Trouble-making Ancestor

Trouble-making Ancestor . . . 

Qin Wentian's audacious words reverberated through the surroundings, sending shockwaves among those who heard them. The White Tiger Race held a position of utmost prestige among greater demons, akin to the status of immortal empires among human cultivators.

In response to Qin Wentian's provocation, White-eye, with a ground-shaking step, unleashed an aura that trembled the very space itself. His voice dripped with menace as he threatened, "I had considered sparing your life, but since you wish to be insolent and insult my divine beast White Tiger Race, you will now face the consequences." As his words hung in the air, his malevolent aura surged, reaching heights that seemed to pierce the heavens.

Nanfeng Yunxi, her patience tested, retorted in a voice as cold as ice, "How laughable. Are you suggesting that only your White Tiger Race can insult and humiliate humans, and no one else can return the favor?"

White-eye's response was resolute, "Precisely. Only the White Tiger Race can demean and affront others; no one else has that privilege. Nanfeng Yunxi, though you are the Holy Successor of the Southern Phoenix Clan, remember that we are in the sacred academy. Your clan's experts here seem to pale in comparison to the strength of my white tiger race's members. And as for you...you are quite a beautiful woman."

His threat was unmistakable, leaving Nanfeng Yunxi's face ashen with indignation. Qin Wentian, seizing the moment, summoned a city-like divine weapon that emitted a dazzling radiance. This celestial city expanded exponentially, covering the entire mountain. Qin Wentian ascended into the sky, the massive city rising alongside him. Runic lights enveloped him and his comrades, including Nanfeng Yunxi and Nanfeng Shengge, creating a protective barrier.

White-eye, still as a statue, allowed the city to carry him into the air. He cast another scrutinizing glance at Qin Wentian, who was surrounded by the radiant runic lights. With cold precision, White-eye identified the divine weapon, "An immortal-ranked, city-type divine weapon."

Qin Wentian spoke firmly, "In my presence, there has never been a precedent where one could insult and demean others without retaliation. I endured your attack earlier merely to assess your strength. If your arrogance continues, I will ensure that your White Tiger Race pays a price."

His words, dripping with cold arrogance, were followed by the emergence of a puppeted armor that enveloped him, making him one with the armor. The aura he emanated was at the ninth level of the immortal foundation. A mere sixth-level white tiger held no sway over him.

White-eye's gaze locked onto Qin Wentian, who was now encased in the formidable puppeted armor. The White Tiger demon king shifted his attention to the radiant city. He then spoke loftily, "Many human cultivators within my tribe have become our slaves. Among them, some possess remarkable talent. However, individuals like you, who dare to provoke my White Tiger Race, are truly rare. But do not assume that you are the only one with powerful immortal-ranked weapons."

"I don't presume that. However, your arrogance disgusts me. Since your White Tiger Race holds itself in such high regard, tell me how you wish to fight. I'll oblige you, regardless," Qin Wentian retorted.

White-eye, with a dismissive air, replied, "What purpose would be served by using immortal weapons and treasures in our battle? Your courage may be commendable, but your strength is lamentably weak. I hope to see you grow stronger within the sacred academy. At that time, I will teach you why you should fear the White Tiger Rage." With those lofty words, White-eye departed, no longer concerning himself with Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian couldn't suppress a cold laugh as he faced the Sky Roc Race's challenge. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of defiance and disdain as he addressed the Sky Roc expert who had spoken earlier. "Sky Roc Race? Nothing but a bunch of lowly chickens."

The insult didn't sit well with the Sky Roc expert, who stepped forward with a glare, ready to confront Qin Wentian head-on. The spectators, taken aback by Qin Wentian's audacity, couldn't believe their ears. After provoking the White Tiger Race, he now dared to insult the Sky Roc Race. In the Western Regions of the immortal realms, the Sky Roc Race's strength was on par with, if not greater than, that of the White Tiger Race. Their demon kings were golden-winged great rocs, boasting formidable power and pure bloodlines that traced back to primordial golden-winged emperor rocs. A king-grade bloodline golden-winged great roc was an exceptionally terrifying adversary.

Qin Wentian's actions had left many demonic beasts in disbelief. White-eye, who had been soaring away, abruptly halted in mid-air. He turned back to witness the unfolding confrontation and couldn't help but chuckle coldly. "Didn't you mention earlier that if he dared to insult and humiliate the Sky Roc Race, you would kill him on the spot? I'm eager to see that come to fruition."

Little Rascal, standing behind Qin Wentian, extended his tiny paws and let out a thunderous roar. He had no love for these sky rocs, who had previously sided with the White Tiger Race, fueling Qin Wentian's growing animosity towards them.

"I have no desire to see you strutting about arrogantly. Get lost," Qin Wentian declared, his voice laced with scorn.

The eyes of the Sky Roc Race members sparkled with deadly intent. A figure stepped forward, his body adorned with roc wings and a golden-tipped tail that glistened with powerful runes, sharper than any blade.

A transformation ensued as the Sky Roc expert assumed his true form. While he wasn't a golden-winged roc from the royal faction, his blood was purer than that of the other sky rocs present. His eyes glinted with a fierce and terrifying light.

With a beat of his wings, the fabric of space itself seemed to tear. In his talons appeared a golden spear, radiant with runic light, exuding an aura of penetrating power. It was undoubtedly an immensely potent immortal-ranked weapon.

"Lowly humans, you underestimate the vastness of the heavens and the earth," the golden roc declared. Like a streak of golden lightning, he hurtled forward with astounding speed, his golden aura blanketing the sky. In that moment, Qin Wentian felt the world shift around him. A phantom of a golden roc loomed large, casting an ominous shadow.

The golden spear became a lightning bolt of unimaginable speed, imperceptible to the naked eye. Its target was Qin Wentian's head, and its unstoppable force seemed capable of piercing through even the formidable armor that protected him.

Qin Wentian's body radiated a brilliant light as he extended his hand, conjuring an ancient halberd from the power of God's Hand. This halberd exuded an aura of annihilation, gleaming with a black-golden hue that seemed capable of crushing anything in its path. A deafening collision echoed as the halberd clashed with the golden spear. Yet, even as they clashed, more thunderous bolts arced towards Qin Wentian, showcasing the incredible speed of his opponent.

Fueled by the energy of his immortal foundation, Qin Wentian transformed it into a great roc, and with a sweeping motion of his hands, numerous great rocs emerged, filling the air with dense demonic energy. He joined the chaotic close combat with the golden roc, both of them soaring higher into the sky.

The other sky rocs watched in astonishment. They hadn't anticipated that Qin Wentian possessed such proficiency in roc-related immortal techniques. The sky roc expert unleashed another attack, his immortal spear morphing into beams of light, forming the beak of a giant roc that threatened to engulf Qin Wentian entirely.

"Get lost!" Qin Wentian bellowed, summoning a golden-winged great roc through the power of God's Hand. This manifestation was so lifelike that it seemed real. It unleashed a devastating attack, shattering the golden roc's manifestation and inflicting numerous wounds upon it. The golden roc struggled to regain its composure and return to its original position, its eyes now filled with cold disdain as it glared at Qin Wentian.

"These chickens have incredibly thick skin. Little Purgatory, can your fire roast them? I'm in the mood for some chicken thighs," Little Rascal quipped in his child-like voice, infuriating the golden roc, which coughed up a mouthful of blood. The other Sky Roc Race members glared coldly at Little Rascal.

"Their menacing looks are frightening me! Baobao is scared!" Little Rascal playfully teased, further aggravating the Sky Roc Race members. In a burst of golden light, he transformed into a pure-blooded golden-winged great roc, exuding an aura of unparalleled grandeur. He shimmered brilliantly and faced the Sky Roc Race experts with pride. "Take a good look! I am the true pure-blooded golden-winged great roc. You should address me as your ancestor."

In a swift motion, golden talons swiped through the air, aiming for Little Rascal. However, Qin Wentian appeared before Little Rascal, effortlessly blocking the attack with his body. He advanced toward the Sky Roc Race experts, his voice cold and stern. "Aren't you leaving yet? If not, I'll be happy to escort you out."

As Qin Wentian spoke, he took a step forward. The Sky Roc Race members wore unsightly expressions. Their strongest member had already been defeated by Qin Wentian. How could they continue to fight?

"Retreat!" The injured Sky Roc soared away, followed closely by the others.

"Such a disgrace," Little Rascal called out.

From a distance, the voice of the Sky Roc Race expert echoed, "We will remember this. You better be cautious in the sacred academy. The demon king of our race is on his way, and he will ensure you have no place to hide."

"Stop boasting if you can't back it up," Little Rascal retorted. Qin Wentian didn't pursue them; instead, he surveyed the crowd. Their eyes were now filled with trepidation, no longer daring to watch as mere spectators. They feared that Qin Wentian might unleash his wrath and slaughter them all.

If Qin Wentian didn't assert himself with a touch of dominance, it would have surely invited endless trouble. It was a consequence of displaying the magnitude of their strength. He wanted to ensure that the onlookers understood that their group wasn't an easy target to be trifled with.

As the radiant light dissipated, Qin Wentian retracted the weaponized city, and the puppeted armor vanished from his form. Nanfeng Yunxi walked over with a smile and said, "Thank you."

"Between us, there's no need for such formalities," Qin Wentian replied, shrugging and offering a warm smile.

"Yeah, you might as well marry him," Little Rascal chimed in, reverting to his puppy form with a mischievous chuckle. Qin Wentian promptly sent Little Rascal flying with a light swat, causing the little troublemaker to somersault through the air. However, Little Rascal couldn't resist adding, "I'm just speaking the plain truth as I see it..."

"Let's just ignore Little Rascal," Qin Wentian remarked with a bemused sigh. The little companion was becoming increasingly mischievous.

Nanfeng Yunxi simply smiled but didn't comment further. However, Nanfeng Shengge, standing beside her, decided to join in with a playful remark, "If Holy Successor Yunxi were to offer her heart to you, would Sir Qin consider marrying her?"

"Shengge!" Nanfeng Yunxi shot a reproachful look at her mischievous companion. This fellow had decided to join in on the teasing?

"I've heard that it's impossible for the Holy Successor to marry outside the clan. But as for the lovely Miss Shengge, if I were to propose marriage to the Southern Phoenix Clan, I wonder if your esteemed family would consider it?" Qin Wentian responded, a playful twinkle in his eye as he noticed the smile on Nanfeng Shengge's face. This young lady dared to tease him?

"Well, I'd have no objections, that's for sure," Nanfeng Yunxi added in a mockingly vengeful tone, and within moments, a blush spread across Nanfeng Shengge's cheeks, her embarrassment evident for all to see.