Chapter 143: Murong Yun Came to Understand

"A Grandmaster in his early twenties? Are you certain?"

Jiang Haisheng knew very well the sheer significance and weight of a Grandmaster in his early twenties.

"Your disciple is entirely certain," Ren Huaxiong replied solemnly.

Jiang Haisheng fell into silence.

After a long while, Jiang Haisheng asked, "Why did he kill your junior brother, and why did he injure you? Could it be that he did not know you are my disciples?"

Ren Huaxiong recounted the entire sequence of events.

"Master, this brat holds no regard for you whatsoever, and even openly threatened to come to your residence to provoke you."

"What?! He threatened to come here and provoke me?"

Hearing this, Jiang Haisheng flew into a rage. In the pugilistic world, such a challenge was equivalent to kicking down the doors of a martial arts hall and smashing the place. This was not merely failing to give him face; it was a total and utter disregard for Jiang Haisheng himself.

"It is the absolute truth, Master. This disciple dares not exaggerate in the slightest."

Ren Huaxiong had indeed not added any embellishments, for the truth alone was more than enough to incense Jiang Haisheng.

Jiang Haisheng laughed out of extreme anger. "Good! Very good! How many years has it been since Lucheng produced someone so arrogant? A junior Grandmaster in his early twenties dares to threaten me. It seems I have not made a move in so long that everyone has forgotten about me, Jiang Haisheng, the King of Eagle Claws."

Jiang Haisheng had risen to fame through his Eagle Claw technique. His pair of razor-sharp eagle claws had faced few rivals, carving out a legendary reputation for him.

In recent years, Jiang Haisheng had rarely made a move, living in seclusion within this courtyard to practice martial arts and pursue an even higher level of power.

Mostly, there was simply no one left in Lucheng worthy of his attention.

Lin Yang's provocation completely enraged Jiang Haisheng.

"Master, shall we just wait for him to show up here?" Ren Huaxiong asked.

"Perhaps it was just empty boasting on his part, and he may not actually dare to come. But I have been in seclusion for so long that I yearn for action; I need a monumental battle, which might just provide the opportunity I need to break through to the seventh grade. Go draft a formal challenge and deliver it to him. Three days from now, we shall duel at Chaoyin Lake, where not only shall superiority be decided, but life and death as well."

Having sat in silent seclusion in the courtyard for two years without any breakthrough in his realm, Jiang Haisheng vaguely sensed that he needed a catalyst to step into the seventh-grade Grandmaster realm.

"I only hope this brat is not too weak. Since he dares to run his mouth, he had better possess some genuine skill, or else this will all be utterly meaningless."

With that, Jiang Haisheng waved his hand, signaling for Ren Huaxiong to withdraw.

Grand Peak Hotel.

Lin Yang and Murong Yun were enjoying a romantic dinner.

"Congratulations, Mr. Lin. After tonight, your name will resound throughout Lucheng."

Murong Yun raised her wine glass to toast him.

Lin Yang smiled faintly. "Lucheng is merely a small place, and making a name for oneself here is nothing special. Even the Four Great Grandmasters of Lucheng, while holding transcendent status locally, amount to nothing truly formidable when compared to the entirety of Nandu, or even the wider southern region."

"That is true as well. With your abilities, sooner or later you will step out of Lucheng and make a nationwide name for yourself, and I believe that day will not be far off."

Murong Yun nodded slightly.

"May your auspicious words come true."

Lin Yang clinked glasses with her, the two of them chatting and laughing merrily.

They had finished two bottles of champagne. Although Lin Yang rarely drank under normal circumstances and did not possess a bottomless capacity for alcohol, he was, after all, a Xiantian Grandmaster whose physique far surpassed ordinary mortals, rendering the intoxicating effects of alcohol minimal upon him.

Furthermore, he could circulate his internal energy to force the alcohol out of his body. As long as he wished, he could drink indefinitely without ever getting drunk.

Murong Yun, however, was showing clear signs of intoxication. Her cheeks were flushed, and her gaze had grown slightly hazy.

"The wine is finished. Let me send you home."

Lin Yang set down his wine glass.

Murong Yun smiled with a pout, then reached into her handbag, pulled out a room keycard, and handed it to Lin Yang with a seductive look in her eyes. "I've booked a room. Here is the keycard."

Taking the keycard, Lin Yang understood completely that Murong Yun was not yet satisfied and intended to order another metaphorical course of abalone and chicken in the room to truly fulfill her appetite.

"Alright! I'll go settle the bill first."

"Go ahead, I'll wait for you right here."

Murong Yun rested her chin on one hand, looking at Lin Yang with an expression so tender it seemed capable of melting.

Lin Yang stood up, left the private dining suite, and headed to the cash register to pay the bill. On his way back through the corridor, however, he ran into Qin Menong, who was walking out from the direction of the restrooms.

Ever since the somewhat unpleasant fallout with Qin Menong that night, Lin Yang had intended to steer clear of their clandestine affairs for a while.

Besides, over the past couple of days, he had been growing intensely close with Yimo, deeply engrossed in their passionate encounters like glue and lacquer, leaving him with no spare thoughts for Qin Menong.

The two of them locked eyes. A trace of surprise, mingled with a flicker of barely perceptible delight, flashed across Qin Menong's face, though she quickly masked it.

Qin Menong's lips parted slightly, but she chose not to greet Lin Yang, intending to simply brush past him.

"Hey... why are you acting like strangers? Not even a word of greeting?"

Lin Yang turned around and spoke.

"Weren't you the one who didn't want to greet me either?"

Qin Menong stopped in her tracks without turning back.

"How did you know I didn't want to greet you?"

Lin Yang was somewhat annoyed by this attitude of hers. Damn it, what is she putting on an act for? When she was calling him daddy in bed, she certainly wasn't acting like this!

"I don't want to argue with you. If you have nothing else to say, I'm leaving." Qin Menong said.

"What's the rush?"

Lin Yang walked straight up to Qin Menong, grabbed her shoulders, spun her around, and asked, "Haven't seen you in two days. Did you miss me?"

Qin Menong was startled and hurriedly glanced to the left and right.

"In broad daylight, can you please stop talking nonsense?"

Clearly, Qin Menong desperately wanted to keep their relationship under wraps.

"What? Are you on a date with someone and afraid they'll find out?" Lin Yang teased.

"So what if I am?" Qin Menong sneered.

Lin Yang's brows furrowed. He pinched Qin Menong's chin and pinned her directly against the wall. "Did I give you permission to go on a date with someone?"

Qin Menong shoved hard against Lin Yang, but her efforts failed. Lowering her voice, she said, "Does this have anything to do with you? Why on earth would I need your permission? Listen well, Lin Yang, from now on we had best mind our own business. Whatever happened between us before, I have already forgotten it, and you'd better forget it too. Make sure a third person never finds out, or I won't let you off. Even if your martial arts skills are formidable now, I have ways to kill you."

With that, Qin Menong shoved Lin Yang away once more and walked off without looking back.

"Daring to threaten me? Qin Menong, looks like your backside is itching for another spanking."

Seeing Qin Menong's voluptuous and mature figure, Lin Yang couldn't help feeling his hands itch.

The more arrogant Qin Menong acted, the more Lin Yang wanted to ruthlessly smack her shapely rear, listening to her beg for mercy and hearing her cry out for daddy.

Privately, Lin Yang activated his divine double-pupil clairvoyance to track Qin Menong.

Qin Menong walked into another private dining room. Inside sat a middle-aged man who indeed sported a Mediterranean bald spot and a lecherous expression. The way he looked at Qin Menong was filled with undisguised lust—the absolute picture of an old lecher.

Lin Yang did not believe for a second that Qin Menong could ever take a fancy to such a man.

"It seems I was worrying over nothing."

Since Qin Menong was now his woman, he would never allow another man to lay a finger on her.

He walked over to the cash register to settle the bill, all the while keeping a watchful eye on the situation inside Qin Menong's private room through his clairvoyance.