Immortal Venerable's Order
Chapter 488 - 491: Opening a Martial Arts School

Chapter 488: Chapter 491: Opening a Martial Arts School

"Ha!"

Yan Rufeng chuckled.

"Director Wang, didn’t you just order someone to chop me up? I was so scared that my heart is still pounding non-stop!"

"Young Master, you misunderstand. I was just joking earlier. Please don’t take it seriously."

Director Wang, still trembling with lingering fear, was terrified that one wrong word could turn him into a lonely ghost under Yan Rufeng’s sword.

"Joking?"

Yan Rufeng’s expression changed.

"But I took it seriously."

"Don’t take it to heart!"

Director Wang, in a panic, broke into a cold sweat and bowed: "Young Master, please don’t take it to heart. However you wish, it’s fine by us as long as you can let go of your grudge."

Yan Rufeng paused and thought: "I am new to the Divine Realm and unfamiliar with everything here. It might be better to settle down in Qingmang Town first, then find Gudu Mohan to rescue Mumu..."

"Director Wang!"

Yan Rufeng smiled gently, looking at Director Wang.

"Young Master, what do you need?" Director Wang asked respectfully.

Yan Rufeng smiled faintly.

"Seeing your sincerity, I’ll let it slide this time."

"I admire your magnanimity, Young Master."

Director Wang then bowed: "Please join me in the inner hall, so I may properly host a banquet to welcome you and wash away the dust of your journey."

Yan Rufeng clasped his hands in a martial salute: "Then I humbly accept."

In the Cultivation World, the strong have always been revered, and even more so in the Divine Realm.

In this place called Qingmang Town, it is rare to encounter a Heavenly God Realm expert. Yan Rufeng’s appearance gave Director Wang hope.

At this moment, Director Wang from Qingmang Martial Arts Hall thought: "If I can make this Heavenly God Realm expert stay in my Qingmang Martial Arts Hall, there won’t be any martial arts school within a hundred miles that can compare!"

The banquet was soon prepared, and Yan Rufeng, pulling the somewhat tense Zhao Xue’er, sat down.

After some pleasantries, Director Wang began to toast Yan Rufeng.

"It’s rare for you to be so forgiving, Young Master. I’ll drink this cup first as a sign of respect."

Director Wang raised his wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

After three cups of wine, Director Wang respectfully asked, "May I know which martial arts sect the Young Master hails from?"

Yan Rufeng put down his cup and said calmly: "I, Yan Rufeng, have no sect. I form my own lineage."

Director Wang smiled slightly, to show his politeness.

"As far as I know, it is impossible to establish a sect in this Zhenwu Continent unless one has reached the True God Realm. Yan Rufeng is only in the Heavenly God Realm; how could he form his own lineage..."

"Heh..."

Director Wang smiled smugly and thought, "Since he doesn’t want to reveal where he learned from, that’s the best scenario. It means I can righteously make him stay here..."

From his conversation with Director Wang, Yan Rufeng learned that his current location was Zhenwu Continent.

On this continent, the highest level of cultivation is the Main God Realm, followed by True God Realm, Heavenly God Realm, and Human God Realm, with the Human God Realm being the lowest.

However, the highest cultivation level that Director Wang and his group could reach was only the eighth level of the Human God Realm.

But when Yan Rufeng mentioned that there might be stronger beings above the Main God Realm, Director Wang just shook his head.

"Young Master Yan, you’re overthinking."

Yan Rufeng merely smiled and said no more.

"Young Master Yan, we’ve been out for too long. If we don’t go back, Father and Mother will worry."

Zhao Xue’er tugged on Yan Rufeng’s sleeve.

Yan Rufeng turned and smiled: "Alright, let’s go back now."

"Young Master Yan, where are you going?" Director Wang asked hurriedly.

"Of course to take Miss Xue’er home." Yan Rufeng said calmly.

"Such a small matter shouldn’t trouble you, Young Master. Let me send someone to take Miss Xue’er home."

Director Wang said as he made arrangements.

Yan Rufeng thought happily: "It seems Director Wang is determined to make me stay in his martial arts hall..."

After Zhao Xue’er left the martial arts hall, Yan Rufeng also walked out.

"Young Master Yan, you don’t need to worry. We will safely escort Miss Xue’er." One of the robust men guarding Zhao Xue’er said boldly at the gate.

Zhao Xue’er’s eyes were red, and she said reluctantly, "Young Master Yan, you are truly a dragon among men. For me to know you is already enough. As I leave now, please don’t worry about me."

Yan Rufeng smiled and said to Director Wang behind him: "Director Wang, Miss Xue’er once saved my life. I have promised to repay her well. This time, when I send her home, I plan to bring her entire family to live here in Qingmang Town. So you don’t need to worry that I won’t come back to Qingmang Martial Arts Hall."

Director Wang cupped his hands: "In that case, I’ll mobilize the entire martial arts hall to help Miss Xue’er move."

Director Wang turned and hurriedly started making arrangements to help Zhao Xue’er move.

Zhao Xue’er, surprised by how much Yan Rufeng cared about her, was overjoyed and burst into tears.

"Young Master Yan, you are so kind to Xue’er."

Yan Rufeng, smiling, raised his hand and tapped Zhao Xue’er’s nose.

"Silly girl, didn’t I tell you? After this trip back, you won’t need to go up the mountains to collect firewood for money anymore."

"Mmm~"

Zhao Xue’er nodded contentedly, wiped away her tears and walked towards the village.

Along the way, Zhao Xue’er and Yan Rufeng walked side by side, with people from Qingmang Martial Arts Hall following behind. As night began to fall, the group finally arrived at Qingshan Village.

Before they even entered the village, Yan Rufeng noticed a crowd of twenty to thirty people gathered in front of Zhao Xue’er’s house.

Yan Rufeng frowned and thought: "So many people at the Zhao family’s door. Could the whole village be here? What major event has happened to the Zhao family..."

"Why are so many people at my house?"

Zhao Xue’er saw them and hurriedly ran over.

Before she even reached her house, someone shouted: "Xue’er’s here. You can ask her whatever you want now."

"What are you all doing at my house? Where are my father and mother?"

Zhao Xue’er, worried about her parents’ safety, didn’t think of anything else.

"Doing what?"

Da Xiong stepped forward and shouted: "Where is that kid Yan?"

"Da Xiong, what’s wrong? Why are you asking about Young Master Yan? Where are my parents?" Zhao Xue’er asked anxiously.

"Xue’er, you’re still worried about your parents? That kid Yan you saved, he killed someone."

"What? That’s impossible!" Zhao Xue’er shouted loudly.

"There’s nothing impossible about it."

Angrily, a middle-aged man carrying a hoe stepped forward.

"Zhao Xue’er, this is all your fault. If you hadn’t saved that kid, my son wouldn’t be dead."

Zhao Xue’er was stunned as if struck by lightning.

"Uncle Chen, I’m also grieving for Er Lengzi, but Young Master Yan was with me the whole time. How could he have killed Er Lengzi? Please don’t accuse him falsely." Zhao Xue’er cried.

"Xue’er, your Uncle Chen is not wrongfully accusing Young Master Yan."

At this moment, Uncle Wu, the most respected elder in the village, stepped forward.

"Grandpa Wu, do you also think Er Lengzi’s death is related to Young Master Yan?" Zhao Xue’er shook her head, asking helplessly.

"Of course. In our village, only that kid Yan has a sword, and Er Lengzi died from a sword wound. If he didn’t do it, then who did?" Uncle Wu analyzed.