Chapter 103: Waited So Long, Finally Waited Until Today

The arguing from above had long since drawn the attention of those below, but the distance was too great and the voices indistinct, so the group had not paid it any mind.

Driving someone away naturally leads to arguments.

If the other party sensibly left, all well and good; if it came to blows, whether it was Qing Cong, who had achieved physical-body Foundation Establishment, or Yue, who wielded a bizarre spatial-blade innate spell, neither feared much among cultivators of the same rank—besides, the two of them had their status to back them up.

So no one was worried.

But Qing Cong's loud shout made several people below change their expressions.

"It's Junior Brother Qing Mo!" Qing He reacted fastest. With a "whoosh," he was the first to rush up.

Qing Ling's expression changed, and she charged up second.

Chang Fei had the weakest cultivation and reacted a beat slower, following third.

Liang Ge asked in confusion, "Who is Qing Mo?"

The remaining few all shook their heads.

"Let's go up and take a look too!" Liang Ge took the lead and followed after them.

The waiter by the counter and the shopkeeper who had hurried over hesitated for a moment, then ultimately stayed where they were.

This kind of commotion was best not to get involved in.

The fat shopkeeper said to the waiter, "Fuzi, go to the kitchen and tell them to hold off on serving the dishes for Room Number One for now—wait a bit, so nothing goes to waste."

"Yes, boss!" The waiter ran off to the kitchen.

Inside Room Number One.

Just as Wei Yuning's leg was about to kick Qing Cong, a whirlwind suddenly appeared out of thin air. Qing Cong's body drifted swiftly to the side like a fallen leaf caught in the whirlwind, dodging his attack.

He had seen this movement technique before—it was the Dragon Cloud Movement that Qing Cong had displayed at the Marriage Assembly. However, the movement technique before his eyes was clearly more refined than that day; it had shed its flashy appearance and become far more practical.

Unfortunately, the opponent Qing Cong faced was Wei Yuning of the Heartbeat stage.

Within the spatial domain, it was entirely Wei Yuning's plant domain.

Before Qing Cong had even steadied himself, two vine plants suddenly appeared out of thin air, one on each side, wrapping around his legs. Qing Cong's expression changed. He muttered a few unintelligible incantations in a low voice, and a layer of golden light suddenly rose from his body.

The golden glow grew brighter and brighter. After several breaths, with a "bang," a wave of golden air blasted outward from within Qing Cong's body.

In the air wave, countless dagger-shaped blades could be seen. Almost in an instant, the vines were forcibly severed by the blades, breaking into countless short segments that scattered across the floor.

"Hahaha, is that all you've got? Today I'll take your—" Qing Cong gasped for breath while laughing out loud.

Unfortunately, before he could even finish his sentence, the countless broken vine segments on the ground actually transformed into brand-new vines. Like spirit snakes, they swiftly coiled toward Qing Cong's legs.

"Don't come over here, don't come over here!" Qing Cong's expression turned utterly panicked. The new vines were too numerous, carpeting the ground densely, constantly surging and writhing and crawling—it was a nightmare for anyone with trypophobia.

With a "thump," Qing Cong's legs were firmly bound. He lost his balance and fell to the ground.

After he fell, countless vines surged up and wrapped around both his arms as well. In the end, all four of his limbs were tightly bound, his body lying on the ground spread-eagled, looking completely at the mercy of his captor.

Wei Yuning gave Qing Cong a "heh heh" smile, and the groin kick made another appearance.

"No!" Qing Cong begged loudly for mercy.

Wei Yuning did not hesitate for a moment. "Bang"—this time, with no surprise at all, he struck his target dead on.

"Aiyo… ah…" Qing Cong was in so much pain that tears streamed out. He couldn't help but curl up his body, rolling in place on the floor.

The first time he had seen Qing Cong, Wei Yuning had been irritated by that faint, insufferable arrogance. He had once thought to himself how satisfying it would be to give him a good kick someday.

He never expected that day would actually arrive just like this.

Seeing Qing Cong rolling on the ground, Wei Yuning sighed inwardly. In an instant, all the vines on Qing Cong vanished without a trace.

If Qing Cong had not saved him once on the spirit boat back then, Wei Yuning truly would have killed him without regard for the consequences. After all, he had a Return Immortal Talisman—if it came to the very last step, he could simply leave the sect.

It was just that his cultivation was still low. If he left here, he feared it would be very difficult to find another cultivation treasure land as good as Cloud Concealment Sect. Besides, at Cloud Concealment Sect, he still had many good friends and kindly elders—he was a bit reluctant to leave.

Fights between disciples within the sect were no great matter as long as no one died. Besides, Wei Yuning had been acting in self-defense; right and wrong could be easily ascertained once the Enforcement Elders of the sect investigated.

Beating Qing Cong so severely appeared, on the surface, to be an unwise move. But the incident itself was not a big deal; the only slightly special thing was Qing Cong's identity.

But Wei Yuning was not without backing either. He was Taichong's disciple, and on that point alone, the sect could not be too biased in how it handled the matter, at least on the surface.

At most, he would receive some punishment!

As for offending Qing Cong and his friends, Wei Yuning did not care in the slightest. They were already sworn enemies—did anyone really expect to become friends with an enemy's friends?

Everything happened in a flash. It was only after this brief moment that heavy footsteps finally came from the doorway.

His voice arrived before he did: "Qing Cong, don't be rash!" Qing He charged in.

In Room Number One, Man Niu and Qing Fei stood by the window. In the corner by the door, a short figure crouched and sobbed. Near the other corner by the door, a man with a golden crown binding his hair and wearing a pale yellow robe was crying out miserably on the ground—it was Qing Cong.

"Senior Brother Qing He?" Wei Yuning was quite surprised. Why would Qing He be here?

Back at the Marriage Assembly, Wei Yuning had already met this straightforward, burly man. Moreover, among the helpers Qing Wu had brought to deal with Yun Long of the Divine Martial Gate, Qing He had been included as well. Though the two were not friends, Wei Yuning was by no means unfamiliar with Qing He.

As one of the most outstanding disciples of the "Qing" generation in the sect, Qing He was likewise very familiar with Wei Yuning. As a direct-lineage disciple with extremely outstanding talent, he was highly valued by the upper echelons of Cloud Concealment Sect, so he knew more insider information than his fellow direct-lineage disciples. Not to mention Sect Master Taichong and other powerful figures of the "Tai" generation—right down to Hidden Rapids Dao Ancestor, the first-generation patriarch, as well as many great experts within the secret realm, all knew of the disciple Qing Mo.

Physical-body Foundation Establishment, a body approaching the level of a Living Spirit Body, Taichong's disciple, master of the Emperor Butterfly spirit beast, and the person in charge of raising Moon Insects—even though Qing Mo was not a direct-lineage disciple, nor even an inner-sect disciple, no one could openly move against him. Otherwise, there would be no shortage of people willing to stand up for him.

So even though Qing Mo was just an ordinary disciple of the herb garden, in Qing He's eyes, this fellow was absolutely someone of consequence!

But Qing He never expected that the veteran physical-body Foundation Establishment disciple Qing Cong would be beaten to such a state by Qing Mo, and that Qing Yue, who possessed a bizarre cultivation art, would end up in tears. He had assumed the one to suffer would definitely be Qing Mo!

"Junior Brother Qing Mo, is Yue all right?" Qing He ignored Qing Cong and first pointed at the short figure crouching on the ground and crying.

"She should be fine, right? She nearly injured me, and I was so angry I slapped her!" Wei Yuning said, a bit embarrassed, seeing that Qing He's expression was calm and showed no intention of avenging the two.

No matter what, this short person was a girl. He had actually made a girl cry—and the feeling was surprisingly satisfying! The key point was that this girl had been far too arrogant, injuring people at the slightest disagreement.