Chapter 2059: Stubborn Wang Qingfeng

The red long blade had flame patterns on its surface, and these flames flickered ceaselessly as if alive.

The Fentian Blade, Wang Qingfeng's innate magic treasure, was personally forged by Wang Changsheng. Had Wang Changsheng not considered Wang Qingfeng's cultivation level, he could have forged him a Heaven-reaching Spiritual Treasure as his innate magic treasure.

"You actually used a spiritual treasure!" Deng Tianqi's face registered disbelief. He had assumed Wang Qingfeng was too proud to resort to a magic treasure, yet Wang Qingfeng had directly used a spiritual treasure.

"Did I say I wouldn't use a spiritual treasure?" Wang Qingfeng replied indifferently. "And no one said spiritual treasures were forbidden." His cultivation was still too low; that single strike had consumed eighty percent of his magic power.

"Fellow Daoist Wang wins! The match is over!" the old man in the golden robe quickly announced, shouting loudly. If they continued sparring, it could lead to serious trouble, perhaps even fatalities, which would be problematic.

Wang Qingfeng sheathed the Fentian Blade and turned to walk towards Wang Qingcheng.

A cold glint flashed in Deng Tianqi's eyes. He wasn't so foolish as to launch a sneak attack on Wang Qingfeng with a magic treasure, but he had marked this grudge. Had Fang Shuyu not intervened in time, he would have been dead.

Wang Qingcheng frowned deeply, hesitating to speak. Wang Qingfeng had almost killed Deng Tianqi. He knew Wang Qingfeng was trying to protect their parents' reputation and prevent people from saying Wang Changsheng's son was incompetent.

If it had been Wang Qingcheng, simply destroying the Golden Thunder Pagoda would have been enough; there was no need to injure Deng Tianqi and put everyone in an awkward position.

"It's getting late," the old man in the golden robe instructed. "Escort Fellow Daoist Wang and his companions back." The Taiyang Sect disciples acknowledged, then led Wang Qingcheng and the others back to their lodging.

Upon returning to Tingtao Palace, Wang Qingcheng cupped his fists towards the Taiyang Sect disciples who had escorted them back and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Fellow Daoist Sun and Fellow Daoist Chen."

"It was merely a small effort, Fellow Daoist Wang. Please rest well and don't wander around. Due to the large number of visiting guests, we have activated some restrictions. Should you trigger them, even Soul Transformation cultivators will find themselves in trouble." The Taiyang Sect disciples cautioned them before leaving Tingtao Palace.

"This gathering was truly boring," Wang Qingfeng said, stretching contentedly. "I shouldn't have bothered going."

"Brother, you've caused trouble," Wang Qingcheng sighed, his brows deeply furrowed.

"I didn't kill him, so what trouble have I caused?" Wang Qingfeng said dismissively.

"You injured him, and that's not trouble?" Wang Qingcheng said, frowning. "I know you're stronger than him; a draw would have allowed everyone to save face."

"In scholarly pursuits, there's no absolute top; in martial arts, there's no second place," Wang Qingfeng said nonchalantly. "A spar only has a winner or a loser, no draws. Either I win, or he wins."

"I must tell Mother and Father about this," Wang Qingcheng said earnestly. "We came to Taiyang Sect to make friends, not to make enemies." Wang Qingfeng's actions had implicitly made an enemy of Deng Tianqi.

"Suit yourself," Wang Qingfeng said nonchalantly. "Anyway, I didn't do anything wrong."

"What do you mean, 'didn't do anything wrong'?" A gentle male voice suddenly inquired. "What exactly did you do?" Wang Changsheng walked out, his expression grave.

"Father, this is what happened: Today, we had a gathering with representatives from other forces. During it, Deng Tianqi from the Deng family wanted to spar with my younger brother..." Wang Qingcheng recounted the entire incident, emphasizing that it was something Wang Changsheng needed to know and could not be concealed.

"Since it was a spar, you could have simply defeated him," Wang Changsheng reprimanded with a grim face. "There was no need to hold back on using a magic treasure. You deliberately feigned arrogance to give Deng Tianqi a chance, then attacked to defeat him." As a father, he knew his son well and understood Deng Tianqi's intentions.

Wang Qingfeng remained silent, offering no reply.

Wang Changsheng shook his head. Raising children was arduous work; they often insisted on doing precisely what you told them not to.

Some cultivators are honest and pragmatic, yet their children dare to take risks and fight fiercely. Conversely, some cultivators are daring and fearless, forging ahead, while their children are timid and afraid of trouble.

The proverb, "A dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix to a phoenix, and a mouse's son knows how to dig holes," only applies to some people, not everyone.

On their way here, he and Wang Ruyan had repeatedly cautioned them to make more friends, absolutely avoid conflicts with others, and not mind taking a small loss.

Wang Qingfeng's character was too straightforward and unyielding; he would easily suffer losses in the future.

"Qingfeng, do you believe you were in the wrong?" Wang Changsheng asked in a steady, deep voice.

"I wasn't wrong," Wang Qingfeng stated earnestly. "A spar is meant to stop at the point of decision, and no one said spiritual treasures were forbidden. Where exactly did I go wrong?" He was unyielding in his convictions; to him, one was one and two was two.

Wang Changsheng frowned and asked, "You're talking about the rules of sparring; I'm talking about the way you handled the situation."

"I wasn't wrong," Wang Qingfeng's attitude was resolute. "Wasn't he just trying to defeat me to prove his strength? Must I lose to him just to avoid offending him? If it were a draw, why bother sparring at all? Besides, I wasn't the one who wanted to spar; he was the one who pestered me. He brought this upon himself." He had seen through Deng Tianqi's intentions and thus wanted to teach him a lesson.

"You could have defeated him, but not with such extreme methods," Wang Changsheng said slowly, outlining the potential consequences. "If someone hadn't intervened and you had killed him, wouldn't that give others an excuse to say that we, relying on our status as Zhenhai Palace disciples, condoned our children committing violence? True Immortal Taiyang is hosting this celebration with numerous guests; if you had killed someone at the Taiyang Sect, what would True Immortal Taiyang think of us?"

"Next time we see Fellow Daoist Deng, I'll help mediate," Wang Qingcheng added. "You just apologize to him, and this matter will be over. It's only an apology; it won't cost you an arm and a leg."

Wang Qingfeng pursed his lips, thought for a moment, then said, "I'll listen to Father."

"I'm asking you now, do you think you were wrong?" Wang Changsheng pressed.

"I wasn't wrong," Wang Qingfeng said calmly. "But if Father says I was wrong, then I will consider myself wrong."

"What do you mean, 'consider'?" Wang Changsheng said, somewhat helplessly. "Your character is too straightforward; you'll suffer greatly sooner or later. Learn from Qingcheng." Logically, Wang Qingcheng, with his superior aptitude, should have been the more arrogant one. Yet, it was quite the opposite: Wang Qingcheng was skilled at handling people and tactful in his dealings.

Wang Qingcheng and Wang Qingfeng had both grown up under Wang Changsheng's care, yet their personalities were starkly different. If they weren't his own sons, he wouldn't believe they were biological brothers.

"Come with me to Fellow Daoist Deng's residence and apologize to Deng Tianqi," Wang Changsheng instructed. "Being too straightforward is not good." He wasn't afraid of the Deng family; he simply didn't want to indulge Wang Qingfeng, as being too blunt easily offended people.

"Understood, Father. If you want me to go, I'll go," Wang Qingfeng agreed. He wouldn't have wanted to go if Wang Changsheng hadn't insisted!

Wang Changsheng gave one last instruction, then took Wang Qingfeng and left their lodging.

Not long after, they appeared outside a vast green estate. Wang Changsheng then sent a sound transmission talisman.

In a green stone pavilion, Deng Yibo sat on a stone stool, his face contorted with rage, while Deng Tianqi knelt on the ground, his face full of grievance.

A tall, slender middle-aged man stood nearby. He had well-defined features and a fair complexion; he was clearly a Nascent Soul cultivator.

This was Deng Hongbin, Deng Tianqi's second paternal uncle.

"You just wanted to show off like that? You insisted on going against him?" Deng Yibo said coldly. "You've truly disgraced our Deng family." He had learned of Deng Tianqi's actions at the gathering and was almost livid with anger.

Wang Changsheng's strength was extraordinary, and he was also a fifth-tier Artifact Forger. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, it was only a matter of time before he reached the Void Refinement stage. It was important to remember that the highest-cultivated cultivator in the Deng family was merely at the Void Refinement stage.