Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Your Face? How Much is it Worth?

Lou Qianxue glared at Yan Gongqing and said in a calm voice, “First, he was the one who provoked me and asked me to beat him up.

“Second, he was the one who said that he wanted to kill me! I believe that had he been the powerful one between us, the one lying on the ground would be me!”

Everyone knew that what Lou Qianxue was right, but Yan Gongqing was still infuriated.

“I don’t care about your grievances with him! Every action has its consequences! When you kill people in my territory, you just don’t give me face!”

“Your face?” Lou Qianxue bit her lip a little. “How much is it worth?”

The pure disdain caused Yan Gongqing to explode in fury. “Lou Qianxue! You’re too arrogant. Don’t you know that I’m the grandson of Master Yan, a disciple of Alchemy King Mansion’s inner sect?”

“Isn’t my arrogance something that everyone in Liuyun Prefecture knows about?” Lou Qianxue looked at Yan Gongqing as if he were a fool.

“You! Lou Qianxue, you’re doing this on purpose, huh? You refused to be guided by me because you look down on me, don’t you? But what are you? Just a piece of trash. Who are you to look down on me, an alchemist?”

“Alchemist? You’re just a second-grade alchemist! What’s there to be proud of?”

Lou Qianxue and Yan Gongqing had a ‘war of words’, and it made everyone else giddy.

“Lou Qianxue is definitely not trash!”

“But even though she isn’t, she’s too arrogant. How dare she speak to Young Master Yan like this?”

“Damn! She said that he’s just a second-grade alchemist. Does this woman think she’s a god?”

“She doesn’t have a clear mind. However, she has a decent cultivation base, and her backing is Leng Qianhan. I must keep a good distance from this maniac in the future. Otherwise, I might not even know how I died after accidentally offending her someday!”

While the others discussed among themselves, someone strode into a bamboo house located in the deepest part of the bamboo forest in Baicao Garden.

“Master Yan, Master Yan. Bad news. Someone just killed a person at the banquet!”

The person who had run inside the house was Yan Gongqing’s servant. He feared that unpredictable changes might happen in the banquet because of Lou QIanxue, so he had hurried to report the matter to Master Yan.

However,

The bamboo house was in a state of deep silence.

When the young man in the scarlet mask heard the noise at the door, a murderous intent flashed in his cold, amorous eyes. He nonchalantly asked, “Master Yan, someone is coming again. Say, should I kill him as well?”

The smell of blood reeked in the house, and two cultivators breathlessly lay on the floor. They had been dead for a long time.

Master Yan, whose hair and beard had turned white, angrily replied, “I said I don’t know the person you are talking about.”

“You don’t know?” The scarlet-masked man pressed the icy dagger against Master Yan’s chin. “Since we of the Gate of Seven Kills have found you, do you think you can still escape? I know that he once guided you. He is kind of... your teacher. You had the grace of knowing and meeting him. I’m only looking for him to cure an illness, and I have no intention of harming him.”

“Would the people from the Gate of Seven Kills look for someone to save a person instead of killing them?” Master Yan did not believe him.

“It’s up to you to trust my words. But are you sure you want to sacrifice the lives of everyone in this garden for that person? If I did not recall wrongly, your son is in there as well?”

“Y-You monster. What do you want?”

“This depends on your cooperation. If you tell us about his whereabouts, everyone in this garden lives on. If you don’t... heh!”

Master Yan’s expression kept changing. Finally, he showed a defeated look. “You really won’t kill my teacher?”

“Of course.”

“Fine, I’ll tell you then.”