My husband Can Cultivate

Wen Xia said coldly, "Not long ago, my South Pill Sect was hit by bandits colluding with traitors inside our sect. They stole a bunch of Pill Recipes and Elixirs, including this Body Tempering Pill and Clearing God Pill. Do you admit your guilt?"

"So they were stolen! No wonder!"

Everyone looked at Yang Qi with even more contempt.

"I was saying, he’s just in his early twenties, how could he possibly refine such outstanding Elixirs? Turns out they’re from the South Pill Sect. Hmph, what a disgrace to our profession!"

Many people who didn’t manage to trade for Elixirs started mocking and jeering at Yang Qi.

Of course, some people kept quiet, because it was obvious the South Pill Sect had taken a fancy to someone else’s Pill Recipe and wanted to find an excuse to snatch it. This is exactly what ’might makes right’ looks like.

"You old bastard, you’re talking nonsense! If this really belonged to your South Pill Sect, why didn’t that Elder Qing Qiu know about it? He even tried to rope Yang Qi in with heavy rewards. You just want his Pill Recipe, that’s all. Why spout so much crap and make yourself look pathetic?"

Yuan Lu couldn’t help retorting.

"You little brat, you’re courting death!"

Wen Xia flew into a rage, and his terrifying aura surged straight at Yuan Lu.

Yuan Lu was just an ordinary person; how could she possibly withstand it?

It was the Barbarian King who roared, blasting that aura away.

"Old bastard, you really are shameless, actually attacking a normal person. Is this the kind of trash the South Pill Sect breeds?"

The Undying Barbarian King bellowed.

Yang Qi waved his hand, signaling the Barbarian King to protect Yuan Lu and Bai Tiantian, then looked at Wen Xia calmly and said, "Heh, you’re saying my Pill Recipe belongs to your sect?

Got any proof?"

"Proof or no proof, it’s all the same. If you obediently hand the Pill Recipe back, you’re still considered a friend of my South Pill Sect. Otherwise...!"

Wen Xia said icily.

"Otherwise what?"

Yang Qi said with a smile.

"Otherwise you’ll be an enemy of my South Pill Sect!"

The Supreme Elder Wen Xia snorted coldly, directly threatening, "You stole my South Pill Sect’s Pill Recipes and still refuse to return them. That’s a capital crime. You’ll be killed without mercy!"

This man carried himself like some lofty master, but what he said was both vicious and shameless.

Everyone shook their heads. Today, Yang Qi probably wouldn’t be able to escape disaster.

Lin Jun was even more smug, sitting back to watch the show. He couldn’t deal with Yang Qi himself, so he’d let Wen Xia do it. He wanted to see just how capable the man his father feared really was.

"Heh, ’killed without mercy,’ huh? So what you mean is, you want my life?"

Yang Qi was still sitting there, smiling faintly.

"Mr. Yang, my South Pill Sect is showing great sincerity.

Even though you took our Pill Recipes, we can still spare you. As long as you hand over the Pill Recipe, you can join the South Pill Sect and become the personal disciple of Supreme Elder Wen Xia.

You could even receive personal guidance from the Sect Leader himself!"

At the side, Elder Qing Qiu spoke up as well.

One played the heavy stick, the other dangled candy.

All they wanted was to seize the Pill Recipe in Yang Qi’s hands without having to put up those thousand-year Medicinal Herbs. Truly shameless to the extreme.

But others didn’t see it that way.

To become Wen Xia’s disciple...

To even receive personal guidance from the South Pill Sect Leader...

That was the dream of countless people.

The South Pill Sect was the strongest Alchemy Sect in the Southern Territory.

The South Pill Sect Leader was even hailed as the number one Alchemist in the Southern Territory!

Even great clans and major sects found it harder than climbing the sky to invite him to do Alchemy.

Let alone having him personally guide their Alchemy Technique—that’d be like the ancestral grave spewing blue smoke.

No!

More like getting struck!

Like being struck by a thunderbolt from the heavens!

"Damn! I thought the South Pill Sect came looking for trouble, but they’re actually here to give that kid a golden opportunity!"

"Yeah, what’s there to hesitate about? He should just agree on the spot!"

"Once he becomes Elder Wen Xia’s disciple, he’ll be able to walk sideways across the whole Southern Territory!"

"Damn it, why isn’t it me?"

Everyone was endlessly jealous of Yang Qi.

Too bad, in Yang Qi’s eyes, Elder Qing Qiu’s offer was laughably arrogant.

He smiled disdainfully. "Just this old bastard, worthy to be my master? And that so-called South Pill Sect Leader—what guidance could he possibly give me?

If your South Pill Sect obediently hands over the thousand-year Cold Ice and those thousand-year Medicinal Herbs, I might even toss you a few Pill Recipes and give your Alchemy Technique some pointers, let you flourish.

And you think you’re qualified to guide me?

You think you’re worthy?"

Words so explosive they refuse to rest until there’s a corpse!

This declaration instantly plunged the whole hall into dead silence.

It was a long time before Wen Xia finally roared, "Arrogant! Too arrogant! Utterly arrogant! You don’t know your place!"

Elder Qing Qiu also shook his head. "Young man, your tongue may be unmatched under heaven, but unfortunately, because of that rotten mouth, you’ve just thrown away the best opportunity of your life."

"Really? I don’t quite see it that way."

Yang Qi chuckled. "Just like what I told those trash last night, I’ll say it to you again today: if you stop now, it’s not too late. Otherwise, once I make a move, I won’t leave any survivors.

I’m the kind of person who, if I don’t act, that’s one thing—but once I do, the idea of holding back doesn’t exist."

"You little bastard, since you’re so full of yourself, don’t blame this Elder for showing no mercy!"

Wen Xia had long been itching to make a move. In his eyes, Yang Qi was simply far too insolent; if he didn’t teach him a lesson, it wouldn’t sit right.

"I won’t kill you today. I’ll capture you alive and drag you back to the South Pill Sect for a proper sentence!"

"So the fox’s tail is finally sticking out? You want to fight me, is that it?"

Yang Qi turned to the Vice Squad Leader of the Martial Alliance’s Sea City branch, Yan Feng, and asked, "This is the Martial Alliance’s territory. Are people allowed to make a move here?"

Yan Feng said nothing.

"Heh, looks like you don’t plan to step in. In that case, when people start dying here later, you can take responsibility."

Yang Qi let out a cold laugh.

He knew exactly what the Martial Alliance wanted—to sit back and watch the show.

Whatever. Since they wanted a show, he’d let them have it.

"Barbarian King, kill that old bastard for me!"

Yang Qi waved his hand.

"Yes!"

Boom!

With a thunderous roar from the Barbarian King, his aura exploded, the momentum of an Overlord Peak completely unveiled, and then he strode straight toward Wen Xia.

A terrifying killing intent flared in his eyes.

"So strong!"

Everyone sucked in a sharp breath.

They’d guessed the Undying Barbarian King was at Overlord Peak, but seeing it with their own eyes today was still utterly shocking.

No one knew if Supreme Elder Wen Xia really had a way to handle this.

After all, people from the South Pill Sect weren’t exactly known for close combat. If he got rushed, he’d be in serious trouble.

"Yang Qi, this is the trump card you rely on?"

Wen Xia sneered. "Did you think I’d come demanding Pill Recipes even though I knew there was an Overlord Peak by your side, without any backing? You killed Jin Mile—do you have any idea who you’ve offended?"

When the crowd heard this, they couldn’t help but gasp. "Could it be Jin Mile’s master, the Golden Arhat?"

"That’s right! It’s me!"

As the voice sounded, a figure instantly stepped into the great hall, his whole body blazing with Golden Light.

He looked just like one of the copper men from the Shaolin Temple.

Though he wasn’t as tall and burly as the Undying Barbarian King...

His entire body looked as if it had been cast from solid gold.

That was probably why people called him the Golden Arhat.