My husband Can Cultivate

A night passed without a word.

The next day, when Yang Qi returned to the Martial Alliance, almost everyone looked at him with awe.

Everyone he met would call him Mr. Yang.

Of course, more feared the Undying Barbarian King, but since the Undying Barbarian King was merely Yang Qi’s bodyguard, they naturally respected Yang Qi as well.

Though many people hadn’t witnessed the events of last night, it didn’t mean they were unaware.

Tian Bahu, Jin Mile, the Gu Master, and people from the South Pill Sect and South Medicine Group wanted to kill Yang Qi—they knew that. But last night, right nearby, those people were all killed.

Disputes between martial artists are generally handled by the Martial Alliance.

Therefore, the Martial Alliance announced the news of their deaths today.

Just a bit of thinking and you’ll figure it out.

"Yang Qi, you’ve got guts, daring to kill someone right under the Martial Alliance’s nose. Do you know your crime?"

Some feared Yang Qi, but some did not.

For instance, Lin Jun, this reckless youth.

He actually brought a group of people over to cause trouble for Yang Qi.

"I killed someone? Why don’t I know about it? Do you have evidence?"

Yang Qi laughed softly.

"Don’t try to prevaricate. Everyone knows those people went to kill you but were killed by your men. You still dare deny it." Lin Jun said coldly.

Originally, he was considering how to deal with Yang Qi.

Unexpectedly, Yang Qi presented him with such a good opportunity.

"Fine, I admit my men killed them. But as you said, they were trying to kill me. I just defended myself proactively; is there a problem? Fits the Jianghu rules too, right?"

Yang Qi still spoke indifferently, "No other business? I need to set up my stall today, so please step aside."

"Hmph, killing someone is killing. You just say self-defense and that’s it? Now, there’s no evidence; you can say whatever you want! First, come with me; I’ll investigate thoroughly."

Lin Jun snorted coldly.

"Ha, you mean they want to kill me, and I should just let them?

Moreover, what are you? Even if your father came, I wouldn’t care; you little idiot still dare shout in front of me? If this weren’t Martial Alliance territory, I’d have slapped you to death already—get lost!"

Yang Qi glanced coldly at Lin Jun.

"Trash, you dare tell me to get lost!"

Lin Jun got furious.

However, in the next moment, the Undying Barbarian King already slapped over.

Smack!

The slap was very loud, and Lin Jun was hit with blood streaming from his mouth, flying seven or eight yards away.

"You... you dare hit me?"

Lin Jun touched his face, dazed.

He didn’t expect Yang Qi to dare hit him, the Young Master, within the Martial Alliance—was he mad?

"What if I hit you? Go ask your father if he dares cause me trouble. Get lost or else, you’re dead!"

Yang Qi said coldly.

"You! Just you wait!"

Lin Jun turned to flee.

Nearby, Bai Tiantian and Yuan Lu watched, clicking their tongues.

They had always admired Lin Jun, the talented Young Master.

Today, they truly witnessed Lin Jun in an ugly state.

However, Yuan Lu frowned, "Mr. Yang, it wasn’t wise to offend him. His father is the Squad Leader of the Sea City division."

"No worries!"

Yang Qi shook his head.

He directly began setting up his stall, following the previous rules: medicinal herbs over 300 years old could be exchanged for elixirs, though the required quantity was quite substantial.

Elsewhere, Lin Jun went to report the beating to Lin Qiang.

"Dad, someone hit me!"

Lin Jun touched his face, "Someone killed Jin Mile and others. Today, I wanted to use this opportunity to deal with them, but instead, I got hit by them—such a disgrace."

"Who’s so bold, daring to touch my son?"

Though Lin Qiang hadn’t fully recovered, he still asked coldly.

"A kid named Yang Qi!"

Lin Jun said.

"What! You said his name is Yang Qi? Is he from Thunder City?"

Lin Qiang’s face turned extremely grim.

"Yes, that’s him—Yang Qi from Thunder City. Dad, you know him?" Lin Jun asked, confused.

"Know him? I was beaten by that bastard! You still dare provoke him? Are you looking to die?" Lin Qiang roared angrily.

"Wh-what?"

Lin Jun was dumbfounded. He thought Yang Qi’s bodyguard, the Undying Barbarian King, was already formidable, but unexpectedly, Yang Qi was even fiercer, having injured his father.

Although back then, Yang Qi relied on Green Emperor Body and the Dragon God Sword to injure Lin Qiang.

But Lin Qiang didn’t know that.

Moreover, Yang Qi now was undoubtedly far stronger than back then.

Lin Qiang hadn’t fully recovered yet, and even if he did, he was no match for Yang Qi.

"Dad, aren’t you mistaken? That guy is only in his early twenties; how formidable could he be?"

Lin Jun was skeptical.

"Exactly!"

Lin Qiang sighed, "This matter is actually embarrassing, and I didn’t want to mention it. But to stop you from doing something foolish, I must tell you.

In short, don’t act rashly until I recover; remember that?"

"Got it!"

Lin Jun was very unwilling, but what could he do? His father said Yang Qi couldn’t be provoked. Was he really going to provoke him?

...

Yang Qi didn’t care about Lin Jun and Lin Qiang’s conversation; he was confident those two wouldn’t dare to provoke him.

Sure enough, when Lin Jun appeared again, though he glared at Yang Qi viciously, he didn’t provoke him; instead, he went to entertain other guests.

Everyone watched in amazement.

Could this Young Master really back down?

Isn’t this too unusual?

Could it be Yang Qi truly has some extraordinary status?

Yang Qi, however, was too lazy to bother with this idiot.

He noticed many more martial artists came today, numbering over a thousand.

He couldn’t help but reflect that before age twenty-five, he didn’t know such powerful beings existed in this world; it’s fortunate that he wasn’t someone who caused trouble.

Otherwise, he probably wouldn’t live very long.

Right now, he was waiting for Qing Qiu, Elder of the South Pill Sect, to return to the sect, so he could follow, hoping for some luck—who knows, someone might bring good items.

After all, with so many martial artists, someone would surely get good stuff from the Secret Realm or Forbidden Land.

While speaking, suddenly someone slammed the table in front of him.

"Bang!"

Yang Qi frowned slightly, "What’s the matter?"

"Are those elixirs really for sale? I’ve got money; want a billion? Or two billion? However much you’ve got, I’ll take it all!"

Standing before him was a foreign-looking individual.

It was apparent, different from Dragon Country’s martial artists.

Wearing a headscarf, with a scimitar at his waist.

Made Yang Qi think of an old game character—Prince of Persia.

Yang Qi shook his head, ignoring him.

Next to him hung a sign, clearly stating no money required.

The person knowingly asked, and Yang Qi didn’t bother responding.

"Kid! I’m asking you a question!"

The foreign martial artist frowned, emitting terrifying killing intent, locking onto Yang Qi instantly.

In Jianghu, it’s not as simple as one might think; these people are vicious, really willing to kill for any disagreement.