130: Chapter 130 For the Sake of the Chicken

Shen Qingyuan tucked his hands into his sleeves and glanced at the old man in the black robe.

"Yinxian Village?"

He let out a soft laugh, his tone casual. "A mere deacon dares to act so wildly before me?"

The black-robed old man's Face turned ashen, and the sharp pain in his wrist made his whole body tremble. However, hearing Shen Qingyuan's words, he actually steadied himself a bit.

In his view, this was just an ignorant junior who didn't know the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth.

Yinxian Village was one of the Three Great Holy Lands of the Southern Region, presided over by a Saint and possessing deep foundations.

In this Southern Region, who would dare not give Yinxian Village some Face?

"Junior, do you know what Yinxian Village represents?" The black-robed old man gritted his teeth, his voice raspy. "My Yinxian Village is overseen by a Saint and has dozens of Asking Dao Realm experts! An ant in the Meridian Opening Realm like you dares to—"

*Crack.*

Before he could finish, the Old Turtle applied a bit more force with his hand.

The sound of shattering bones grew more frequent. The black-robed old man's wrist twisted at a bizarre angle, bone shards piercing through the skin, dripping with blood.

"Aaaahhh!!!"

The black-robed old man let out a pig-slaughtering scream, nearly falling to his knees.

A fierce expression appeared on the Old Turtle's Face. "If the Sovereign didn't tell you to speak, then shut your mouth."

The black-robed old man trembled all over, his eyes filled with terror.

Only now did he realize that regardless of the young man's strength, the hunched old man before him had power far exceeding his own!

And this person actually referred to that Meridian Opening Realm youth as 'Sovereign'?

The black-robed old man's mind was in total chaos.

Shen Qingyuan didn't pay any attention to the old man, only saying flatly, "Leave him an intact corpse."

He didn't even hold Yinxian Village in high regard, let alone a mere Cultivator from there.

But considering he had eaten several of Yinxian Village's Heaven-Swallowing Brocade-Plumed Chickens, he decided to leave the man an intact corpse.

Speaking of which, those Heaven-Swallowing Brocade-Plumed Chickens really did taste quite good.

Especially the first one he ate; the meat was tender, melting in the mouth, and even the bones had a hint of sweetness.

He really missed that flavor.

He'd have to get a couple to taste when he went back.

Of course, he wouldn't eat them for nothing.

Wasn't he leaving an intact corpse now out of gratitude for the chickens?

The black-robed old man's pupils shrank abruptly.

"You—you can't kill me!"

He shrieked hoarsely, his voice trembling. "I am from Yinxian Village! If you kill me, Yinxian Village will surely hold you accountable!"

He struggled desperately, his internal Qi surging wildly as he tried to break free from the Old Turtle's grip.

However, the Old Turtle's withered palm was like forged iron, remaining completely motionless.

"Accountable?" Shen Qingyuan smiled casually. "Why would I fear Yinxian Village?"

The black-robed old man's body stiffened.

Looking into Shen Qingyuan's languid eyes, he suddenly felt a chill welling up from the depths of his Soul.

That gaze was too calm.

It was absolute confidence, the composure that only those standing at the Peak possess.

"You—who exactly are you?!" The black-robed old man's voice was shaking.

Shen Qingyuan did not answer.

He turned around and walked toward Shen Yuanshan and the others, leaving behind a single sentence: "Clean it up."

The Old Turtle grinned, revealing a mouthful of stark white teeth. "Rest assured, Sovereign. I'll make sure it's clean."

The black-robed old man's Face was deathly pale. He tried his best to struggle, only to find that the Qi in his body seemed to be sealed; he couldn't mobilize even a shred of it.

"No—you can't—"

*Crack.*

The Old Turtle closed his fingers, directly crushing the man's throat.

The black-robed old man's voice came to an abrupt halt. His eyes bulged, his Face still etched with terror and resentment.

*Thud.*

The corpse hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The Old Turtle walked back to Shen Qingyuan's side with a smile, standing with his hands down.

Not far away, the onlookers' Faces were all deathly pale, their bodies trembling.

That was a ninth-level Void Tempering Realm powerhouse!

In the Southern Region, that was a top-tier expert!

And he died just like that?

Who exactly was that hunched old man?

To casually crush a ninth-level Void Tempering expert to death... his strength must be at least in the Primal Chaos Realm, or even the Asking Dao Realm!

Shen Quan stood to the side, his mouth agape, completely stunned.

He knew Ninth Uncle was powerful, but he never imagined Ninth Uncle would be this formidable!

Facing someone from Yinxian Village, he killed without even blinking!

That was Yinxian Village!

One of the Three Great Holy Lands of the Southern Region!

An existence with a Saint presiding over it!

"Ni—Ninth Uncle..." Shen Quan swallowed hard, his voice a bit shaky. "Is it really okay that we killed someone from Yinxian Village?"

Shen Qingyuan raised an eyebrow and pointed at the Old Turtle. "He's the one who killed him. What does that have to do with our Shen Family?"

He didn't take Yinxian Village to heart. Saint Xutian of Yinxian Village had already met him; would he still dare to come looking for trouble?

"If he's dead, he's dead. Why think so much?" Shen Yuanshan patted Shen Quan's shoulder.

He didn't care much either. He supported Shen Qingyuan unconditionally; since Shen Qingyuan killed him, then he deserved to be killed.

In his words, Little Nine had never been wrong in what he did!

If he said to kill, then the person deserved to die!

Shen Yuanhe also grinned, showing his white teeth. "A mere deacon... Yinxian Village won't go to war over such a minor character."

Shen Quan opened his mouth, wanting to say that the man was from a Holy Land, but seeing the nonchalant expressions of several Elders, he swallowed his words.

Fine, the emperor isn't worried, so why should the eunuch be?

Shen Chong stood to the side with a calm expression, but a flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He previously only knew the Ninth Elder was powerful, but he didn't expect him to ignore even the Face of Yinxian Village.

Just how much confidence did that require?

And Sun Buer, who had been following behind, finally snapped out of it.

He swallowed and hurried to Shen Qingyuan, his expression changing from shock to an even more eager flattery.

"Young Master! Young Master!"

He pulled a token from his robe and presented it to Shen Qingyuan with both hands.

The token was dark red, made of warm jade, with a faint light flowing over its surface. On the front, the words 'Taotie' were carved in an ancient style, the calligraphy bold and fluid, with a faint spiritual glow.

"Young Master, this is the Supreme VIP Token of my Taotie Pavilion!"

Sun Buer's tone was full of fawning.

"With this token, the Young Master can enjoy the Spirit Cuisine of any Taotie Pavilion, and all expenses will be borne by us! You can also prioritize ordering all limited-edition Spirit Cuisine! You can even have our Pavilion Master cook for you!"

Free tasting!

The Pavilion Master cooking personally!

Any one of these conditions was enough to drive countless Cultivators mad!

Taotie Pavilion's Spirit Cuisine was something even those in the Asking Dao Realm flocked to!

Ordinary Cultivators who wanted to buy the cheapest Spirit Cuisine had to wait in line for days.

As for those limited-edition Spirit Cuisines, they were often unavailable at any price; sometimes even money couldn't buy them.

As for letting the Taotie Pavilion Master cook personally—

That was a Saint Realm powerhouse!

Even the Saints of the Three Great Holy Lands would find it difficult to make him act.

Shen Qingyuan glanced at the token, reached out to take it, and weighed it in his hand.

"Can have your Pavilion Master personally work? Sounds good."

He turned and handed the token to Luo Qingyue, a playful look on his Face. "Qingyue, keep it safe. Maybe one day we'll have to invite the Pavilion Master over."

Luo Qingyue's Face stiffened. Although her infiltration of Taotie Pavilion years ago was very secretive, she wasn't sure if the Pavilion Master had discovered any clues.

Even if he hadn't, she would inevitably feel a bit guilty seeing the Taotie Pavilion Master again.

Sun Buer naturally didn't notice anything unusual about Luo Qingyue. He nodded repeatedly, his Face covered in smiles. "As long as the Young Master is satisfied! As long as you're satisfied!"

With his status, he could only give out one such token.

But giving it to Shen Qingyuan, he felt it was not a loss.

This was a suspected Saint!

How many Saints were there in the entire Southern Region?

To be able to establish a relationship with such a figure was definitely worth it!

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