“Senior Beitang, please forgive my bluntness, but you are not qualified to be my junior brother’s master.”
Murong Qingcheng said solemnly.
Beitang Su frowned, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "Miss Murong, you are a smart person and should know the weight of the Martial Arts Association. If your junior brother does not become my disciple, he will probably die without a doubt."
"That's not your real purpose. You want to test who my master is and whether he's afraid of the Martial Arts Association, right?"
Murong Qingcheng stared at Beitang Su.
Upon hearing this, Beitang Su was truly startled.
He had concealed it very well, but unexpectedly, he was still seen through.
But Beitang Su wouldn't admit it, so he changed the subject and started talking to Murong Qingcheng.
But there are pitfalls everywhere between the lines.
If Murong Qingcheng is not careful, she may reveal some information about her master.
Ten minutes passed, and seeing that he hadn't gotten any useful information, Beitang Su stood up and said calmly:
“Miss Murong, as the ancients said, ‘Those who understand the times are heroes.’ If you are willing to hand your junior brother over to the Martial Arts Association, I will plead with the Governor to resolve the matter.”
"How much face can an old dog have?"
A detached voice suddenly rang out.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Qiu walked in.
"Junior brother, this is Beitang Su, the vice president of the Qianzhou Martial Arts Association."
Murong Qingcheng appeared to be introducing something, but in reality, she was reminding Ye Qiu to be wary.
Ye Qiu stared at Bei Tang Su, scrutinizing him, while Bei Tang Su was also examining Ye Qiu.
Yes, his eyes were scrutinizing.
It was as if a superior was looking down on a prisoner.
A few seconds later, Beitang Su said calmly, "You are young, but your martial arts skills are indeed not weak."
But let me give you a piece of advice: young people shouldn't speak so impulsively.
Remember that there are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding; you must learn to respect your elders.
"You have no relation to me, you come with ill intentions, and you expect me to respect you as an elder? You don't deserve it."
Ye Qiu was unconcerned and expressionless, completely disregarding Beitang Su.
Beitang Su's pupils contracted, not expecting this young man to dare to disregard him, the president of the Martial Arts Association.
“Young man, I did not come here to have any conflict with you. Why do you say that I have come with ill intentions?”
Beitang Su asked in a deep voice.
"You're nothing but the governor's dog. Those good-for-nothings couldn't do anything to me, so they sent you to scout ahead again, didn't they?"
Ye Qiu stared at Bei Tang Su.
Beitang Su's expression changed slightly, and he said seriously, "You don't need to worry about why I'm here. Just tell me if you'd like to join the Martial Arts Association?"
"If you don't want to, get out."
Ye Qiu didn't give him the slightest bit of a friendly look.
Upon hearing this, even Beitang Su couldn't save face and angrily said, "Boy, do you know who you're talking to?"
With just a single command from me, all the martial artists in Qianzhou will attack you.
Even outside of Qianzhou, there are many people willing to help me. If you were to oppose one-fifth of the martial arts masters of the Great Xia, are you sure you can bear the consequences?
"Do you want to walk out by yourself, or should I kick you out?"
Ye Qiu stared at Bei Tang Su with an unfriendly look.
"You rude brat, I'd like to see what you're really made of."
Beitang Su clenched his fist and angrily threw a punch at Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu struck out with his palm, clashing head-on with Beitang Su.
With a bang, Beitang Su was forced back seven steps by the palm strike, almost losing his balance.
Ye Qiu stood firmly in place, without moving an inch, clearly demonstrating the difference in their abilities.
Beitang Su's eyes widened in horror: "How old are you? How can your martial arts cultivation be so terrifying?"
"It's not that I'm strong, it's that you're too weak. You've lived for decades, but your knowledge is limited, like a frog in a well."
The one who truly doesn't know their own limitations is you.
Ye Qiu said coldly.
Beitang Su's expression changed drastically upon hearing this; no one had ever dared to speak to him like that before.
But at this moment, Beitang Su really dared not challenge him anymore, as he was intimidated by Ye Qiu's casual palm strike.
Because not only was the unfathomable Ye Qiu present, but also the enigmatic Murong Qingcheng, whose nature defies conventional understanding.
If things get tense and these two attack at the same time, he has absolutely no chance of dealing with them.
Thinking of this, Beitang Su said in a deep voice, "Since you are unwilling to listen to my opinion, then I wish you both a bright future and that you can turn danger into safety whenever you encounter it. Farewell."
After saying this, Beitang Su turned and left.
Ye Qiu frowned, already harboring murderous intent, and wanted to make a move.
"Junior brother, you mustn't."
Murong Qingcheng quickly grabbed Ye Qiu.
"Third Senior Sister, if this old bastard isn't eliminated, he'll become a menace."
Ye Qiu said seriously.
“We can’t kill him,” Murong Qingcheng said. “He is the president of the Qianzhou Martial Arts Association, and his status is not low. If you kill a prefect, perhaps no one will pursue the matter.”
However, if you were to kill the president of a martial arts association, it would certainly invite severe accountability from the higher authorities of the Great Xia Dynasty, with a huge impact, because the death of the president would cause great chaos in the martial arts world, with unimaginable consequences.
It's no exaggeration to say that the influence of a martial arts association president is not much weaker than that of a governor. If the martial arts world descends into chaos, the consequences will be extremely severe.
Ye Qiu didn't really like what Murong Qingcheng said.
Ye Qiu's life motto is: no matter who the enemy is, he takes life and death lightly, and if they disagree, he will fight them; it's either the enemy who dies or he who dies.
This kind of personality was instilled in me by my master during the five years I spent at Zulong Mountain!
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