Chapter 691: Mindset Explodes

Zu An exclaimed in amazement, "I thought I was shameless enough, but compared to you, I'm a mere amateur! To think you'd use this method to get revenge on me."

The Prince of Qi's heir struggled to sit up, attempting to project his usual nonchalant demeanor. However, having been struck by lightning, no matter how he tried to conceal it, his expression remained quite contorted. "Don't misunderstand," he said, "I'm not retaliating against you. We just made a Heavenly Dao oath; how could I possibly seek revenge on you?"

Even he dared not underestimate the power of the Heavenly Dao oath, so he needed to avoid potential dangers as much as possible.

"Have you ever heard the saying, 'The Heavenly Dao cannot be deceived'?" Zu An said coldly.

The Prince of Qi's heir chuckled. "That's just something you weaklings say to comfort yourselves. You should know that Heaven and Earth are impartial, treating all beings as straw dogs. The Heavenly Dao does not distinguish between good and evil; as long as you act according to its rules, you don't need to worry about anything else."

"This guy is just twisting logic," grumbled Chu Youzhao, who was not far away. She felt that the other party had clearly made an oath, yet was still seeking revenge afterwards, which was utterly shameless.

Murong Qinghe also frowned slightly. As a martial arts enthusiast, she believed that if one lost, one lost, and the Prince's heir's behavior was a bit too shameless.

Yet, as a lady of the Murong clan, she somewhat admired his tactics. As the Prince of Qi's heir, if he were truly naive and guileless, then the noble families surrounding the Prince of Qi would actually have more to worry about.

"Weakling?" Zu An sneered at this moment. "Who was just trampled on the ground like a dead dog by me? Who exactly is the weakling?"

The Prince of Qi's heir's breath hitched, and his chest heaved rapidly. Clearly, he regarded the recent event as a great humiliation.

Rage points from Zhao Zhi: 999,999,999...

At this moment, Han Fengqiu, who was by his side, frowned and said, "My Lord, why bother arguing with such a minor character?"

The Prince of Qi's heir took a deep breath. After all, he wasn't one of those idle good-for-nothings. He immediately reacted, "That's right. A person's strength isn't solely determined by their cultivation level; it also depends on the resources they can command. In that regard, compared to me, calling you a 'weakling' is already a compliment."

Zu An burst out laughing. "Who was just now claiming that capital beyond one's ability amounts to zero?"

The Prince of Qi's heir was speechless.

Can this guy ever just have a normal conversation?

Mortified and enraged, and knowing he couldn't win a war of words against the other party, he roared hoarsely, "Uncle Han, cripple him!"

"Alright, My Lord, rest well nearby and watch how I deal with this ant," Han Fengqiu said as he turned to Zu An. "Boy, to have me personally make a move, your life will have been worth living."

Zu An spat and said with a sarcastic expression, "You? A mere Ninth Grade? Do you know that normally I joke and chat with Grandmasters of the Earth Immortal level? And quite a few Grandmasters have died at my hands. You, a Ninth Grade, I don't know who gave you such confidence."

Mosquito Daoist, Old Man Mi, and others had indeed died at his hands. Furthermore, Mi Li, the remnant soul of Qin Shi Huang, and Wu Geng, the last King of Shang, were all beings no less powerful than the current emperor. In terms of the sheer number of transcendent beings he had encountered, few in this world could compare to him, so naturally, he wouldn't hold a Ninth Grade peak cultivator in high regard.

It was just that others didn't know these things, so when they heard him, they just thought he was boasting.

Murong Qinghe spat lightly. "Brother Chu, your brother-in-law's cultivation is quite good, but he just loves to brag too much."

Chu Youzhao's pretty face also flushed. Although she knew her brother-in-law was powerful, joking and chatting with Grandmasters of the Earth Immortal level was still too much. "I feel embarrassed for him just listening," she thought.

The gap-toothed coachman in the distance also chuckled. "Killed a few Grandmasters? Madam, your friend isn't afraid of biting his tongue with all that bragging."

There was still no response from inside the carriage.

Han Fengqiu naturally didn't believe it either. "So young, yet full of nonsense. Today, I, an old man, will teach you a lesson on behalf of your elders, to make you understand that while you can eat anything, you can't just say anything..."

Before he could finish, Zu An interrupted him. "Your pants just dropped."

Han Fengqiu was stunned. Then he felt a chill in his legs. He looked down and saw his pants had slipped down to his knees.

His shriveled "little bird" trembled in the cold wind, looking particularly pathetic.

The air of an expert he had cultivated since his appearance vanished completely in that instant.

"Ah!"

Chu Youzhao and Murong Qinghe quickly covered their eyes and turned away, their faces as red as tomatoes.

"This is simply unbelievable! In all my years, from childhood until now, today is the day I've seen the most unpleasant things," she thought.

Yet, Chu Youzhao couldn't help but recall the scene when she first saw her brother-in-law, thinking, "How are other men so much worse than him?"

The Prince of Qi's heir was like this, and so was this Ninth Grade expert.

The Prince of Qi's heir, however, didn't think so. Although Han Fengqiu was on his side, he couldn't help but want to laugh at that moment.

He deliberately took another look at the other person's legs, his mouth almost stretched to his ears in a grin. He finally found his confidence.

"Now I can go out and say I'm even better than a Ninth Grade expert... No, no, Uncle Han would probably beat me to death," he quickly corrected himself.

Unlike his suppressed laughter, the gap-toothed old man in the distance slapped his thigh and burst out laughing. "This guy actually likes to go commando! At his age, he still has this habit, haha, I'm dying of laughter!"

The lady in the carriage was speechless.

At that moment, she had already lowered the curtain that she had slightly lifted; it was simply too horrible to look at.

Han Fengqiu's mind went blank for a moment. Logically, at his age, having cultivated all the way to Ninth Grade peak, what grand situations hadn't he seen?

But this situation now, he truly hadn't seen!

Hearing the laughter around him, he finally came back to his senses. While pulling up his pants, he charged at Zu An, swinging his sword. "You brat, die!" he roared.

Rage points from Han Fengqiu: 1,024,102,410,24...

His mental state had completely shattered. At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked utterly flustered and enraged. Where was any of the expert's aura he had deliberately cultivated just moments ago?

He didn't think his pants dropping had anything to do with Zu An; he just felt that the other party's 'crow's mouth' was too venomous. He wanted to tear this guy's mouth apart and pull out his tongue to feed to dogs to slightly vent the hatred in his heart.

As for that gap-toothed old man who was still laughing heartily over there, he would make sure he stopped laughing later.

A Ninth Grade peak expert's speed was incredible; his figure was like a bolt of lightning. Murong Qinghe and Chu Youzhao, standing by, couldn't react at all.

But Zu An was already prepared. He immediately activated his Sunflower Phantom movement technique and dodged to the side. What a joke; he had previously undergone Mi Li's hellish special training and could even occasionally dodge her attacks a few times. What was a mere Ninth Grade cultivator who had only reached that level through seniority?

"Hmm?" The gap-toothed coachman, whose old face had been blooming with laughter like a chrysanthemum, looked a little surprised. He had noticed that Zu An's dodge, both in technique and timing, was just perfect.

His ability to dodge the Prince of Qi's heir's attack earlier was nothing remarkable, but a Ninth Grade peak was an entirely different concept. Their qi could lock onto a target at any moment, rendering ordinary movement techniques for evasion meaningless. Yet, he still managed to dodge it.

Was it just a coincidence, or...?

However, the enraged Han Fengqiu didn't notice this. He now had only one thought: capture Zu An and then torture him to death.

Zu An also had a headache. Han Fengqiu at this moment was probably unleashing 120% of his usual strength; his speed far surpassed Zhao Zhi's earlier. If not for his Sunflower Phantom, which excelled at agile maneuvering, he would likely have been caught by now. Even so, he was still in constant peril.

He couldn't help but feel a little eager to try: should he say, "Your pants are down again?"

However, he ultimately suppressed this tempting thought. Although the 'Speak and it is done' ability was heaven-defying, it wasn't without its cost. Making his pants drop once before, the backlash afterwards should be manageable, but if he used it continuously, he might not be able to withstand the backlash when it erupted later.

Han Fengqiu was also a bit anxious at this moment. He, a dignified Ninth Grade peak expert, had been exerting his full strength for so long and still hadn't taken down his opponent. This guy was as slippery as an eel.

He only regretted being in the capital now, where the grand formations within the city prohibited aerial flight. Otherwise, with a Ninth Grade's flying ability, fighting from the sky, no matter how fast the opponent's movement technique was, it would be useless.