Yu Yixiang's eyes were lowered, not even glancing at him.
The young man swallowed, his eyes scanning Yu Yixiang's body several times, then he reached out a hand to touch Yu Yixiang's smooth chin.
Qian Duoduo did not hesitate, taking out his Golden Rooster Sword to block the young man's dog-like paw.
“Get lost, back to where you came from!” Qian Duoduo cursed angrily.
The young man looked down at the Golden Rooster Sword, his mouth curling in disdain, “Hick, even your sword smells of dirt, and it’s made from Spirit Chicken claws.”
He pushed the Golden Rooster Sword with his hand, “Be sensible, let this girl obey this Young Master. Otherwise, I’ll make sure your Refining Spirit Sect can’t even open a sect shop.”
After a few pushes, the Golden Rooster Sword remained unmoving. The young man became somewhat annoyed and shouted loudly, “Someone!”
Three waiters, all at the Ninth Level of Qi Condensation cultivation, rushed out of the restaurant.
The young man pointed at Qian Duoduo, “Throw this hick out.”
Qian Duoduo stood up, holding the Golden Rooster Sword, and pointed at the three waiters, “Who dares? Is this how you do business? Do you dare bully customers?”
The young man threw his head back and laughed, “So what if I bully you? This entire city is mine to command.”
The three waiters closed in.
Yu Yixiang’s face was ashen as she stood up, pulling Qian Duoduo’s hand, “Let’s go.”
“He can roll, but you must stay.” The young man spread his arms, blocking Yu Yixiang’s path.
Two more waiters came over, helping the young man block Yu Yixiang.
Yu Yixiang smiled. She was originally as cold as an iceberg, but this smile was like a hundred flowers blooming in spring, and her peerless charm actually left the young man stunned.
“Have you thought it through? You want to keep me?” Yu Yixiang asked. She was smiling, but her tone was bone-chilling.
“You must stay.” Saliva drooled from the young man’s mouth.
“Bu Huan, let’s fight our way out and see who can keep us.” Yu Yixiang clenched her sword art, and a silver sword flew out, stabbing directly at the young man’s throat.
“Bang,” a waiter struck out, blocking the silver sword.
The young man retreated a few steps, “Be careful, don’t hurt my beautiful wife.”
The fire in Qian Duoduo’s chest could no longer be controlled. He swept the Golden Rooster Sword fiercely, and with a “whoosh,” a gust of strong wind swept towards the waiters.
The waiters couldn't help but retreat a few steps, then all took out their weapons.
“A Condensing Qi Stage Level Eight, and you can’t even take him down?” The young man’s face was displeased, “If you dare to strike, strike to kill. I’ll take responsibility for anything.”
With that, he reached out to grab Yu Yixiang’s wrist, “Be obedient, come with me.”
Yu Yixiang’s silver sword slashed, nearly cutting the young man’s arm.
The young man laughed heartily, “She has quite a fiery temper; this Young Master likes it even more.”
At this moment, the three waiters activated their Magic Treasures. Qian Duoduo channeled his spiritual power, preemptively sending out a sword light that directly struck the foremost waiter.
The waiter dodged to the side, and the sword light happened to land on a waiter behind him. That waiter was struck in the shoulder and immediately flew out.
Since he had injured someone, Qian Duoduo no longer held back, striking several consecutive sword blows, knocking down all the waiters blocking his path. The young man stood between Yu Yixiang and Qian Duoduo, looking coldly at Qian Duoduo, “Still has some Manli.”
He raised his voice, “Jing Zhanggui, Fubo Restaurant is about to collapse, aren’t you coming out?”
As soon as his voice fell, a short, stout man rolled down from upstairs. He laughed twice and cupped his fists to the onlookers, “My apologies, my apologies. I’ve disturbed everyone; this meal is on the house.”
The young man frowned, “Jing Zhanggui, your waiters have been beaten, and you’re not going to do anything?”
The short, stout Jing Zhanggui calmly walked over and gently cupped a hand to the young man, “Gongzi Jiao, our establishment still needs to operate. If there’s anything, could Young Master please handle it outside?”
Gongzi Jiao? Qian Duoduo suddenly thought that the City Lord’s name seemed to be Jiao Yuefei. Could this Gongzi Jiao be related to Jiao Yuefei?
“Oh, Jing Zhanggui really considers himself the manager? This Fubo Restaurant is the City Lord’s property, and you’re just an employee. Do you dare ask this Young Master to leave?” Gongzi Jiao’s mouth curled again.
“Young Master, that’s an unkind remark. The City Lord has decreed that no trouble is allowed in the city. What Young Master is doing, I’m afraid the City Lord will be angry.” Jing Zhanggui replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.
“I’m causing trouble? Jing Zhanggui, which hand of mine is causing trouble? These two from the Refining Spirit Sect were the first to strike; they injured your waiters. Jing Zhanggui, you can’t turn your elbow outwards.”
Yu Yixiang frowned tightly, calling to Qian Duoduo, “Bu Huan, let’s go.”
Gongzi Jiao raised his chin and reached out to embrace Yu Yixiang, “Thinking of leaving? Impossible.”
A cold glint flashed in Yu Yixiang’s eyes, and her silver sword suddenly moved.
“Hold your hand.” Before Jing Zhanggui could finish speaking, Gongzi Jiao’s outstretched hands had already fallen to the ground, and blood continuously gushed from his arms like spring water. Gongzi Jiao screamed like a pig being slaughtered from the pain.
Jing Zhanggui sighed, quickly took out a healing ointment, and stopped Gongzi Jiao’s bleeding.
“Let’s go.” Yu Yixiang glanced around the restaurant and said to Qian Duoduo.
Jing Zhanggui shook his robes, emitting the aura of a Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator, “Two Xiong Jun, please stay.”
“Kill him.” Gongzi Jiao pointed at Qian Duoduo and said viciously, “That woman must stay. I want to torment her well, to make her remember this Young Master for the rest of her life.”
Yu Yixiang’s silver sword was about to swing again, but Jing Zhanggui pressed down with his right hand, and a powerful aura suppressed Yu Yixiang’s hand.
“Are you going to bully the weak?” Yu Yixiang asked through gritted teeth.
Jing Zhanggui shook his head, “Young Master’s words were offensive, but it is true that the two of you struck first. Why don’t we go to the City Lord, and let the City Lord handle this matter?”
Gongzi Jiao sneered, “Right. We’ll go to the City Lord’s Mansion; justice will be served there.” A waiter nearby picked up his severed arms. In the Immortal Cultivation World, severed limbs can be regenerated; it’s just a bit more painful.
Yu Yixiang struggled a few times but couldn’t break free from Jing Zhanggui’s suppression.
“Let go of me.” Yu Yixiang glared at Jing Zhanggui.
“My apologies.” Jing Zhanggui lowered his head, but his grip remained firm.
“Ding,” Qian Duoduo shot a Yin Yang Spring Breeze Scissors at Jing Zhanggui’s right shoulder. Jing Zhanggui’s expression changed, and he retreated, a pair of gloves appearing in his hand, with the sharp points of the Yin Yang Spring Breeze Scissors protruding from the seams. As expected of a Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator, he was able to withstand the sneak attack of Qian Duoduo’s artisan artifact.
As he retreated, Yu Yixiang regained her freedom. Her silver sword flashed, forcing the waiters back, and she stood beside Qian Duoduo.
“Zhanggui, with so many diners as witnesses, don’t we need to go to the City Lord’s Mansion to clarify right from wrong?” Qian Duoduo fully circulated his Eternal Wealth and Nobility cultivation, ready to break through at any moment.
“You were the first to strike and injure someone, so you are in the wrong.” Jing Zhanggui was clearly angry as well.
“According to you, no matter what he wants, we can’t make a move?” Qian Duoduo laughed in extreme anger.
“That’s right. In this city, you must obey the City Lord’s rules.” Jing Zhanggui stood like a high wall, blocking their path.
“This Gongzi Jiao broke the rules first.” Qian Duoduo pointed at Gongzi Jiao.
“The City Lord will deal with him himself.”
“Deal with him? I guess this Gongzi Jiao is related to the City Lord, right?”
Jing Zhanggui sighed, “Gongzi Jiao is the City Lord’s Young Master. Please don’t make things difficult for me.”
At this moment, most of the diners in the restaurant saw that the situation was not good, and one by one, they quietly dropped their chopsticks and slipped out through the main door. In the restaurant hall, only Qian Duoduo and Yu Yixiang remained, confronting Jing Zhanggui and the others.
