My husband Can Cultivate

At the entrance of White Mountain Manor.

Zheng Bunai, Feng Wencai, and the others had been kneeling for an entire night. It was a good thing they were martial artists; otherwise, they would have collapsed long ago.

Throughout the night, many of them had been bitten by the python several times. They were so exhausted that they kept dozing off, only to be jolted awake by the python’s bite. They all had dark circles under their eyes and looked haggard.

Zheng Bunai was in the worst shape. He was already suffering from serious injuries, and after kneeling all night, his stamina was completely drained. If no one came to rescue him soon, he was truly finished.

I can’t hold on much longer. Two more days at most. Any longer than that, and I’m a goner. Damn it, why haven’t they shown up yet?

Zheng Bunai stared at the distant mountain road, but there wasn’t a single car in sight. He wanted to cry. If he had known this would happen, he never would have come to Thunder City. Why did he have to come here? He was regretting it so much he could have died.

Their captors gave them no food, offering only a little water to drink. When the hunger became unbearable, they resorted to grabbing nearby leaves and wild grass to eat. This was no way for a person to live; it was sheer torture.

He swore that as soon as he was free, he would kill Yang Qi. If he didn’t kill that man, he would never be able to wash away the humiliation of this day. Feng Wencai and the others all felt the same burning rage beneath their pain.

Another hour passed. The sun climbed high into the sky, its summer rays growing increasingly vicious. The nights had been bearable, but they had no idea how they would survive the day.

"They’re here! They’re here! They’ve finally come!" someone suddenly shouted.

Zheng Bunai whipped his head around excitedly. In the distance, a convoy of vehicles was heading up the mountain road. There were dozens of them. It was clear a large group of people had arrived.

Fantastic! They’re finally here! I’m saved!

"Help!"

"Save us!"

The group of men began shouting frantically, as if they had gone mad, forgetting their kneeling posture. But the moment they tried to stand, the giant python would lunge at them, scaring them back down to their knees.

Finally, the convoy drew near. Hundreds of martial artists emerged from the vehicles. At their head were Wei Ying, Chu Renxiong, and Chen He.

Wei Ying’s senior brother, Jiang Ran, did not get out of the car. He didn’t need to intervene in a situation like this. Wei Ying alone should be enough to handle it.

Seeing that Wei Ying himself had come, Zheng Bunai laughed with excitement. Wei Ying was a disciple of the Heavenly God Sect! He had assumed only Chen He and Chu Renxiong would show up, but he never expected Wei Ying himself—the Chief of the Hidden Dragon Club and the number one expert on the Hidden Dragon List—to appear in person.

This time, Yang Qi is dead for sure. I couldn’t beat Yang Qi, but Wei Ying definitely can. After he kills Yang Qi, we’ll deal with Li Qingyan, take over the Qifei Group, and seize that Spiritual Spring. It will all be mine! All of it! HAHAHAHA!

The more Zheng Bunai thought about it, the more excited he became. But as he was laughing, the python lunged forward and bit him on the mouth, making him scream in pain.

Wei Ying walked over with his men. Looking at the pathetic state of Zheng Bunai, Feng Wencai, and the others, he frowned. "A bunch of trash!"

No one dared to speak.

Wei Ying continued, "But even if you’re trash, you’re the Hidden Dragon Club’s trash. No one else has the right to humiliate you like this. Humiliating you is humiliating me!"

He was furious. He had just been on his way to report to the Heavenly God Sect when he stumbled upon this. Someone actually dared to treat members of the Hidden Dragon Club as less than human.

He shot a cold glance at the giant python and suddenly threw a punch. The terrifying Fist Power slammed into the python’s body, killing it instantly.

"Boss, your skills have improved! You were already a Fifth-Rank Overlord. You must be even stronger now, right?" Zheng Bunai exclaimed excitedly.

Wei Ying was the number one genius in Sea City, with terrifying Combat Power. He had become a Fifth-Rank Overlord in his thirties, so it was no wonder he was qualified to become an outer disciple of the Heavenly God Sect.

"Still a Fifth-Rank Overlord, but I’ve reached the Perfection stage," Wei Ying stated indifferently.

With his level of talent, he could easily join the War God Guard. No wonder he was so arrogant. But the Heavenly God Sect was truly formidable. A Fifth-Rank Overlord in his thirties was merely an outer disciple. How terrifying must the inner disciples be? It was simply unimaginable.

The death of the python naturally alerted Yi Yang Zhenren. A moment later, Yang Qi and the others rushed out.

Seeing the giant python lying in a pool of blood, Yi Yang Zhenren’s brow furrowed. He had only subdued the creature a few days ago, but it was his, and now someone had killed it. This infuriated him.

"Are you Wei Ying, the number one on Sea City’s Hidden Dragon List?" Yi Yang Zhenren asked, his voice cold as he stared at Wei Ying.

"What if I am?" Wei Ying sneered. "You have some nerve, forcing my brothers to kneel here all night and suffer like this. You’re trampling all over the Hidden Dragon Club’s dignity. Do you realize you’ve committed a heinous crime?"

"A capital crime!" his followers roared in unison, condemning Yang Qi on the spot.

Chen He spoke with a frosty tone, "Kneel and beg for our forgiveness right now. Otherwise, we’ll level this place and leave you without even a complete corpse."

Chu Renxiong added, "We’ll give you ten minutes to consider. If you don’t comply by then, this shabby manor will be reduced to a pile of rubble."

"No need to consider it," Yang Qi said, waving his hand dismissively just as Chu Renxiong was about to start timing. "I’ve already made myself clear. I’m not letting these guys go until their elders come to collect them. Who the hell do you think you are, strutting around here?

"I don’t give a damn about your Hidden Dragon Club, and I don’t give a damn about some Wei Ying.

"Let me tell you this once: get the hell out of here. Otherwise, your fate will be the same as theirs—or even worse."

Everyone was stunned. They had assumed Yang Qi would be terrified by their arrival, that he would be trembling in fear. They never expected him to face them without the slightest trace of fear, his expression one of utter disdain. It was as if he didn’t see them as a threat at all.

Wei Ying’s face turned grim. In Sea City, no one dared to disrespect him. He couldn’t believe he’d run into someone so audacious here in Thunder City.

I don’t want to fight directly. I want to use my prestige to intimidate my opponent into submission. That, I feel, is true power. It gives me more face. A direct brawl is simply classless. "You might not understand what the Hidden Dragon Club represents," Wei Ying said coldly. "Even powers like the Tianhai Association and the Green Emperor Sect wouldn’t dare to offend the Hidden Dragon Club. Do you understand?"

"You talk too much," Yang Qi said, cutting him off with a wave of his hand. "Aren’t you just backed by the ten great families of Sea City? Do you really think that’s such a big deal? Or that I’m actually afraid of you? You think far too highly of yourselves."