Chapter 213: Subduing Dongfang Lao Yang

As Lin Yang's words fell, Dongfang Lao Yang instantly froze.

The drunkenness on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a look of disbelief.

His eyes widened, he stared straight at Lin Yang and roared angrily, "Kid, you dare to make such a demand of me?"

"Aren't you afraid I'll slap you into mincemeat?"

That voice seemed to carry the power of rolling thunder, shaking the surrounding air into a slight tremor.

After all, Lin Yang's demand was excessively outrageous, outright challenging his bottom line.

Lin Yang, however, remained calm, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, revealing a carefree smile.

Immediately after, he spoke unhurriedly: "Dongfang Lao Yang, if you truly had the ability to kill me, you would have done so when we were drinking together."

Dongfang Lao Yang's expression stiffened for a moment, but he quickly regained his composed demeanor.

Lin Yang continued, "Besides, if I'm not mistaken, you not only dare not move against me, but you probably also fear I might act against you."

He spoke with certainty and confidence, as if Lin Yang had already figured out Dongfang Lao Yang's thoughts completely.

Dongfang Lao Yang's eyes narrowed instantly, like an enraged leopard, a faint dangerous aura emanating from him.

He secretly sized up Lin Yang, thinking he was just a greenhorn; how could he have such confidence?

Yet, as Lin Yang said, he indeed felt some apprehension toward this young man before him.

This apprehension did not stem from absolute suppression in strength, but from an ineffable intuition.

Seeing Dongfang Lao Yang's expression indeed change, a flicker of worry crossed his eyes.

Lin Yang immediately waved his hand, speaking with an indisputable air: "Agree to my demand, and the heroic wine is yours!"

Having said that.

With a thought, he opened his storage ring, and the piles of heroic wine, as if pulled by an invisible hand, were instantly sucked inside.

The sight made Dongfang Lao Yang's eyes almost pop out of his head.

As a man who loved wine as dearly as life, watching those top-quality heroic wines being taken away filled his heart with reluctance and anguish.

That was the fine wine he longed for every day, hoping to drink his fill, yet now it was slipping through his fingers.

His heart truly ached.

After collecting the wine.

Lin Yang continued, "How about it? Have you thought it through clearly?"

Dongfang Lao Yang merely fixed his gaze on Lin Yang's storage ring, his heart torn in a fierce struggle.

He thought of the fragrant heroic wine, and of Lin Yang's seemingly simple demand whose consequences he did not know, making it hard to decide for a moment.

On one hand, he did not want to readily agree to Lin Yang, feeling it would make him lose face.

On the other hand, he truly found it hard to give up the temptation of those fine wines.

Seeing this, Lin Yang simply stood up, making a show of preparing to leave.

As he walked, he continued to threaten, "Once the opportunity is missed, there will be none left."

His words were extremely clear, each character echoing in Dongfang Lao Yang's heart.

Dongfang Lao Yang watched Lin Yang's receding back.

His heart grew urgent.

It seemed as if those fine wines were also drifting farther away from him.

He hurriedly shouted, "Fine, I agree to your demand, okay?"

Upon hearing those words.

Lin Yang stopped his steps, a satisfied smile appearing on his face, and walked toward Dongfang Lao Yang.

He immediately generously took out heroic wine from his storage ring and kept handing it to Dongfang Lao Yang.

Dongfang Lao Yang gazed at the countless fine wines before him, took a deep breath, as if resigning himself.

He helplessly said, "I've taken the wine; what exactly do you want me to do?"

Lin Yang laughed and said, "No need to know so much; from now on, just follow my orders."

Dongfang Lao Yang's heart still held many grievances.

But under the temptation of the fine wine, he could only reluctantly comply for now.

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At the same time.

Outside the temporary residence of the Azure Cloud Sect in Cloud City.

At the gate.

Two Azure Cloud Sect gate guards were standing bored at their post.

They chatted idly, occasionally glancing into the distance.

Hoping for something to happen to pass the boring time.

Suddenly.

They saw Shi Hao's figure.

Their faces instantly broke into smiles as they stepped forward enthusiastically, greeting, "Senior Shi Hao, you're finally back!"

In their eyes, Shi Hao was a senior brother of outstanding talent.

His future prospects were limitless, and they usually held him in high respect.

However.

Shi Hao merely gave them a cold glance, his gaze as if looking at two insignificant ants.

Immediately after, Shi Hao spat out a single word: "Scram!"

The two guards were instantly stunned.

The smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a look of astonishment.

They never expected that Shi Hao, who although not close on usual days had never had any conflict with them, would today treat them like this.

"Shi Hao senior brother, what's wrong with you?" the two asked, puzzled and bewildered.

As soon as the words fell.

Shi Hao fiercely threw a punch, the fist wind howling, directly blasting toward one of the gatekeepers.

That gatekeeper had no time to react at all, his whole body flew like a broken kite.

Uncontrollably, he flew backward and crashed heavily onto the porch.

With a "wah" sound.

The gatekeeper spat out a mouthful of blood, both hands covering his chest, looking at Shi Hao with utter disbelief.

He trembled as he spoke, voice shaking: "You… you… what are you doing?"

"Why did you suddenly attack me?"

Shi Hao and they were from the same sect and clan; usually their relationship wasn't particularly good.

But they had never had any conflict before; this sudden attack left them completely bewildered.

Shi Hao snorted coldly, his face full of disdain, saying: "Two trash, go deliver my message right away."

Shi Hao arrogantly glanced at the separate courtyard and said: "Just tell that old trash, the Grand Elder Mao Ping of the Qingyun Sect, to get out here!"

Upon hearing that, the other gatekeeper angrily stood up, pointed at Shi Hao, trembling with rage.

"Shi Hao, you're merely a disciple of the Qingyun Sect; who gave you the gall to insult the Grand Elder?"

In the Qingyun Sect, the Grand Elder is a person of high virtue and prestige; insulting the Grand Elder is an act of grave defiance.

Shi Hao gave a cold smile, turned his head and glanced at the burly middle-aged man behind him.

As if drawing endless confidence and strength from that middle-aged man.

Immediately, his eyes turned cold, like a hungry wolf, he fiercely reached out and grabbed the gatekeeper's throat, snarling: "Cut the nonsense!"

His grip was extremely strong; the gatekeeper was choked until his face turned red, breathing difficult.

Then he turned his gaze to the other gatekeeper and shouted sternly: "What are you still standing there for?"

"Hurry up and have that old trash come out to see me!"

The gatekeeper gritted his teeth, feeling unwilling yet fearful of Shi Hao's ferocity, could only turn and rush inside to report.

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