Chapter 738

Chapter 738: Journey to Qingqiu (Part 2)

The inn was not particularly upscale, and the spirit dishes did not look very appealing, but their taste was surprisingly delightful.

Especially the honey-glazed mountain goat leg, which was sweet, fragrant, crispy on the outside, and tender on the inside, demonstrating the chef’s exceptional skill.

Just as Wang Chen was indulging in his meal, several burly cultivators clad in tunics entered the inn.

Their aggressive demeanor made it clear that they were not here with good intentions!

"Old Biao, what do you want?"

The innkeeper, who had been standing behind the counter, immediately stepped forward to block them. "Don’t start any trouble!"

It was evident that the innkeeper recognized them, as a flicker of fear appeared in his eyes.

Leading the group was a high-level Purple Palace cultivator with a face full of rough features, who snorted, "I’m not here to cause trouble; I’m just here to find someone!"

"Come out!"

With a low growl, a grimy-faced Child squeezed through the entrance.

Old Biao swept his fierce gaze across the inn, demanding, "Tzhuzi, who just bullied you?"

The Child immediately pointed at Wang Chen. "It was him!"

Old Biao’s gaze instantly locked onto Wang Chen.

Wang Chen sighed inwardly.

He truly had no desire to stir up trouble, which is why he had let the Child go earlier, hoping to avoid any further issues.

Now, he was being confronted for it!

Often, being too kind isn’t wise; otherwise, you’ll end up being taken advantage of.

"Listen here, friend,"

Old Biao roughly shoved the innkeeper aside and stomped over to Wang Chen, his bear-like eyes glaring at him. "You, a Purple Palace cultivator, how dare you bully my Child?"

Meanwhile, the Child stuck out his tongue at Wang Chen, wearing a smug grin.

So young, yet so malicious!

The surrounding patrons quickly moved away, fearing they might get caught in the crossfire.

Most of them looked at Wang Chen with a mix of sympathy, pity, or even amusement, eager to see how the situation would unfold.

Wang Chen smiled.

He rose calmly and pointed a finger at the Child.

A sharp, faint golden energy shot from his fingertip, instantly piercing the Child’s forehead.

The inn erupted in chaos!

No one had expected Wang Chen, who seemed so mild-mannered, to act with such ruthless decisiveness.

Old Biao and the innkeeper both paled, the latter instinctively clutching a talisman hanging at his waist.

"How dare you!"

Old Biao’s eyes were about to burst with rage as he bellowed, "You dare to…"

Before the high-level Purple Palace cultivator could finish his words, a fist rapidly expanded in his line of sight, accompanied by an overwhelming force that crashed down.

Although Old Biao had prepared himself, he still underestimated Wang Chen’s strength.

Most importantly, he was too close to Wang Chen.

Bang!

Wang Chen’s fist struck Old Biao, and at that moment, a "pop" echoed from his chest, followed by a shimmer of spirit light that instantly erupted.

This was evidently the result of the protective spirit tool activating automatically.

However, Wang Chen’s fist effortlessly pierced through the protective light and slammed into Old Biao’s face.

The high-level Purple Palace cultivator’s head exploded like an egg struck by a stone, spraying red and white matter everywhere!

Old Biao’s massive body swayed and then crashed backward to the floor.

Boom!

The inn fell into a chilling silence, with everyone wide-eyed and incredulous.

Old Biao was not an ordinary character; he not only possessed great strength but also had powerful backing. He usually led a team of loose cultivators in this Block, bullying others without fear.

What had just happened was clear to everyone—Old Biao had been harassing and extorting outsiders again.

He had done this many times before, often successfully, as the thieves on the street were under his control.

But this formidable, fierce man was killed by a single punch from Wang Chen!

Not even a chicken could be dispatched so quickly!

The innkeeper almost jumped up. "You…"

He barely managed to say "you," when it felt like someone had choked him, leaving him speechless.

A chilling aura emanated from Wang Chen.

The oppressive force of a Golden Core!

Wang Chen was actually a Golden Core cultivator!

Those who realized this felt a storm of emotions within, racing wildly.

Who would have thought that such a high and mighty Golden Core elder would come to this place to play the fool?

Old Biao truly had bad luck to have run into such a person!

His death felt so unjust.

"So, it’s really a true master in person,"

the innkeeper said, sweating profusely and bending nervously. "I, a lowly one with no insight, have offended the true master and deserve to die a thousand deaths!"

"You don’t have to die,"

Wang Chen replied with a smile. "But what about these two? Do you think they should die?"

"They should die!"

The innkeeper answered without hesitation. "They truly deserve to die a thousand deaths!"

Upon hearing this, the two cultivators who had followed Old Biao were nearly paralyzed with fear.

Wang Chen asked again, "Then do you think I have the right to kill?"

The innkeeper nodded repeatedly. "Yes, it’s right to kill, very right!"

Old Biao’s greatest sin was lacking insight and offending a Golden Core true master; if not him, then who should die?

"That’s good."

Wang Chen tossed down two Intermediate Spirits. "This is for the meal and for handling the body."

The innkeeper dared not accept Wang Chen’s spirit stones and was racking his brain for a reason to refuse when Wang Chen already left.

Wang Chen had no choice but to leave.

He had used the destructive power of the external elixir to activate the Golden Core oppressive force, not his true strength.

Over time, it would be easy to reveal his true identity!

If possible, Wang Chen would prefer not to pretend to be a Golden Core true master, but he couldn’t let others bully him; truly, this was intolerable!

After leaving the inn, Wang Chen quickly turned back toward the city.

His appearance had already been remembered, and if he didn’t change his looks, there was a chance the Golden Core true master would come looking for him, and the outcome wouldn’t be pleasant.

Since it was already dark, Wang Chen didn’t travel far.

As he prepared to find a place to rest for the night, a chilling sensation suddenly surged within him.

"Who?"

Wang Chen called out in a deep voice, his sharp eyes scanning the dark woods ahead.

His intuition told him that ever since he left the city, someone had been tracking him.

However, the stalker seemed cautious and hadn’t shown themselves.

But Wang Chen didn’t wish to be followed like this, so he bluntly stated, "May I ask who you are? Let’s not waste each other’s time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure quietly emerged from the pitch-black forest.

It was an elderly man with hair and beard all white.

To Wang Chen’s surprise, he couldn’t discern the man’s cultivation level.

He could only describe it as "high and unfathomable!"