Chapter 0895 Young Master Deng

Chapter 0895: Young Master Deng

Hong Ying also spotted Qin Yun but showed no surprise, calmly greeting the other elders instead.

Hong Mengshu quickly composed herself, her initial shock fading. Not knowing what Qin Yun was up to, she refrained from approaching him.

"Meng Shu, long time no see! Didn't expect to bump into you here," Qin Yun secretly transmitted to her.

"Meeting you here is just as unexpected! What's your game?" Hong Mengshu replied before politely greeting Ying Chengyu.

Ying Chengyu chuckled, "Old Eagle, long time no see. Who knew she'd already become a Martial King at such a young age? Her talent is truly remarkable!"

Hong Ying glanced at Qin Yun with a faint smile. "Brother Yu, it’s been a while. Have you taken on a new disciple? He looks like a good one!"

Hong Ying knew Ying Chengyu was the former sect master of the Immortal Armament City, so Qin Yun being with him didn’t seem unusual.

Many were aware that Ying Chengyu had numerous disciples—ones he frequently replaced.

"This isn’t my disciple, just a petty servant of mine," Ying Chengyu declared smugly. "He knelt and begged to serve me—what was I supposed to do?"

"It seems he genuinely admires you, Brother Yu!" Hong Ying laughed. The others might've bought it, but Hong Ying knew better—someone like Qin Yun would never grovel to become a servant.

"You can head in now; the banquet is about to begin," an elder announced. He was the Grand Master of this Arcane Glyph Hall.

Qin Yun only traded a few quick words with Meng Shu through secret transmissions.

Meng Shu didn’t press for details, merely following her father upstairs with curiosity.

Afterward, Qin Yun stood by the entrance with Ying Chengyu, quietly putting up with his boasting.

Qin Yun hadn’t expected Ying Chengyu to be so obsessed with appearances—bragging to anyone who’d listen.

Of course, if someone asked about Qin Yun, Ying Chengyu would briefly mention him.

Mostly, Ying Chengyu bragged about treasures he’d acquired or powerful seniors he’d befriended in the Supernal Sea, making everyone green with envy.

"This old fox had the nerve to cry to me once," Qin Yun thought disdainfully.

By evening, the place was packed, and the feast began.

Ying Chengyu didn’t bring Qin Yun inside, leaving him to wait outside the grand hall.

After the meal, a reception followed—a gathering where guests mingled in the lavish hall, nursing drinks and making small talk, all while engaging in phony niceties.

...

Qin Yun waited outside, unsure when it would end.

Plenty of others were stuck waiting too—lackeys and hangers-on of the big shots.

These servants also boasted about their masters, as full of themselves as their masters.

A middle-aged man sneered at Qin Yun, "Kid, you actually groveled to serve Brother Yu, a Half-Immortal, just to curry favor?"

"I do what I want," Qin Yun replied flatly.

"Oh, so you’ve got an attitude!" the middle-aged man sneered. "Don’t get cocky just because you're Brother Yu's servant and think you're above us. Listen up—by seniority rules, you're far from our level!"

Qin Yun almost laughed; they were all just lackeys, yet they still wanted to rank themselves.

"Rank comes from power, doesn’t it?" Qin Yun said indifferently.

"Exactly, it is about strength! But you're only at the peak of Martial Lord, while I'm at the early stage of Martial King. Who the hell do you think you are, acting arrogant in front of me? Start barking 'Dog Master' right now—I’ll let your earlier disrespect slide!" the middle-aged man chuckled.

This so-called "Dog Master" ruled the roost among this group of servants, and his master was also a Half-Immortal.

"Punk, start groveling to Dog Master!"

"Say it or we’ll cripple you!"

"Dog Master is the highest authority here. How dare you disrespect him? Are you tired of living?"

"Did you suddenly go mute? Speak up!"

A group of servants clamored angrily at Qin Yun, making Dog Master quite pleased with himself.

Qin Yun couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh. "Someone actually calls himself 'Dog Master'—but looking at him, he really does resemble the alpha mutt of this pack. Not a bad title!"

His direct mockery of the servants instantly provoked their fury!

"You little shit, are you tired of living? I’ll beat the disrespect out of you!" An elder rolled up his sleeves, furious.

"Do you even know who Dog Master is? If he weren’t valued, he wouldn’t have become a Martial King!"

"He’s not some gutter trash like you!"

The crowd erupted in rage, shouting at Qin Yun, though few actually dared to act.

Qin Yun chuckled. "Since Dog Master is so valued, why is he stuck out here with these mongrels?"

His words instantly silenced the group.

"You clueless worm, don’t you see what kind of occasion this is? Dog Master has self-awareness, which is why he didn’t go in! His master even promised to let him enter!"

Dog Master was also angered and said coldly, "Boy, you just signed your death warrant!"

As he stepped forward, Qin Yun sent him stumbling back forcefully.

The servants gasped in shock and fury, screaming every curse they knew at Qin Yun.

Dog Master, enraged, charged at him—only to eat a palm strike that launched him like a ragdoll into the wall, blood gushing from his nose, face already purpling. He was stunned—he had clearly sensed Qin Yun’s overwhelming strength.

"You’re dead! Just wait!" Dog Master hastily pulled out a message conch, growling into it.

Soon, the door opened, and a lanky youth in purple-red brocade swaggered out. His pointy chin and gem-encrusted sword that practically blinded people made him look extravagantly wealthy.

The youth’s belt was centered with a violet-gold gem, his entire figure dripping with enough wealth to buy a kingdom.

"Young Lord, it's this guy who hit me... He's Brother Yu’s lackey!" Dog Master covered his face, pointing at Qin Yun and said.

At this moment, the other servants all bowed in unison, paying respects to the youth.

"Kid, why haven’t you bowed to Young Lord Deng?" an elderly servant scolded Qin Yun sternly.

"He’s the eldest grandson of Mystic Rune Master Deng Wuqing—Deng Weishun!" a middle-aged man added.

Deng Weishun looked coldly at Qin Yun and sneered, "So this is the guy who begged on his knees to be Brother Yu’s servant? How dare he hit my Dog Master? I’ll teach him a lesson! What’s his name again?"

"My surname is Ye," Qin Yun replied.

"Full name!" Deng Weishun snapped impatiently.

"You damn brat, do you know what an honor it is for Young Lord Deng to even ask your name? Spit it out now!" Dog Master roared.

"My surname is Ye, Ye like ‘leaf.’ My given name is Ye, Ye like ‘wild.’" Qin Yun said.

"‘Ye Ye’?" Deng Weishun scowled.

"Took you long enough to call me ‘Grandpa,’ good grandson!" Qin Yun chuckled.

The servants gaped in shock upon hearing Qin Yun’s words.

"Ye Ye" sounded just like "grandpa"!

Deng Weishun’s expression darkened instantly, his face twisting with fury.

"You’re dead meat!" Dog Master bellowed.

Deng Weishun said coldly, "Not only did you strike my servant, but you also mock me! For Brother Yu’s sake, I’ll spare your life—but I’ll snap your legs!"

Qin Yun smiled faintly. "You’re no match for me. Young Lord Deng, don’t feel too ashamed losing to a mere servant like me."

"You bastard!" Deng Weishun bellowed, lunging at him and drawing his sword.

"Look! It’s Young Lord Deng’s Shunlong Sword—a low-grade Dao Artifact!"

"Incredible! You can tell from the sound alone it’s as powerful as a high-grade Dao Artifact!"

"Of course! It was a gift from his grandfather!"

Gripping his Dao Artifact sword, Deng Weishun dashed toward Qin Yun, thrusting at his neck!

Qin Yun flicked his palm out casually, striking the blade and making it ring with a sharp hum!

Deng Weishun yelped as the hilt was jolted from his grip, clattering to the ground.

With a cold laugh, Qin Yun unleashed a burst of energy from his palm, sending Deng Weishun stumbling backward until he slammed into the wall.

The servants’ jaws dropped. Deng Weishun was at the Initial Stage of Martial King Realm, trained in formidable martial arts, and wielded a Dao Artifact—yet he was beaten so easily by a mere servant!

Qin Yun booted the fallen sword, sending it flying back to embed itself into the wall. He sneered, "With skills like yours, you call *this* a lesson?"

Deng Weishun’s blood ran cold—he had clearly sensed just how strong Qin Yun was in that moment.

Then, the door opened once more.

A woman glided in, draped in a pale-red gown, her delicate, icy beauty bore a heroic air—none other than Hong Mengshu.

"Young Mistress Hong!" The servants knew their manners well, naturally bowing and greeting whenever they saw someone of status.

Deng Weishun pulled the sword from the wall, his earlier fear vanishing as he smiled at Hong Mengshu. "Miss Mengshu, you shouldn’t have come out! This place is full of servants—the air isn't fresh, and it’s not good for you to breathe too much of it! Sorry to have kept you waiting..."

"You... who are you?" Hong Mengshu frowned slightly, thinking for a moment before looking at Deng Weishun and asking.

The servants immediately felt awkward—Hong Mengshu didn’t even recognize Deng Weishun!

Yet Deng Weishun had assumed she had come out specifically for him.

Deng Weishun froze, also feeling embarrassed, as he had genuinely believed Hong Mengshu had stepped out to find him.

"Brother Yun, what are you doing outside? Aren’t you coming in? It’s so stuffy in there!" Hong Mengshu looked at Qin Yun and asked softly.

"I’m just a servant—I wouldn’t dare enter," Qin Yun replied.

The servants and Deng Weishun looked utterly shocked, like they’d seen a ghost. They never imagined Hong Mengshu had come out just for this bold servant.