Not long after, Ye Qiming's master arrived.
Ye Qiming's master was a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining, from a cultivation sect called Flying Wing Sect. He was very imposing as soon as he got off the vehicle.
When Ye Qiming saw his master arrive, he immediately went to greet him and said, "Master, you've come."
Looking at Ye Qiming's master, he appeared to be in his forties, wearing a white shirt, a tie, black trousers, and leather shoes—a typical white-collar worker's attire.
Seeing Master Ye Qiming's attire, Liu Xiaoyuan found it somewhat amusing. "Damn it, you're here to fight, not to work, okay?"
When Ye Qiming's master, Zhang Yan, walked up to Liu Xiaoyuan, he immediately realized that Liu Xiaoyuan was a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining, just like himself, and his heart began to pound.
Because Zhang Yan wasn't very confident he could defeat a cultivator of the same level. Moreover, if the two were evenly matched and fought each other to the death, it would result in mutual destruction.
Cultivators cherish their lives above all else, for they have now stepped into the threshold of cultivation, which means they have a chance of achieving immortality. At this point, who would be foolish enough to do something that could endanger their life?
Therefore, Zhang Yan was furious because Ye Qiming had deceived him. Ye Qiming had previously claimed that Liu Xiaoyuan was only a master at the third level of the Innate Realm, which was why Zhang Yan had come out.
For a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining, dealing with a novice at the third level of the Innate Realm is a piece of cake.
"Slap!" Zhang Yan turned around and slapped Ye Qiming across the face. The slap made Ye Qiming stagger a few steps before he could regain his balance.
Ye Qiming was completely dumbfounded. He didn't understand why his master hit him. He hadn't done anything or said anything. Why would his master hit him? Had his master lost his mind?
Ye Qiming covered the side of his face that had been slapped, and looked at his master with a puzzled expression, asking, "Master, why did you hit me?"
Zhang Yan roared, "You blind bastard! How dare you offend a senior like this? Kneel down and apologize to him right now!"
Ye Qiming was dumbfounded once again. His master had actually backed down. This was unbelievable! His master was a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator, and he had backed down so quickly.
Seeing Ye Qiming still standing there in a daze, Zhang Yan roared, "What are you still standing here for? Kneel down right now, now!"
Seeing his master like this, Ye Qiming dared not say anything and could only obediently walk up to Liu Xiaoyuan and kneel down.
Liu Xiaoyuan stood there, looking at Zhang Yan. This guy was at least pragmatic; he didn't immediately point his finger at him and tell him to either end it himself or let him do it.
After Ye Qiming knelt down, he was terrified. Liu Xiaoyuan was someone even his master feared, someone who could crush him as easily as crushing an ant.
Thinking back to the sarcastic remarks he had made in the car on the way here, Ye Qiming felt a wave of fear.
"What's going on? Didn't you say you were going to teach me a lesson? Why are you kneeling down?" Liu Xiaoyuan asked Ye Qiming with a smile.
Ye Qiming immediately kowtowed and begged for mercy, saying, "Senior, I was wrong, I was wrong, senior, I was blind to offend you, please be magnanimous and spare my life..."
Ye Qiming kowtowed and begged for mercy, pleading with tears streaming down his face.
Looking at Ye Qiming's expression, Liu Xiaoyuan said, "I'm not some senior. The way you address me makes it sound like I'm seventy or eighty years old."
Ye Qiming didn't understand what Liu Xiaoyuan meant when he heard his words, but now was not the time to think about that. His first priority was to beg for mercy. Only if Liu Xiaoyuan agreed to let him go could he put his mind at ease.
Ye Qiming knew very well that his master would sacrifice his disciple without batting an eye for him, so he didn't expect his master to help him at all, and only hoped that Liu Xiaoyuan would let him off the hook.
Liu Xiaoyuan pointed at Ye Qiming on the ground, then looked at Zhang Yan and asked, "Is he your apprentice?"
Zhang Yan was also feeling bad at that moment, because his apprentice was kowtowing and begging for mercy in front of someone else, which was tantamount to slapping him in the face.
However, in order to preserve his strength and avoid putting his life in danger, Zhang Yan had no choice but to endure it.
“Brother Dao, he is my disciple, but he made a mistake and should be punished,” Zhang Yan said with a smile.
Liu Xiaoyuan then asked, "He's your apprentice, and you don't care at all? How do you feel when you see your apprentice kneeling down and kowtowing to me in front of you?"
The saying goes, "Don't hit someone in the face, and don't insult someone by revealing their shortcomings."
This was Zhang Yan's sore spot, and Liu Xiaoyuan had even said it outright, making Zhang Yan feel a burning pain in his face.
"Brother Dao, my disciple has done something wrong, and it is only right that he should be punished accordingly," Zhang Yan said again, swallowing his anger.
Liu Xiaoyuan chuckled and said, "But your apprentice sent you here to kill me. Aren't you going to do it?"
Zhang Yan chuckled, but in his heart he hated Liu Xiaoyuan to the core, yet there was nothing he could do about it.
“Brother Dao, there must be some misunderstanding here. As cultivators, we pursue the path to immortality. As for other matters, they are minor.” Zhang Yan said.
Zhang Yan's words sound reasonable and normal, but upon closer inspection, he was warning Liu Xiaoyuan that they were all cultivators and that longevity was what they pursued. He said it was not worth it for Liu Xiaoyuan to take action over something trivial and cause an accident.
Zhang Yan's words were quite cryptic, but Liu Xiaoyuan still understood the underlying meaning.
Liu Xiaoyuan chuckled and said, "We cultivators are inherently defying the heavens. If we were to be afraid of everything, we might as well just hide in a cave and be a tortoise."
Liu Xiaoyuan's words were an insult to Zhang Yan, calling him a big turtle, which made Zhang Yan so angry that his face turned green.
"Kid, you can't be too presumptuous. It's not good for you." Zhang Yan's voice turned cold.
He was, after all, a cultivator at the late stage of Qi Refining, the same level as Liu Xiaoyuan. Now that he had been humiliated by Liu Xiaoyuan like this, he was naturally angry.
"That's just how I am," Liu Xiaoyuan said, spreading his hands as if to say to Zhang Yan, "That's just how I am, what are you going to do about it?"
Liu Xiaoyuan forced Zhang Yan to take action and kill this guy, who might then gain several thousand more experience points.
Zhang Yan was never a good guy to begin with, so killing him was a way of doing justice.
(End of this chapter)
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