Chapter 102: Enemies Meet, Eyes Red with Enmity

Room Zi-1 was on the top floor of the Star-Plucking Tower. The top floor of the Star-Plucking Tower had only three rooms — Zi-1, Zi-2, and Zi-3. Room 1 was the largest, with the biggest viewing platform, directly facing the cliff not far away, where one could see the boundless sea of clouds bathed in moonlight, eerie and magnificent.

Although the other two rooms also offered views, only specific spots could capture the beautiful scenery of the sea of clouds.

However, the price of enjoying the view was steep — the room rate alone was one mid-grade spirit stone.

"Master Xuchen never managed to get Room 1 available the several times he came. Our luck is good today — we actually got it!" Qingfei looked at the beautiful scenery outside and said excitedly.

"The view really is splendid!" Wei Yuning nodded in admiration.

Having been in this world for a long time, he had gradually forgotten the beautiful scenery of Nine Clouds Peak, taking this paradise-like place for granted. Today, gathering with good friends and relaxed in spirit, he felt the scenery here was especially beautiful — even the true scenery of the Immortal Realm probably was no more than this!

At this moment, at the counter on the first floor, an argument was taking place.

"Gentlemen, Room Zi-1 already has guests. We cannot kick the guests out!" the waiter said, his face covered in sweat.

"Do you know who I am?" a short girl pointed up at the tall waiter and asked loudly.

"Yue, forget it. Room 1 is taken — Room 2 is the same!" Qing Ling's voice rang out.

"Sister Ling, the difference between Room 1 and Room 2 is huge. Today we're seeing off Brother Zicong, so it has to be the best room," the short girl said, unwilling to give up.

"Girl, what difference does the room make? We eat, we drink, and that's that. Zicong has an elder protecting him — going to the Outer Domain Battlefield is just a stroll. What's there to send off!" a burly man said impatiently. It was Qing He of the Tyrant Blade Hall.

"Shouldn't we first ask who's in Room 1? What if..." a clear male voice said. The owner of the voice was a bald man with refined, handsome features.

"Didn't the waiter just say? It's a few low-ranking disciples from the Pill Peak — just kick them out!" another man with an ordinary appearance and a large mole at the corner of his mouth said.

"That... wouldn't be very nice, would it?" Qingcong's voice rang out.

"Aiya, can you all hurry up? I'm very busy. If it weren't for the fact that we're all of the Nine Ancestors' lineage, I really wouldn't want to come out with you brats. It's no big deal — since they're disciples of the Pill Hall, just kick them out!" an older man with short hair and a short beard said.

"After Brother Liang advanced to the Illumination Stage, his temper grew too. I wonder if he'll still dare to talk like this when he sees Brother Yun?" Chang Fei's voice rang out.

"Fei, you'd better fix that foul mouth of yours. Even though I know you, I still can't resist hitting you!" Brother Liang cursed.

"Yeah, Fei, you really do deserve a beating!"

"Brother Liang is right — I want to hit him too!"

"Haha, which of you dares to hit me? Patriarch Yongnian likes me the most. If any of you dare to lay a hand on me, your family's patriarch will get spanked too, haha!" Chang Fei laughed wildly.

"Shameless!"

"Dead Fei!"

"Pathetic — relying on elders!"

"..."

"Hmph, you all rely on elders too!"

"..."

"Brothers, sisters, everyone — thank you all for coming to support me. Since this is my business, I'll go up and ask the guests in Room 1 to leave. Wait for me!" Qingcong said.

"I'm going up too!" the short girl said.

"Better to be a bit polite. It would be best to offer some compensation!" Qing Ling said again.

The two went upstairs, and the tavern staff did not stop them. Every customer who walked through the door was a guest — regardless of status, they could not afford to offend anyone. Once their reputation was ruined, they could no longer do business. Since the guests could resolve it themselves, that was for the best.

Dong, dong, dong — knocking sounded at the door.

"Wonderful — room service is here!" Qingfei said with a laugh.

"Come in!" Man Niu called out toward the door.

The door was pushed open, and Qingcong walked in together with a short, large-eyed, cute-looking girl.

"Hey, all of you get out. Room Zi-1 is ours!" The girl looked adorable, but her words were not adorable at all.

"It's you!" Qingcong recognized Man Niu at first glance — the big fellow who hung around with Qing Mo.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Qingcong!" Seeing that it was the direct-lineage disciple Qingcong, Man Niu immediately clasped his hands in a courteous salute, while a bad feeling welled up in his heart.

Wei Yuning faced the window with his back to the door, gazing at the distant sea of clouds, and did not rise. However, Qingcong had noticed his presence from the moment he saw Man Niu. Even though it was just his back, he recognized him immediately.

"So Junior Brother Qing Mo is here too. Today several direct-lineage disciples of the sect are gathering, and we all fancied Room Zi-1. If Junior Brother has finished dining, we can come right in!" Qingcong said in a gentle tone.

"So it's Senior Brother Qingcong. I had only heard that Senior Brother's aptitude was insufficient, that you were unable to achieve Foundation Establishment with divine consciousness and had no choice but to cultivate the physical body. I didn't believe it before — I didn't expect it was actually true!" Wei Yuning turned his chair around and looked calmly at this enemy who for no reason wanted him dead.

Since he would be targeted even without provoking him, why should he back down?

"What do you mean by that?" Qingcong's expression changed suddenly as he said.

"Of course it's because you're stupid enough. If your eyes aren't blind, surely you can tell we haven't even started eating yet?" Wei Yuning said with a laugh.

Recalling that this fellow before him actually wanted him dead, he had no desire to be polite to this person.

"Hahaha, good, good. Since you don't want the face I'm giving you, then don't blame me for being impolite!" Qingcong sneered.

"Senior Brother Yuning, let's go!" Man Niu was terrified and hurriedly stepped forward to pull Wei Yuning's arm.

Qingfei's expression changed too.

"What audacity — you dare insult my Brother Zicong! I'll kill you!" The girl on the side was still talking when a spinning blade of light already shot out from her palm.

"Yue, no!" Qingcong hurriedly shouted. However, looking at his expression, there was a smile he could not hide.

A dangerous intuition that made Wei Yuning's scalp tingle struck him. Without thinking, his body vanished from where he stood and reappeared at the doorway of the room — right behind the girl.

Qingcong's face filled with alarm. He abruptly sidestepped five or six paces to the corner of the room.

After the light blade reached its target and found no enemy, it spun wildly around Wei Yuning's chair, letting out a "wu-wu" wind sound. The back of the century-old birchwood chair, hard as steel, was carved with deep gashes. Wei Yuning delivered a knife-hand strike to the back of the girl's neck. The girl's body tilted and she nearly fell — the light blade vanished along with her.

"You damn thief, you dare hit me, I'll—"

Slap — the girl had gotten halfway through her words when Wei Yuning's palm struck and cut her off.

"... Wu-wu-wu..." The girl looked at Wei Yuning in seeming disbelief, stunned for a good while, before covering her face and bursting into tears.

"Junior Brother Qing Mo, what a fiery temper — you actually hit my beloved little sister Yue! You're asking for death!" Qingcong said loudly. Then, his body swiftly darted forward as he raised his fist and swung it straight at Wei Yuning's face.

Wei Yuning sidestepped and retreated two paces. As the sound of wind rose, a "Groin-Kicking Leg" swept toward the area below Qingcong's abdomen.