Chapter 0896 Qianfeng Sect

Chapter 0896: Qianfeng Sect

Hong Mengshu walked over, took Qin Yun's hand, and said cheerfully, "You're my friend. Let me take you inside!"

Deng Weishun watched with a face twisted with envy, his eyes wide in disbelief that this mere servant had such a close relationship with Hong Mengshu.

Qin Yun was also somewhat surprised, as Hong Mengshu seemed to be highly regarded here.

The other servants held their breath. They knew Hong Mengshu’s status—she was someone even Deng Weishun was dying to win over.

Yet Qin Yun, whom they had just bullied, turned out to be Hong Mengshu’s friend, and they seemed awfully chummy!

"Come on, it's so stuffy in there... There’s lots of delicious food. I’ll take you to try some!" Hong Mengshu pulled Qin Yun toward the door.

She had been delighted to run into Qin Yun earlier and had long wanted to spend time with him. Now, without a second thought, she dragged him straight into the grand hall.

Deng Weishun glanced at the servants and said coldly, "Pretend you didn’t see what just happened, and don’t spread any rumors! If I find out otherwise, you’re dead!"

Earlier, Deng Weishun had his ego bruised—a Martial King no less, had been suppressed by a mere Martial Lord!

"Dog Master, dig up everything on that punk! How dare he defy me, Deng Weishun? He'll pay for this!" Deng Weishun ordered.

"Right away, Young Master!" Dog Master bowed and nodded.

Deng Weishun then entered the grand hall as well.

Hong Mengshu was petite, and though she was pretty enough, it wasn’t the kind that took people's breath away. In this hall, there were many tall, curvaceous women who turned far more heads than she did.

Yet, Hong Mengshu held a special status, making her the center of attention.

When she brought Qin Yun inside, many noticed immediately.

Tian Siyu and Tian Dajiang shared a look the moment they saw Qin Yun enter with Hong Mengshu.

After stepping in, Qin Yun scanned the young talents present—most were Martial Lords, with fewer than ten at the Martial King level.

Still, this was impressive for such a small city.

Back in the mortal world, these young talents would be considered outstanding.

The hall was filled only with youths; the elders had gone elsewhere for meetings.

Tian Siyu, in a flashy outfit, nose in the air, looked Qin Yun up and down with disdain as she and Tian Dajiang approached.

"Hong Mengshu, this shindig is for *our* crowd! How could you casually bring a two-bit servant inside? Don’t you know this guy is Brother Yu’s slave?" Tian Siyu pointed at Qin Yun, her eyes filled with contempt.

Tian Dajiang sneered, "I heard this guy even begged on his knees for Brother Yu to take him as a disciple. What a loser! Hong Mengshu, you shouldn’t have brought him in—he’s bringing down the tone of our gathering!"

Qin Yun didn't bat an eye, knowing Tian Dajiang’s words weren’t truly aimed at him but at Hong Mengshu.

Hong Mengshu replied, "He’s my friend. Since when can't I bring a friend?"

Just then, a few women approached.

The crowd immediately parted to make way, whispering about who they were.

From the whispers, Qin Yun gathered that these women were big shots—two of them were even Martial Kings.

"Mengshu... This guy is nothing but a servant. Why would you befriend him?"

A woman with a long braid, dressed in a lavish purple dress, wore her hair in a high bun adorned with sparkling hair accessories.

Her name was Gong Feiyan, a Martial King whose grandfather was a peak-level Emperor Wu. She hailed from another city and belonged to a powerful family mainly dealing in beast trade.

Gong Feiyan glared at Qin Yun and said coldly, "You worthless servant, stay away from my junior sister! She is a disciple of our Qianfeng Sect. With your status, don't you dare have any ideas about her!"

"Hong Mengshu, you’re so foolish—still too young, deceived by his handsome looks. Anyone here is better than him!" taunted a sharp-featured, glamorous woman.

This woman was named Luo Meiru, also a disciple of the Qianfeng Sect.

"Hong Mengshu, your Master must have warned you not to mingle freely with men! Look at you—how could you make friends with someone like this? A mere servant, disgracing our Qianfeng Sect!"

"You servant, stay away from my junior sister of the Qianfeng Sect!" A man in blue strode over and shoved Qin Yun aside.

This man, Lu Tiangui, was also a disciple of the Qianfeng Sect. Approaching middle age, he had a mid-stage Martial King cultivation and wore a thin mustache.

As soon as Qin Yun was pushed away, Hong Mengshu took his hand.

"What are you all doing? Who I choose as friends is my business!" Hong Mengshu shouted angrily, knowing full well that Qin Yun was no servant.

"Your father is here too. If he sees you befriending someone like this, he’ll be furious!" Gong Feiyan said coldly.

"Hong Mengshu, you’re just throwing a tantrum over not getting the sect’s rewards of artifacts and talismans, aren’t you? That’s why you’re acting out with this nobody!" Luo Meiru scoffed. "You’ve only just joined the Qianfeng Sect—don’t expect rewards so soon!"

Lu Tiangui glared at Qin Yun, his voice full of menace. "This place isn’t for you. Get out! A lowly wretch like you shouldn’t be here!"

Hong Mengshu snorted. "Fine then, we're leaving! Brother Yun, let’s go. Ignore these trash!"

Furious, she pulled Qin Yun toward the door.

Gong Feiyan and Luo Meiru quickly stepped forward to block her, while Lu Tiangui grabbed Qin Yun by the wrist.

The other young disciples in the hall, seeing this, started heckling.

"Don’t let him walk out—make him crawl!"

"Yeah, yeah!"

"Let him learn the consequences of seducing a female disciple of the Qianfeng Sect!"

"Break his legs and make him crawl out!"

Hong Mengshu’s anger flared. With a surge of martial energy, she released a wave of kingly might, forcing Gong Feiyan and Luo Meiru back.

The crowd erupted in surprise.

Hong Mengshu had actually struck back—and she was no pushover.

Luo Meiru snarled, "Hong Mengshu, how dare you defy your senior sisters?"

Lu Tiangui tightened his grip on Qin Yun, sneered viciously. "Bastard, this is all your fault. I’ll break your legs right now!"

Qin Yun, even with his wrist caught, remained composed. No one here was his match.

He was curious to see exactly how powerful Hong Mengshu was now.

Hong Mengshu turned her frosty glare to Lu Tiangui. "Lu Tiangui, release my friend—or I’ll cut off your hand!"

"Oh ho? Hong Mengshu, just who is this guy to you?" Luo Meiru sneered. "You always seemed so innocent, yet now you’re talking about cutting hands off?"

Qin Yun suddenly felt like laughing, because he knew Hong Mengshu wasn't the type to be easily bullied after spending time with Xiao Yuemei.

"He is my friend!" Hong Mengshu said coldly. "I don’t care whose servant he is now—as long as he remains my friend for even a day, he will always be my friend! None of you can compare to him, and that’s exactly why I don’t bother with any of you!"

Hearing her words, many of them immediately looked indignant.

"Isn’t he just a servant? And he even kowtowed to serve Brother Yu!"

"Exactly! Hong Mengshu, make yourself clear! How dare you say we’re worse than a servant? That’s insulting!"

"Hong Mengshu, don’t think we’re afraid of you just because your Master is an elder of the Qianfeng Sect!"

"If you don’t clarify this matter, we’ll beat this damn servant into pulp!"

A large group of them shouted loudly.

Lu Tiangui clamped down hard on Qin Yun’s wrist, expecting to crush the bones, but failed.

Qin Yun said, "I’ve known Meng Shu for quite a while! I’m not as capable as she makes me out to be. You’re all high-class people, you’re all strong—happy now?"

With that, he walked toward Hong Mengshu.

At this moment, everyone saw Lu Tiangui gripping Qin Yun’s wrist with crushing force.

"Let go of me!" Qin Yun snapped, looking at Lu Tiangui.

"You filthy slave, don’t think you can leave so easily!" Lu Tiangui sneered through gritted teeth.

Suddenly, Qin Yun’s arm trembled, releasing a shockwave of force.

*Whoosh!*

A violent tremor erupted, and the hand gripping Qin Yun’s wrist suddenly split apart with a bone-crunching snap, exploding in a mist of blood as several fingers flew in all directions.

"Ah—! Y-you… what did you do?!" Lu Tiangui shrieked in agony as his hand was shattered.

The crowd quickly retreated in shock.

Gong Feiyan and Luo Meiru went deathly pale at the sight of Lu Tiangui’s bloody wound.

They had seen blood before, but never such a brutal display of power—without any warning, it had shattered the hand of a mid-stage Martial King.

Hong Mengshu was just as shocked. She had thought Qin Yun was only a peak-level Martial Lord, but clearly, that wasn’t the case.

"Your high-class hand, gripping the wrist of a lowly person like me—aren’t you afraid of dirtying yourself?" Qin Yun said with icy sarcasm.

Deng Weishun, who had suffered at Qin Yun’s hands before, hadn’t expected him to be so reckless as to draw blood in this situation!

Everyone was shocked, staring at the gory mess.

Gong Feiyan shouted, "Quick, call the elders!"

The hall descended into bedlam as they hurriedly summoned the elders from their meeting.

Qin Yun wasn’t afraid at all—this was just making trouble for Ying Chengyu.

Soon, a large group of elders arrived, mostly middle-aged Emperor Wu-level individuals. No Half-Immortal elders bothered to show, apparently tied up with important discussions.

"Uncle Hong, look at your daughter! As a disciple of the Qianfeng Sect, she’s hanging around with servants!" Luo Meiru said coldly, glaring at Hong Mengshu when she saw Hong Ying arrive.

Hong Ying frowned. "Since when do you get to decide who my daughter befriends?"

Hearing this, everyone knew something was wrong. It was clear that the servant really was close to Hong Mengshu—meaning Gong Feiyan, Luo Meiru, and Lu Tiangui had been picking a fight over nothing!