Volume One: The Demon God Young Master Chapter 43: Who Else Objects!

Qin Qianren narrowed his eyes, though he did not flare up immediately. Instead, he forced a smile and said, "Pardon me, I've disturbed you."

The moment Qin Qianren turned around, his expression darkened. He had overheard the murmurs of those people just now, and he simply did not believe that these three individuals possessed any significant background.

Opting for caution first, however, he summoned his personal attendant and instructed him to investigate Qiyu's heritage and background.

Meanwhile, Liu Rousue gently placed her hand over Qiyu's.

He was already angry.

"I have a feeling that fellow won't just let this go!"

At this moment, Zhang Wendian lowered his voice and said, "Have you all heard the rumors circulating throughout the royal city recently about the Zhen family being wiped out overnight?"

Qiyu was startled for a moment before shaking his head. He had no wish for others to discover the existence of Yaoyao and Xiaoyu.

Liu Rousue likewise shook her head.

Zhang Wendian fixed a meaningful gaze on Qiyu and suddenly asked, "Qiyu, I hope the two of you can secure a spot in the top fifty during this year's sect grand tournament!"

Qiyu nodded slightly. "I will do my best."

The top fifty?

If he was going for it, he would aim for number one!

Before long, two figures appeared at the entrance—a pair of young women. Upon closer inspection, one of them appeared noticeably more mature and charming.

"People from the Azure Peak Sect have arrived, but why is there only a single disciple?"

"Could it be they think one disciple is quite enough?"

"That is the Saintess of the Azure Peak Sect, the Fairy of Astonishing Splendor, Liu Qingzhi!"

"It is said that the Saintess of the Azure Peak Sect has already reached the eighth stage of the Profound Martial Realm, and she is even ranked in the top ten of the dynasty's prodigy leaderboard. This year, she is expected to contend for first place against the Cliffside Academy!"

"..."

Amidst the discussions, the two women walked to the front row, cast a curious glance at Qiyu and his companions, and then took their seats at the adjacent table.

Two tables and chairs, placed side by side in the second position.

Liu Qingzhi cast a calm gaze toward Qiyu, and Qiyu turned to look back at her.

Clad in azure robes, Liu Qingzhi possessed a slender and graceful figure, delicate facial features, and a cold expression. Meeting Qiyu's gaze, the corners of her mouth merely curved upward, outlining a faint and subtle smile.

Liu Rousue lowered her voice and said, "Brother Qiyu, her aura is so powerful!"

Right at that moment, three figures appeared at the entrance once more.

An elderly man with white hair and beard, accompanied by two disciples—a young man and a young woman.

The old man was holding a book, reading as he walked, completely lost in it and utterly entranced.

This elder was none other to Master Chu of the Cliffside Academy, and the two followers behind him were his disciples.

The male disciple possessed a tall, sturdy build with resolute features, his arm muscles bulging prominently.

The female disciple, still quite young, was dressed in a white oriole-green skirt with a tassel hairpin adorning her hair. Her eyes were lively and flickering, complemented by vermilion lips and white teeth.

What an absolute beauty in the making!

Master Chu read his book without watching the path ahead, yet he deftly avoided every obstacle along the way until he reached the foremost desk and took his seat.

*Tap, tap, tap.*

Master Chu tapped the table three times, and the entire hall instantly grew quiet.

Liu Rousue remarked with a profound expression, "Tonight's welcoming banquet for prodigies is truly a feast for the eyes."

Qiyu gave a faint smile. He had indeed lingered his gaze upon the Cliffside Academy's female disciple for a fraction too long.

Yet Qiyu was not lusting after her beauty; rather, he had been trying to sense her cultivation level. To his surprise, however, he could detect no aura of cultivation from the petite young girl whatsoever!

Such unfathomable depth—tonight's gathering of prodigies and monstrous talents truly was a collection of hidden dragons and crouching tigers!

Reluctantly, Master Chu laid his book upon the table and spoke in a hoarse voice, "On behalf of Cliffside Academy, I welcome the various sects who have come to attend this prodigy welcoming banquet!"

Just then, a man abruptly stood up. It was none other than Qin Qianren.

He had just learned the true identities of Qiyu and his companions from his attendant.

Clapping his hands lightly, Qin Qianren said, "Master Chu, I am Qin Qianren from the Suspending City. I wonder which esteemed master arranged the seating arrangements for tonight's banquet?"

The young woman standing behind Master Chu spoke up, "I did. Do you have an objection?"

Qin Qianren hastily lowered his head and said, "Ah, so it is Fairy Yang Ling'er. This junior dares not have any objections, but I wonder if Fairy Ling'er might have made a mistake."

As he spoke, Qin Qianren pointed at Qiyu and the other two, continuing, "These three hail from a minor, insignificant sect, and they always finish at the very bottom of the sect grand tournament year after year. They have never once been invited to the welcoming banquet. Since this is their first time attending, why are their seats placed in such a prominent position?"

As these words fell, an uproar broke out across the hall.

Yang Ling'er stood up, her eyes sparkling with spirit. "I felt like it!"

Paying no heed to Qin Qianren whatsoever, Yang Ling'er left him stranded with a very awkward expression. His complexion shifted before he forced a smile and said, "Perhaps Fairy Ling'er is unaware, but the male disciple from the Deity-Slaying Sword Sect is named Qiyu. His father, Qi Zhenming, is the absolute disgrace of the Eastern Divine Continent—a coward whose wits were scared out of him by fiends in the Devil's Cave!"

Instantly, the gazes cast upon Qiyu by everyone present turned thoroughly disdainful.

Meanwhile, Liu Qingzhi and her master, seated right beside Qiyu, simultaneously sensed an icy, bone-chilling killing intent!

"Brother Qiyu!"

Liu Rousue's eyes also burst with intense murderous intent. When Qi Zhenming had been alive, he had always treated Liu Rousue like his own daughter.

"Do not act rashly!" Liu Qingzhi whispered in a low voice to Qiyu.

Qiyu kept his head lowered, remaining silent, but the killing intent had already begun to spill outward.

Yet Qin Qianren refused to let the matter rest. "The son of a coward—what qualifications does he have to sit in that position?"

The expressions of the three master and disciples from Cliffside Academy shifted almost imperceptibly.

Master Chu was the first to speak, lowering his voice to ask Yang Ling'er, "Is this matter true?"

Yang Ling'er nodded. "It is."

Master Chu frowned. "Absurd!"

Rising to his feet, Master Chu walked over to Qiyu. Just as Qiyu made to stand up, Master Chu pressed a hand firmly down on his shoulder.

In an instant, the murderous intent radiating from Qiyu was swept away like an invisible gust of wind.

Zhang Wendian hurriedly stood up and asked, "What is the meaning of this, Master Chu?"

Taking a deep breath, Master Chu stroked his beard and slowly said, "The grievances of the older generation have nothing to do with you. Whether you deserve to sit in that seat must be earned entirely through your own strength!"

Qiyu raised his head and smiled faintly. "Many thanks for your permission, Master!"

Qin Qianren looked at Qiyu in triumph, as though he could already picture the latter being disgracefully driven out of the banquet.

In the next instant, however, Qiyu's figure vanished from where he stood, transforming into a streak of afterimages that materialized directly in front of Qin Qianren!

Raising his hand, Qiyu delivered a fierce, resounding slap across Qin Qianren's face!

*Crack!*

The sound of the slap echoed throughout the entire hall.

Qin Qianren was sent flying backward through the air like a launched projectile. Qiyu vanished from his spot once more, reappearing precisely at the landing point where Qin Qianren was about to crash!

clenching his fist tightly, Qiyu gathered dazzling spiritual energy around his knuckles and threw a devastating punch!

*Boom!*

The fist slammed squarely into Qin Qianren's abdomen. Qin Qianren spewed a massive mouthful of blood and collapsed heavily to his knees.

"You—you dare attack me! The Qin family will never let you go for this!" Qin Qianren wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and snarled viciously.

"I will carve you up piece by piece and humiliate your fiancée right before your eyes!"

Qiyu's fingertips turned white from the force of his clenched fists.

Qin Qianren sneered, "I'll even dig up the grave of your coward of a father and scatter his ashes to the winds!"

"Qiyu! Stop!" Zhang Wendian suddenly shouted. He knew Qin Qianren was deliberately provoking Qiyu; if Qiyu lost control and killed someone in front of so many sects, he would surely face severe punishment!

Nearby, Master Chu had already turned his head away, picking up the book on the table to continue his reading.

A smile played at the corners of Yang Ling'er's lips, and the look she directed at Qiyu was actually filled with deep reverence!

Spitting out another mouthful of blood, Qin Qianren sneered icily, "Qiyu, if you have the guts, kill me!"

Qiyu suddenly let out a cold laugh, leaning in close to whisper in Qin Qianren's ear, "Do you know why the Zhen family was exterminated?"

Qin Qianren's pupils violently contracted. "It was you!"

"No, that's impossible! Impossible!"

As the heir of the Qin family, he naturally knew far more than ordinary people.

On the night of the Zhen family's banquet at the Violet Gold Pavilion, someone had witnessed a young man causing trouble, after which the Zhen family inexplicably vanished from the world.

Could it be that this young man was none other than Qiyu?!

Panic finally seized Qin Qianren entirely. Trembling from head to toe, he collapsed onto the ground and pleaded, "Spa—spare me! I beg you, spare my life!"

"Die!"

Qiyu threw a fierce punch directly at Qin Qianren's head.

*Boom!*

Blood splattered everywhere.

Qin Qianren's eyes gradually lost their focus, his body growing limp as he slumped flat against the ground, his breathing slowly fading away.

Having finished this, Qiyu wiped the blood from his palms, swept his gaze across the assembled crowd, and spoke in a calm, flat tone, "Does anyone else have objections?"

Among the prodigies and monstrous talents present, some averted their eyes, no longer daring to meet Qiyu's gaze, while others curled their lips in absolute disdain and contempt.

After all, Qin Qianren was hardly a peerless prodigy; many of the talents present were fully capable of taking his life just as easily.

Stealing closer to Master Chu, Yang Ling'er whispered quietly, "Master, was my judgment correct or not?"

Master Chu shifted his gaze away from his book. "The person you calculated was truly him!"

Yang Ling'er turned up her nose in supreme triumph. "Tsk tsk, a golden scaled dragon was never meant to be confined to a mere puddle!"