man and sighed. "A Third-Rank Perfection Overlord and a Sword Master. It wasn’t easy for you to cultivate to this point. Why throw your life away for someone else here?"

"Insolent fool! You think I’m the one who’s going to die here? Who do you think you are?" The Sword Master was visibly angered. He felt belittled by Yang Qi.

Yang Qi ignored him and instead turned to the others.

"Heh, there’s even a Fourth-Rank Overlord. You must practice the Childhood Skill, right? Maintaining your celibacy for decades couldn’t have been easy. If you die here today, it will all be for nothing."

"And you, you seem to be from the Tang Sect. My business with the Tang Sect is finished, and I don’t wish to move against its members again. You should leave."

"The same goes for the rest of you. You came for the Southern Territory Martial Arts Exchange, not a suicide pact. I know he paid you a lot, but money is useless if you’re not alive to spend it."

Yang Qi truly didn’t want to kill these people. Cultivation is not easy, especially for Martial Artists. In this era of scarce Spiritual Energy, reaching the Overlord Level is an arduous feat, one that they might have spent their entire lives pursuing. Of course, he was just giving them an opportunity. If they refused to listen, he wouldn’t mind sending them to the Underworld.

"Kid, you sure talk a lot. Why not just admit you’re afraid to die?" the Sword Master sneered. "Who told you to offend Young Master Zheng? He can afford to pay us. You can’t. So you have to die."

"Heh, is that so? I have money, but I see no need to give it to a rabble like you," Yang Qi said indifferently. "Alright, the pleasantries are over. I won’t waste any more words. Barbarian King, if they don’t leave within three minutes, cripple their Martial Arts and throw them out."

"What if I accidentally kill them?" the Undying Barbarian King asked, looking troubled. He didn’t have Yang Qi’s incredible control over his power and might use too much force.

"If they die, they die. It’s their fate, and no one else is to blame," Yang Qi said.

"This kid is too arrogant! Stop wasting your breath on him; he’s not going to back down!" Zheng Bunai roared, his patience wearing thin. "Just do it! Kill him! No, cripple him first! I want him to watch with his own eyes how I deal with his friends and family!"

"Kill!"

The dozen or so experts glanced at each other and finally made their move.

The Sword Master was the first to act. He wanted to be the one to claim the credit. If he killed Yang Qi first, he would receive the biggest reward. He slashed his sword, and a beam of Sword Qi lashed out like a whip, aimed straight at Yang Qi’s Dantian. This single strike was meant to cripple Yang Qi’s Martial Arts. Once his Martial Arts were crippled, wouldn’t he be at their mercy?

"Sigh. I tried to reason with you, yet you insisted on using force. Why bother?" Yang Qi sighed but remained seated and motionless, as if uninterested in everything happening around him.

By now, the Undying Barbarian King had already positioned himself in front of Yang Qi.

He slapped his palm toward the Sword Master’s long sword.

CRACK!

With a crisp sound, the sword shattered.

In truth, the Undying Barbarian King’s Realm wasn’t extraordinarily high—only a Fourth-Rank Overlord. However, the Cultivation Technique he practiced was entirely different. The Undying Barbarian King cultivated the Undying Divine Technique, a true Immortal Technique. Its quality was leagues beyond anything the others practiced; they simply weren’t on the same level.

This is bad! As his attack failed, the Sword Master’s heart was suddenly seized by terror. The sword he wielded was no ordinary weapon; it was forged using a special process, making it incredibly tough. On top of that, he himself was a Third-Rank Perfection Overlord. A thrust from his sword could gash steel, let alone a human hand. Yet his opponent had not only blocked it easily with his bare hand but had shattered it to pieces. This terrifying level of power was far from average. This was someone he could not afford to provoke.