Chapter 281
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Amidst his curses and grumbles, the young man had already strode up to the father and son, Qing Zhonghao and Qing Chengtian.
“Old man, get out of the way,” he spat.
“Do you even know who I am?” the young man sneered. “I am Shang Tianque of the Shang Clan. How dare you stand in my way?”
Upon hearing this, Qing Zhonghao’s face turned even more ashen.
He was the city lord of Qingmu City, a man of the third tier of the Condensation Meridian realm. The Shang Tianque before him was merely at the first tier of the same realm and would be no match for him in a fight.
But this young man was from the Shang Clan, one of the Five Great Families of the Imperial Capital. To them, a mere city lord of a small place like Qingmu City was nothing.
At this moment, Shang Tianque continued to curse and berate, while Qing Zhonghao dared not even breathe heavily.
“Prince Tianque, my son was too bold and has offended you. I apologize sincerely. These spirit stones are my compensation to you,” Qing Zhonghao said, producing over a hundred spirit stones.
In a small city like Qingmu, spirit stones were rare treasures, and over a hundred of them were of considerable value.
However, upon seeing the spirit stones, Shang Tianque kicked them away with a curse. “Old man, are you trying to humiliate me? A hundred spirit stones? Is that how you treat a beggar?”
With that, he took a step forward and stomped on Qing Zhonghao’s wrist. “Today’s matter will not be settled for less than ten thousand spirit stones!”
As he spoke, Shang Tianque stomped down with force.
A crack echoed through the air.
Qing Zhonghao’s arm snapped, but he gritted his teeth and endured the pain, not daring to cry out for fear of further angering Shang Tianque.
“Father!” Qing Chengtian, standing beside him, his face contorted with rage, glared at Shang Tianque and shouted, “You bastard, I’ll fight you to the death!”
“Chengtian, don’t…” Qing Zhonghao tried to stop him, but it was too late.
Qing Chengtian charged forward, throwing a punch at Shang Tianque.
Seeing the young man, who was a year or two older than himself, lunging at him, Shang Tianque merely sneered. “A first-tier Condensation Meridian cultivator from a backwater place is far inferior to one from the Imperial Capital.”
With a mocking laugh, Shang Tianque stepped back, evading Qing Chengtian’s attack. Then, with a fluid motion, he kicked Qing Chengtian squarely in the abdomen.
*Thud…*
Qing Chengtian reeled back from the pain, crashing into the crowd around them and falling to the ground.
At that moment, his face turned pale and ghastly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Both were at the first tier of the Condensation Meridian realm, yet Shang Tianque had faced him with… no pressure at all!
The disparity was so vast!
At this moment, Qing Zhonghao’s face turned pale as he tried to get up, only to have Shang Tianque stomp on his back. Though he was at the third tier of the Condensation Meridian realm, he still dared not resist.
Resistance would mean death.
These scions of the great families, within the Imperial Capital, were like gods who could bend the world to their will. How could a mere city lord like him possibly stand against them?
“Old man, are you convinced now?” Shang Tianque sneered.
“Convinced, convinced, Prince Tianque, please let us go. Please be magnanimous and forget our transgressions…” Qing Zhonghao pleaded.
Seeing this scene, Shang Tianque’s face was filled with triumph, and the few young men beside him also laughed.
These insignificant people, thinking that their son’s admission to Qingyun Academy would lift them to greatness? What a pipe dream!
The onlookers around them were murmuring and casting glances, while the senior disciples of Qingyun Academy, just a few meters away, seemed completely oblivious to the commotion.
Qing Chengtian, young and hotheaded, could not bear to see his father so humiliated.
“Shang Tianque, I…”
But as he was about to charge forward, a hand tightly grasped his arm.
“Ye Wushuang!”
Qing Chengtian looked at the young man who had stopped him, slightly stunned.
“Don’t be impulsive.”
Ye Wushuang held him back and then turned to Shang Tianque with a smile. “I wonder, young master, would ten thousand spirit stones be enough to quench your anger?”
Hearing this, Shang Tianque looked at Ye Wushuang, taken aback for a moment.
These father and son, Qing Zhonghao and Qing Chengtian, were clearly from a small place. How could they possibly know such a generous young master?
But who was this young man before him? To casually offer ten thousand spirit stones, he must be from one of the families in the Imperial Capital, yet Shang Tianque did not recognize him.
