Chapter Ten: The Boisterous Clown
“Hey, bring me five Spirit Concentration Pills!”
Wang Chuan beamed with pride, extravagantly slapping down ten one-hundred-tael silver notes in front of a shop assistant.
Spirit Concentration Pills, a top-tier elixir, contained exceptionally pure spiritual energy, capable of accelerating a martial artist’s cultivation. Each pill was priced at two hundred taels.
“Right away!” The assistant bowed respectfully, quickly fetching a porcelain vial containing five Spirit Concentration Pills, and carefully handed it to Wang Chuan. “Here are the five Spirit Concentration Pills you requested. Please take good care of them!”
Taking the vial, Wang Chuan poured out a single pill and held it before Qin Lang, smugly saying, “Trash, are you jealous? Can’t afford it, huh? No problem. I’m in a good mood today. If you call me ‘Grandpa’ three times, I’ll gift you this pill worth two hundred taels!”
With that, Wang Chuan stood with hands on hips, arrogantly showing off in front of Qin Lang.
The shop assistant beside them stifled a laugh, his face flushed red.
He had just witnessed Qin Lang spend a staggering 150,000 taels all at once on pills, throwing money around like water. Meanwhile, Wang Chuan was flaunting a single pill valued at a mere two hundred taels in front of Qin Lang — it was utterly ridiculous!
If it weren’t for knowing that Wang Chuan was the son of the Wang family patriarch and not to be offended lightly, the assistant might have burst out laughing right then and there.
Giving Wang Chuan a disdainful glance, Qin Lang simply closed his eyes and ignored him.
Just then, the assistant came running back, panting, carefully handing five porcelain vials to Qin Lang. “Esteemed guest, here are the 150 Soul Condensation Pills you purchased. Please count them.”
“What! One hundred and fifty Soul Condensation Pills!”
Wang Chuan’s eyes bulged.
Each Soul Condensation Pill cost a thousand taels, and the Marrow Cleansing Pills were even more outrageously priced. These pills must have cost tens of millions at least!
That worthless Qin Lang actually spent a staggering 150 million taels buying elixirs all at once!
Unbelievably rich!
Wang Chuan was the son of the Wang family head and only spent a thousand taels a month on pills!
Recalling how he had just flaunted a single two-hundred-tael Spirit Concentration Pill in front of Qin Lang, Wang Chuan felt a burning heat rise to his face — it was as if he had slapped himself in the face, inviting Qin Lang’s mockery.
Qin Lang took the pills, carefully verified the count, nodded to the assistant, stored the Soul Condensation Pills away, and turned to leave.
Watching Qin Lang’s retreating figure, Wang Chuan’s eyes blazed with fury.
Such a worthless man possessed so many precious pills!
He would snatch them away no matter what!
Striding out of the elixir shop, Wang Chuan directly blocked Qin Lang’s path, eyes flashing with menace. “Trash, hand over the Soul Condensation Pills on you!”
“What, want to rob me?”
Stopping in his tracks, Qin Lang’s expression darkened.
“Rob you? So what? I’m a fifth-stage Martial Disciple. I could crush you with a single finger! Hand over your pills, or I’ll break one of your arms!”
Wang Chuan rubbed his fists eagerly; beating up a worthless nobody like Qin Lang was a piece of cake!
Seeing a scuffle break out between martial artists, passersby gathered around. When they realized it was Wang Chuan of the Wang family and Qin Lang of the Qin family, they couldn’t help but smirk with schadenfreude.
Qin Lang was a worthless nobody, no match for Wang Chuan.
This time, Qin Lang was doomed!
“Hmph, idiot!”
Qin Lang rolled his eyes at Wang Chuan. So what if he was a fifth-stage Martial Disciple? He could easily thrash him now!
“You’re asking for death!”
Insulted in public, Wang Chuan’s face twisted with rage. He lunged forward, closing in to half a meter, then slammed a fierce punch toward Qin Lang’s arm.
“Let’s see how your Drifting Dragon Step works!”
Qin Lang’s gaze sharpened. He moved his feet and unleashed the Drifting Dragon Step martial technique—swift as a dragon, his movements lightning-fast!
White spiritual energy roiled over Wang Chuan’s fist, heavy and forceful, slicing through the air and striking directly on Qin Lang’s arm.
“What a waste!”
Wang Chuan sneered. Qin Lang couldn’t even dodge a casual punch from him — truly pathetic!
“Huh? Afterimage?”
Wang Chuan’s brow furrowed. He clearly felt his punch land on Qin Lang’s arm, yet after the strike, his fist swung through empty air, hitting nothing at all!
“Not good!”
A powerful gust of wind swept past Wang Chuan’s side. Sensing danger, he tried to retreat, but a fist crashed hard onto his arm, sending a searing pain shooting through it!
“Crack!”
The sound of bones breaking rang out. Wang Chuan screamed in agony, flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground. The bones in his right arm shattered from the blow, blood gushing forth!
“Just one move and Wang Chuan was defeated!”
“How is this possible?”
“Even Wang Chuan, a fifth-stage Martial Disciple, was easily beaten!”
“Is this still the worthless Qin Lang from Qingfeng Town?”
The crowd, originally waiting to see Qin Lang humiliated, erupted in astonishment, eyes wide with disbelief.
Wang Chuan had threatened to break Qin Lang’s arm, yet after a single encounter, it was Wang Chuan whose arm was ruined!
The outcome shocked everyone present!
“Trash, you’re asking for death!”
Wang Chuan’s face turned pale. Clutching his ruined right arm with his left hand, he was filled with disbelief that he had been defeated by a worthless nobody in a single move!
“If there’s a next time, it won’t just be a broken arm.”
Qin Lang glanced coldly at Wang Chuan and strode toward the Qin family estate.
“Hmph! Qin Lang, dare to provoke me Wang Chuan? I’ll make sure you die!”
Watching Qin Lang disappear into the distance, Wang Chuan’s eyes gleamed with murderous intent.I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.