237: Chapter 237 The Cangming Family is truly impressive!

Chapter 237: The Cangming Clan is truly imposing! On the carriage shaft, Old Turtle was slowly retracting his hand.

He looked toward the Black-Robed Elder with cloudy old eyes, a kind smile still hanging on the corners of his mouth: "It's one thing for a young person to have a big temper, but for an adult to be just as unreasonable, that's not very good."

The Black-Robed Elder's pupils constricted slightly.

The claw strike he had just used was at seventy percent of his power.

With his Primal Chaos Realm, Eighth Stage cultivation, even a Cultivator of the same rank taking it head-on would never have done so with such ease.

Yet this stooped old man driving the carriage had casually neutralized his offensive and even forced him back three zhang.

This level of strength... it must be at least the Asking Dao Realm!

Cold sweat instantly soaked the Black-Robed Elder's inner garment, and his spine felt cold.

The youth had not yet reacted and was about to start cursing, but the Black-Robed Elder grabbed his shoulder.

He turned his head to look at Uncle He, his Face full of resentment: "Uncle He, what are you doing?"

Uncle He said in a low voice: "Young Master, this person is in the Asking Dao Realm!"

"So what if he is in the Asking Dao Realm? Does the Cangming Clan lack Asking Dao Realm experts?" The youth raised his chin even higher, his eyes wide open, his tone full of taken-for-granted arrogance.

With a flick of his wrist, the dark red long whip straightened again. He pointed the tip of the whip at Uncle He, then at the carriage, "Uncle He, call some people here and tear this broken carriage, the people, and the horse all apart for me!"

The wrinkles on Uncle He's Face twitched, but he did not move.

He knew too well; that palm strike from the stooped old man just now looked light and airy, but the force behind it was as dense as an undercurrent beneath a thousand-year cold pool, impossible to fathom.

Someone who could disperse seventy percent of his power with a single palm and force him back three zhang was at least at the Middle Stage of the Asking Dao Realm, perhaps even at the Peak of the Asking Dao Realm.

"Young Master," Uncle He lowered his voice, his withered palm gently pressing down on the youth's wrist, forcing the taut long whip down, "This person's background is unknown; we must not act rashly."

"You dog servant! I am the master! How dare you disobey me?" The youth violently shook off Uncle He's hand, his Face flushed red, and he scolded sharply: "In Beiming City, the Cangming Clan is the sky! So what if he is at the Peak of the Asking Dao Realm? Would he dare to touch a single hair on my head?"

Uncle He's expression stiffened, and his demeanor darkened slightly.

Meanwhile, the youth turned his head to look at Old Turtle and scolded: "Old thing, kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake to this young master, and maybe I'll spare you once!"

The youth's voice echoed over the main street of Beiming City.

The Loose Cultivators on the side of the street had already retreated under the eaves, each of them shrinking their necks, not daring to breathe loudly.

Some people stole a glance toward the carriage, then quickly looked away, their eyes full of sympathy.

People from the Cangming Clan were local tyrants in Beiming City.

Never mind rampaging through the streets; even if they killed someone in the street, no one would dare to say a word against it.

Several years ago, someone relying on their Asking Dao Realm cultivation offended a disciple of the Cangming Clan, and within half a day, they were dead outside the city.

On the carriage shaft, Old Turtle kept his hands tucked in his sleeves, his cloudy old eyes half-closed, and he tilted his head slightly to glance in the direction of the carriage cabin.

In the past, he naturally would not have dared to offend the Cangming Clan, but now, he was a person of His Excellency!

With His Excellency backing him, let alone a small Cangming Clan, even if he encountered people from those ancient imperial clans, he would not be the least bit flustered.

To beat a dog, one must look at its master; insulting him was failing to give Face to His Excellency!

Old Turtle turned his head, his gaze landing on the youth's Face.

"To be so rampant at such a young age, you are asking for a lesson!"

He casually struck out a beam of spiritual light, which shot straight toward the youth.

A casual strike from the Asking Dao Realm was undoubtedly terrifying for any Cultivator below the Asking Dao Realm.

The youth was intimidated by the aura, his Face deathly pale, terrified, but he could not move his feet.

Seeing this, Uncle He was about to intervene, but he discovered a burst of pressure on his body, pinning him to the spot.

Just at this critical moment, a cold snort came.

"Your Excellency, attacking a junior, isn't that beneath your status!"

"Bang!"

A muffled sound exploded in the middle of the street, and spiritual power ripples spread outward like waves, shaking the thin ice on the street until it cracked, scattering fine ice shards everywhere.

Old Turtle's beam of spiritual light was steadily caught by a hand, trembled slightly in the palm, and then dissipated into specks of spiritual radiance.

The newcomer was a middle-aged man with a slender build, wearing a dark cyan robe with a silver wave pattern embroidered on the hem. His features were upright, his brow carried an air of authority from long-held high positions, and the aura around him was as deep as an abyss.

Asking Dao Realm, Eighth Stage.

The middle-aged man lowered his hand, his gaze sweeping over Old Turtle, pausing for an instant on the carriage cabin, and finally landing on the youth, his brows furrowing imperceptibly.

As soon as the youth saw him, his originally deathly pale Face instantly regained its color, as if he had seen a savior, and his voice even rose several degrees: "Second Uncle! These outsiders dared to attack me in the street! They don't put our Cangming Clan in their eyes at all!"

The Black-Robed Elder behind the youth hurried forward and whispered a few words into the middle-aged man's ear.

The middle-aged man's expression remained normal, but his gaze darkened slightly as he looked toward the carriage cabin: "May I ask Your Excellency to reveal yourself?"

Without waiting for a response, the Red-skirted Girl standing to the side spoke up: "You Cangming Clan people are truly shameless! It's fine for you to bully others, but when you get bullied, it's beneath your status?"

She stood with her hands on her hips, pointing at Uncle He, and scolded in a delicate voice: "He attacked me just now; shouldn't he apologize to me?"

The middle-aged man's Face darkened, and a burst of Asking Dao Realm pressure rushed directly toward the Red-skirted Girl.

The Red-skirted Girl trembled all over, her Face turning deathly pale.

"The Cangming Clan is truly imposing!!"

Before Old Turtle could act, Luo Qingyue crawled out from the carriage cabin, her figure flashing as she appeared beside the Red-skirted Girl.

"Wow! Big sister, you are so beautiful!" The Red-skirted Girl looked at Luo Qingyue, a sweet smile appearing on her Face.

Hearing this, a faint smile appeared on Luo Qingyue's cold and aloof Face.

Immediately after, she turned her head to look at the middle-aged man not far away and raised her hand to slash out a beam of Sword Qi.

Before the Sword Qi arrived, the chill came first.

The thin ice on the street shattered ahead of time, cobweb-like cracks spreading to both sides from where the Sword Qi was pointed. Shattered ice flew up, refracting the dim yellow light from the shops on both sides in mid-air, crystal clear, like a shower of fine stardust.

The middle-aged man's pupils constricted sharply, and he almost instinctively dodged to the side.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, ice chips and gravel flew together. A three-foot-long sword mark was slashed into the bluestone slab, its edges smooth as a mirror, and about half an inch deep.

Watching this scene, the veins on the middle-aged man's forehead twitched slightly.

He looked down at the sword mark, then raised his eyes to look at the white-clothed figure beside the carriage, the composure in the depths of his eyes finally vanishing.

That sword strike just now looked like it was sent out casually, but the purity of the spiritual power contained within it and the precise control of the force were far beyond what an ordinary Cultivator could achieve.

What shocked him even more was that this young woman before him was actually at the Asking Dao Realm!