A simple yawn, born of fatigue and boredom, registered in Lei Wei’s eyes, yet it stirred a deep displeasure in his heart. Two such stunning beauties, ignoring his passionate speech, were instead watching this attendant of the Bloodline Warrior? And now, they dared to yawn? Was he to take that as a sign that his oration was so dull it drove them to the brink of sleep?

“Qingqing, I’m tired… let’s go inside,” Qian Jin scratched his head, lifting his leg to walk toward the courtyard. “For dinner, make sure you prepare extra meat for me.”

Luo Qingqing swiftly bowed to Lei Wei, her movements deferential. “Mr. Lei, thank you for stopping by. We still need to prepare the rooms, perhaps we could schedule our next meeting for another time?”

Luo Qingqing had inherited her brother Luo Lin’s sharp business acumen and quickly sensed Qian Jin’s distaste for the seemingly agreeable Lei Wei. Without waiting for Lei Wei’s reaction, she promptly pulled Gu Yue Jiaying’s hand and headed toward the courtyard.

The words Luo Lin had spoken before his death were etched into Luo Qingqing’s memory forever: follow Qian Jin well. Few men in this world were truly decent, but Qian Jin was certainly among those rare good ones. He would not harm you, would not let you suffer a loss, and would always protect you.

The Third Young Master of the Lei family, Lei Wei? Qian Jin? In Luo Qingqing’s mind, there was simply no comparison between the two. A thousand, ten thousand Lei Weis combined couldn't equal one strand of Qian Jin’s hair in terms of importance to her heart.

Lei Wei stared blankly at the scene unfolding before him—the desire not to lose face in front of the beautiful women, the lingering anger over the twin sisters he almost claimed in the frontier, thwarted by Qian Jin, and the fury that both women were looking at Qian Jin instead of him.

In that instant, Lei Wei transferred all his accumulated rage onto Qian Jin.

“You! Yes! You, Qian Jin! Stop right there!” Lei Wei roared, catching up to Qian Jin, his face contorted as he pressed close. On the soil of Yongliu City, the Third Young Master of the Lei family never had to tolerate anyone! Especially not the mere attendant of a Bloodline Warrior standing before him!

Here, there was no need for cautious deliberation or careful assessment of the situation! Lei Wei was supremely confident that even Li De Yueke would show the Lei family some deference. A mere attendant of a Bloodline Warrior? What was that in Yongliu City?

“What kind of thing are you? A mere attendant to a Bloodline Warrior, do you really think you’re above it all?” Lei Wei raised his arm, his index finger nearly touching the tip of Qian Jin’s nose as he bellowed, “Can’t you see a conversation between superiors? You uncouth thing! Is this a place where you dare to interject?”

Everyone walking toward the courtyard stopped dead, staring at Lei Wei’s enraged visage in astonishment. Duan Fengbuer even gave a thumbs-up, secretly applauding with malicious intent: What guts! Truly a man! To dare treat Qian Jin this way? Boy, you still don't know, do you? Qian Jin wanted you dead the last time out in the frontier. You were lucky he didn't bother you then, and now you’ve walked right into it…

Qian Jin quietly watched the roaring Lei Wei. Having just arrived in Yongliu City, he truly wished to avoid trouble. Especially since the Lei family was one of the eight major powers in Yongliu. If Lei Wei didn't press the issue further, for the sake of those around him, he could let the frontier incident slide—after all, offending one of the Eight Great Powers was troublesome.

But that did not mean he was afraid of trouble! If he tolerated this now, the next time, they’d be sitting on his head and defecating!

Lei Wei was delighted. Young women these days loved true men who were capable and masculine! Putting on such a show in front of the two beauties would let them know who the real man was!

Verbal abuse, usually, only brought three consequences.

The first was that the person being insulted would meekly lower their head and quietly endure the scolding. Lei Wei had witnessed this countless times. With the Lei family backing him in Yongliu City, he could curse whomever he pleased! Never once had anyone dared to resist. Even if they weren't afraid of Young Master Lei, they would fear the Lei family behind him!

The second consequence was that the insulted party would strike back with insults! Lei Wei wasn’t a fool; in Yongliu City, he only cursed those whose families held less power than his own. He never provoked members of the other Seven Great Powers, knowing what he should and should not do.

The third was that the insulted person would erupt and resort to physical violence! Lei Wei had even less reason to fear this in Yongliu City. Even if he argued with descendants of the other Seven Great Powers, the likelihood of a fight remained low—in those cases, it would only be him doing the hitting.

In Yongliu City! Lei Wei never needed to worry or be cautious, nor did he need to concern himself with whether the person he was insulting might violently retaliate.

“You utterly ill-bred thing!” Lei Wei cursed with increasing glee. The incident with the twins and his current fury finally found an outlet: “How did your mother and father raise you…”

Crack! The hand Lei Wei had extended was suddenly seized. Before he could react, his outstretched index finger was twisted backward, unnaturally, against the back of his own hand. Intense pain shot from the fractured bone straight into his brain, and his roaring instantly turned into a sharp cry of agony.

Violence! This mere attendant of a Bloodline Warrior dared to strike?

In this city, for such a thing to happen! Even a Bloodline Warrior might not be able to restrain his attendant! Lei Wei was both pained and shocked, unable to believe what was real.

“Noisy creature…” Qian Jin didn't even lift his eyelids. He lifted his leg and kicked Lei Wei squarely in the lower abdomen. The overwhelming force sent the man flying backward, and the sound of ribs snapping echoed through the air, followed by a heavy thud as his body hit the ground.

“I don’t look for trouble, but that doesn’t mean I’m afraid of it,” Qian Jin slowly walked over to Lei Wei, who was curled up like a shrimp, and bent down slightly to look at the pained expression. “Does it hurt?”

Two household servants followed Lei Wei and finally snapped out of their shock—their young master had been assaulted! The two servants clenched their fists and lunged forward, but Duan Fengbuer and Fen Tukuang simultaneously surged out from the crowd, each grabbing the head of a servant and slamming them forcefully onto the ground.

Since the fight had started! Let’s just go all in! Duan Fengbuer was more afraid of letting Checkford take over—that fellow never left anyone alive. Killing someone on the street here would truly escalate things too far for the young generation.

“Qian Jin, just you wait…” Lei Wei, curled on the ground, glared at Qian Jin’s retreating back and seethed inwardly. “As long as you’re in Yongliu, I will have my revenge.”

Qian Jin glanced back at the prone Lei Wei and gently shook his head. It seemed he had ultimately provoked the Lei family. However, he couldn’t just eliminate Lei Wei here to remove future trouble. He supposed the Lei family knew Lei Wei was visiting, as the Lei family was not a declining clan like the Fakers. He hoped there were a few sensible members among them; otherwise… let them come!

The Luo family caravan had just finished settling in when envoys from other factions in Yongliu City began arriving. The figures sent were never just the designated heirs of the factions; they were elders or vice-president level figures. Nearly everyone shared the same objective: they wished to meet the creator of the Psychic Shock Potion.

The big shots of Yongliu City were not fools, and they certainly wouldn't believe that someone unaffiliated with the Luo family would entrust such a miraculous potion to them for handling. The auction manager couldn't directly state the potion's origin, but when the magnates pressed him, asking if it came from the Luo family, the manager's silence served as tacit confirmation.

“Mr. Xiusidake, Vice President of the Crystal Magic Tower, requests an audience.”

A clear announcement rang out from outside the courtyard. Luo Qingqing sighed and rose to move toward the entrance. The Luo family held little weight in Yongliu City; facing these powerful figures, whether they received them or not, they had to meet them. The fact that they announced themselves as visiting, rather than requesting an audience, made their stance clear: you must see us.

Xiusidake, with his white hair threaded with gold embroidery on his magical robes and a staff carved with inscriptions in his hand, walked into the courtyard with a broad smile. Behind him trailed more than a dozen mages in varying attire, and the staves in their hands indicated they were all powerful practitioners.

“Greetings, Vice President Adult,” Luo Qingqing bowed lightly. Xiusidake’s eyes immediately brightened. She was even more beautiful than the rumors suggested! What an unexpected bonus!

“Miss Luo, though this is our first meeting, let us address each other as friends,” Xiusidake quickly spread his arms and stepped forward, adopting the gesture of an embrace, eager in his heart for the feeling of holding the delicate body of the young woman in his arms.

What is this fellow trying to do? Qian Jin, standing to the side, instantly darkened. He shifted his feet slightly, stepping squarely in front of Luo Qingqing. He was growing increasingly displeased with Yongliu City. One discusses business, and then what? The City Lord uses tricks just to arrange a meeting, Lei Wei acts arrogantly, and now a Vice President from the Mages' Guild appears with a lecherous look! Has he never seen a woman before?

Xiusidake’s forward momentum froze abruptly. The vision of the soft, fragrant, and exquisitely held beauty before him had suddenly been blocked by a man? Was he courting death?

The smile swiftly evaporated from Xiusidake’s face, replaced by a cold frost. “Who are you? Have you no manners? Interrupting a sincere greeting is extremely impolite and speaks to a complete lack of upbringing.”

Luo Qingqing looked up at Qian Jin’s broad back shielding her, and at the subtle hostility radiating from him, and paused in mild confusion. Why did this look like a mother hen desperately shielding her chick from a circling hawk in the sky?

This was…? Luo Qingqing’s momentary confusion was suddenly replaced by understanding. Qian Jin was jealous, worried that she would be taken advantage of.

Manners? Upbringing? Vice President! Qian Jin finally remembered. No wonder hearing the name Xiusidake felt uncomfortable. That arrogant, selfish female mage in the caravan on the last trip to the Demon Race—didn't she mention her father was the Vice President of the Crystal Magic Tower? Indeed, like father, like daughter!

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