Translator: AstralGhost Editor: Kurisu

  In a carefree garden jungle similar to Jiangsu's waterways, numerous people were gathered in groups and chatting leisurely. The servants were rushing about looking exceptionally busy, even though no one knew what they were busy with.

  Wang Yuyan was simply looking at Bei Feng with wide eyes. This was completely due to curiosity. How could a person change so drastically?

  Back at Yarlung Zangbo grand canyon when she first met Bei Feng, he seemed like a sharp sword, extremely domineering.

  But now, he just seemed like a normal person. Although he looked rather youthful, she could feel a sense of age in him as though he'd experienced the myriad vicissitudes of life.

  This had nothing to do with age. Rather, it was something formed from one's experiences in life.

  "This is something I promised you that time; an item of equivalent value to the Reishi King spirit herb, the Dragon Tiger Pill! As long as an Evolved Jing master consumes this, they will be able to breakthrough to the Xiantian realm with 100 percent certainty!

  Of course, the flaw of this thing is also very obvious. Once one relies on it to break through, they will be stuck in the Xiantian realm forever, never to proceed further!"

  Two small boxes appeared on the table with a wave of Bei Feng's hand.

  He opened the boxes lightly, revealing the pills inside. As he did so, a thick pill fragrance drifted out.

  "Mmh? What's that smell? It's so nice!"

  "Those are pills! And not just any regular pills!"

  Although Bei Feng had only opened the box for a short moment and closed it again immediately, the pill fragrance had still spread outwards.

  The guests from the other tables quickly turned around and looked at the box in front of Bei Feng. Quite obviously, the fragrance had come from there.

  "Are the pills really as amazing as you said?"

  Wang Yuyan's eyes shook unsteadily, somewhat unwilling to believe such a good thing.

  How difficult was it to reach the Xiantian realm? The entire Wang Clan only had about 10 in total. Of of those 10, six were over a hundred years old. In the last century, only four people managed to break through to the Xiantian realm. As for the recent years, only Wang Hong managed to breakthrough!

  From this, one could see just how difficult it was to reach that realm! Although Bei Feng seemed to have met lots of Xiantian experts, that was because the circle of people he came into contact with was different! If one was strong, the people they came into contact with would naturally also be of the strong!

  "Of course! This can be considered as fulfilling one of the three favors I owe you."

  Bei Feng carried a light smile on his face as he looked at the innocent expression on Wang Yuyan's face. In that moment, he felt the burden in his heart lessen by a lot.

  "Wait a while, I'll get my father to come and take a look!"

  Wang Yuyan leapt up and ran off.

  "Boss, are we really giving this Dragon Tiger Pills to the Wang Clan?" Mystic Three asked tentatively.

  "For the current me, the Dragon Tiger Pills are not anything worth a mention at all. Could it be that you want one for yourself?" Bei Feng asked with a smile that was not a smile.

  "This subordinate deserves death!"

  Mystic Three's face paled as he hurriedly bowed his head. He would be able to break through to the Xiantian realm by himself with just a little more time. Consuming the Dragon Tiger Pill now would be the same as cutting off his own path!

  A group of people walked over to Bei Feng. The one in the lead was a young man, and he had an amiable smile on his face as he clasped his hands and asked, "Friend, I am from Qingzhou's Yang Clan. May I ask where these pills came from?"

  "Mount Longhu."

  Bei Feng took another sip out of his cup and furrowed his brows lightly. Although this tea was good, it didn't have the taste he was looking for.

  "I wonder if this friend her is willing to sell the pills to me? I can definitely offer a good price to trade for them. How does three stalks of third grade spirit herbs sound?"

  Yang Feng looked extremely sincere and gave others a comfortable feeling.

  However, Bei Feng did not bother to look at him, and was minding his own business, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

  When Yang Feng saw Bei Feng closing his eyes he'd already sowed a seed of hatred in his heart from the beginning. No one had dared to slight him like this in all these years of his life. In that moment, he moved to open the box and take a look at the goods. He didn't care if Bei Feng was willing or not, and his words were only a form of formality. But before his fingers could touch the jade box, a cold voice sounded next to his ear.

  "Leave your hand behind and go. Otherwise, I don't mind slaughtering you here and now."

  Yang Feng's body stiffened for a moment and he retracted his hand as he regarded Bei Feng with unfriendly eyes.

  Although that fellow had a head of white hair, he was obviously not old. The two following him were also youngsters. From the looks of it, this guy should just be the successor of some small clan.

  Yang Feng laughed coldly as he finished measuring Bei Feng. This thing that couldn't tell life from death actually dared to speak to him like that? One had to know that the strength of his clan was not inferior to even that of their host, the Wang Clan!

  The middle aged man behind Yang Feng stepped out and spat in a low voice, "Preposterous! It's your honor that our Young Master is willing to speak with you!"

  There was nothing extraordinary about his looks, except for his red palms which caused one to be unable to forget him after just seeing him once.

  "I'll trouble Uncle Yang to help me bring the pills over her for me to take a look."

  Yang Feng nodded and signaled the middle-aged man with his eyes.

  Yang Tielan boldly walked to the table and stretched out his hand to grab the jade box.

  Bei Feng did not even look at him. But from the eyes of the crowd, he looked like he had been scared silly to a point where he didn't dare to say anything.

  Yang Tielan's aura was simply too overbearing. He was like a fiery furnace, sending heat waves roiling out from him in all directions. From this, one could tell immediately that he was an Evolved Jing master, and he was not a weak one at that.

  "Since you've stretched out your hand, just leave it behind!"

  Just as Yang Tielan's fingers came into contact with the jade box, his face suddenly contorted drastically. A crimson whip had appeared at an unknown time, coiling around his arm!

  "Sha!"

  "AHH!"

  Mystic One smiled warmly, but her eyes were cold to a frightful extent. With a light tug of the whip, it tightened around Yang Tielan's arm in an instant!

  Without expending much effort, Tielan's arm was completely ripped off his shoulder!

  A wretched cry rang out, spreading through the entire yard!

  One had to say that Evolved Jing masters were truly powerful experts! Even their cries were so bright and clear!

  A sprout of blood spurted from Tielan's shoulder, dying the ground red. At this point, Tielan's forehead was filled with large droplets of sweat. However, his willpower was exceedingly strong!

  Gritting his teeth with pain, he forcefully jabbed at a few areas around his shoulder, causing the blood flow to lessen greatly before finally stopping.

  "Audacious! You're looking for death to dare to challenge my Yang Clan! Today, I'll let you experience what it means to wish for death!"

  Yang Feng exploded with rage. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect that those ragtag bunch of people would actually dare to retaliate! Furthermore, they actually crippled an Evolved Jing master with a single strike!

  Yang Tielan's cultivation path was such that his strength was mostly concentrated onto his palms. Even if his arm was reattached, his overall battle prowess would still drop greatly!

  Just as Yang Feng was prepared to lead the five, six experts behind him to fight, Yang Tielan suddenly screamed out while gritting his teeth with pain, "Hold it!"

  "Uncle Yang?"

  Yang Feng looked towards Yang Tielan in confusion.

  "The matter today ends here. May senior please show forgiveness," Yang Tielan said respectfully.

  Yang Feng's face alternated between green and white as he looked at his Uncle Yang. Those who could cause Yang Tielan to show so much respect were only Xiantian Lords!

  But looking at Mystic One's young face, how could someone of her age be a Xiantian Lord!

  Although the Yang Clan was powerful, they could not afford to offend Xiantian Lords for no good reason! Unless, of course, they had the confidence to kill the opponent in one strike!

  "It's possible to be spared from a death penalty, but it's hard to escape a living punishment. Mystic One, go and cripple his cultivation," Bei Feng instructed casually.

  "Yes!"

  Mystic One nodded her head lightly and stepped out towards Yang Feng with her long red whip trailing behind her.

  "I'm the son of the Yang Clan's clan leader! You dare! There's over 10 Xiantian Lords under our clan. Are you forcing the Yang Clan to form a death grudge with you?!"

  Seeing Mystic One walking closer and closer to him, Yang Feng hurriedly backed off and hid behind the five, six experts he'd brought. As he ran, he did not forget to raise his voice and challenge Mystic One. His eyes were filled with anger and venom!

  In his heart, he was wondering where the elder had gone off to. The Yang Clan had actually arrived under the lead of a Xiantian Lord this time. Originally, their purpose was just to bring Yang Feng over to take a look and, at the same time, see if he could strike up a good relationship with Wang Yuyan. As long as the elder arrived quickly, he would no longer have anything to fear!