Chapter 6700
You Can't Afford to Offend This Kind of Person
"What did you see? You just got lucky and found some evidence!" Qin Lingling curled her lip, her face full of disdain, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes full of contempt.
In her opinion, Xiao Chen just got lucky and happened to discover the flaw in the painting; there was nothing remarkable about it.
"You, you, didn't you notice? That person is a cultivator. He's completely different from ordinary martial artists." Qin Fang said, each word seemingly uttered with all his might, his tone filled with undisguised shock.
His eyes revealed a hint of fear, yet also a hint of excitement, as if he had discovered some earth-shattering secret.
Qin Lingling's pupils widened suddenly, like two startled glass marbles, and her carefully drawn eyebrows almost flew to her hairline.
She nearly jumped up, her voice rising eight octaves: "A cultivator? How is that possible!"
As someone who has practiced martial arts since childhood, she naturally understands what "cultivator" means.
In her mind, cultivators were legendary beings, even more mysterious and powerful than martial artists.
Although cultivators and martial artists may seem similar, they are fundamentally different.
Cultivators are closer to the legendary cultivators of ancient times. Their cultivation methods are mysterious and unpredictable, and they can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to enhance their own strength.
At the same level, cultivators are far stronger than ordinary martial artists.
Take the Dragon Blood Realm as an example. Although the strength of warriors in the Dragon Blood Realm should not be underestimated, they also have their limits.
However, cultivators in the Dragon Blood Realm can do many things that martial artists cannot.
They can tear steel plates apart with their bare hands; those hard steel plates are as fragile as paper in their hands.
They could easily take on a hundred opponents, and they could also handle the siege of a group of martial artists with ease.
They can even emerge unscathed from a hail of bullets, as if the bullets have lost their power in front of them.
In the Dragon Kingdom, any family that has a powerful cultivator in charge can immediately join the ranks of top-tier families.
With the protection of cultivators, the family's influence and status will rise sharply, and they will be able to roam freely in the martial arts world.
Thinking of this, Qin Lingling couldn't help but gasp, and her opinion of Xiao Chen quietly changed.
"Grandpa, are you sure you're not mistaken? He's so young. What cultivator is only in their early twenties? The cultivators I've seen are at least ninety years old, all with white hair and an air of otherworldly grace. How could he be that young!"
Qin Lingling still couldn't believe it, shaking her head like a rattle-drum, her eyes full of doubt.
She grew up in the antique circle and had come into contact with some martial artists and cultivators. In her impression, those cultivators were all highly skilled people who had accumulated experience over the years and possessed profound strength, unlike Xiao Chen, who was young and impetuous.
Qin Fang suddenly burst into laughter, a hearty laugh that carried a hint of madness, as if his long-suppressed emotions were finally erupting at this moment.
He abruptly stopped laughing, his expression instantly turning serious and solemn, a hint of awe flashing in his eyes as if he had seen something terrifying.
"You're wrong! He's not an ordinary cultivator; he's far more terrifying than the average cultivator! To have such attainments at less than twenty years old—this talent and strength are simply unheard of! Give him another twenty years to grow, and even that great figure from the Holy Land, known as the 'Holy King,' would probably have to give way!"
His voice was deep and powerful, each word seemingly carrying immense force.
As he spoke, he grabbed his granddaughter's shoulders and shook her violently, his eyes filled with urgency and determination:
"Ah Ling! Remember! From today onwards, our family must do everything in our power to befriend this man! This is a matter of great importance concerning the rise and fall of our family! If we can climb up to his powerful backing, our Qin family's status in the martial arts world will be incomparable; if we offend him, the consequences will be unimaginable, and the entire family may be plunged into utter ruin!" At this moment, Xiao Chen was naturally unaware that he had become Qin Fang's coveted "hot commodity."
He walked out of Qinrenxuan, stood on the street, and raised his hand to flag down a car.
But after waiting for a long time, the passing taxis were either carrying passengers or whizzing by without stopping at all.
Xiao Chen frowned, a surge of irritation rising within him.
He tugged at his clothes and muttered, "Forget it, let's run back. It's not too far. Consider it exercise."
Under the cover of night, the ancient city is brightly lit, like a dazzling pearl set in the earth.
The shops on both sides of the street were brightly lit, and the neon lights flashed with colorful light, reflecting the bustling crowds.
Xiao Chen jogged along the street, his steps light and steady, as if he were one with the night.
If someone observes closely, they will notice that with each step he takes, he leaves a faint, fleeting aura on the ground. This is a manifestation of the spiritual energy overflowing from his body, but ordinary people cannot detect it at all.
As he ran, he suddenly noticed changes on the street.
The once quaint and elegant "Moxiangzhai" calligraphy and painting shop on the street corner has now been transformed into a trendy milk tea shop.
The glass display case is filled with various exquisite milk tea cups, and the signboard at the entrance of the shop is flashing with dazzling light and playing dynamic music, which seems out of place with the surrounding environment.
Xiao Chen's thoughts drifted away. Back in the ancient city, he and his wife often went to "Moxiangzhai" to browse for old books.
At that time, they walked hand in hand along the narrow streets and into the shops filled with the aroma of books.
The shop was filled with a faint scent of ink, and the bookshelves were filled with all kinds of old books, including yellowed ancient books and tattered magazines.
They would wander among the bookshelves, carefully selecting each book, and occasionally get excited when they discovered a good one.
Those heartwarming scenes seem like they happened just yesterday, both vivid and distant.
Now, things have changed, and "Moxiangzhai" no longer exists, leaving him alone on this bustling street, a nameless melancholy welling up in his heart.
"Jiang Meng, wherever you are, please hold on, I will find you and rescue you..."
Xiao Chen walked alone on the street, muttering to himself in a low and firm voice, as if encouraging himself.
A hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes, a deep affection and concern for Jiang Meng, but this tenderness was quickly replaced by coldness, replaced by endless killing intent and ruthlessness.
He knew that rescuing Jiang Meng would be fraught with difficulties and dangers, but he was prepared to risk everything, even his own life.
Just then, Xiao Chen's pupils suddenly contracted, and a faint aura was following him from afar.
The aura was extremely well concealed; if he hadn't been so perceptive, he would have had no chance of detecting it.
Xiao Chen sneered inwardly. It seemed someone was getting impatient and was about to make a move against him. (End of Chapter)