Live-in Son-in-law

Chapter 1271 1271: Accept the Consequences of a Bet

The disciples of the Sword Sect were full of anger, thinking Yun Mengyao was too dismissive of their Great Elder.

"Hmph, I think the Great Elder is just saving face for Qin Yi, otherwise he would have dealt with him long ago."

"Fairy Yun, which sect do you hail from exactly? Why does the Great Elder treat you with such respect? Qin Yi's status must be extraordinary."

"I suspect Qin Yi might either be the young master of a sect or the illegitimate child of some big shot."

Yun Mengyao was furious and mocked, "Stop gossiping here; Qin Yi is merely a loose cultivator. But he alone is worth as much as your entire Sword Sect. Do you know his honorific name? Blood Shura."

The expressions of the Sword Sect disciples became peculiar.

"Blood Shura, that's quite a prestigious name. But does Qin Yi even have the experience of killing someone to deserve such a title?"

"Looking at his fair and soft appearance, like a pretty boy, I think he hasn't even killed a chicken."

Yun Mengyao angrily retorted, "Shut your filthy mouths! Qin Yi isn't someone you weaklings can comment on. He's killed millions; if you don't want to die, shut up. I'm telling you, you've lost for sure."

The Sword Sect disciples sneered dismissively.

Meanwhile, Zhao Jing was getting more and more frustrated in the fight; no matter how he attacked, Qin Yi effortlessly evaded. After battling for a long time, he couldn't even touch the hem of Qin Yi's clothes.

"Young friend Qin Yi, can you let loose a bit and have a real fight with me?" Zhao Jing asked, feeling stifled.

Qin Yi's lips curled slightly, "Are you sure?"

"There's nothing uncertain about it."

Qin Yi chuckled, "Alright then, get ready; I'm going to attack."

"Boom!"

Qin Yi's clothes fluttered without wind, his long hair danced wildly, and he punched out, the punch momentum roared like rolling dry thunder. The brilliant fist light surged out, resembling an earth dragon, sweeping the stone tables on the ground into fragments as it blasted towards Zhao Jing.

Zhao Jing's face changed dramatically as he frantically channeled his cultivation.

However, his cultivation was far too weak compared to Qin Yi. All resistance was futile; his aura was completely suppressed, and his power was stifled.

"Boom!"

Zhao Jing was enveloped in fist light, which exploded, sending him rolling in the air and crashing to the ground with a tragic cry, the pavement beneath cracking.

The scene suddenly went silent; the disciples of the Sword Sect were full of disbelief, as if seeing a ghost.

Clouded in satisfaction, Yun Mengyao smiled brightly.

Ran Zitong looked stunned, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. Qin Yi had been defending using engraving skills, but with this single move, he directly defeated the Great Elder.

Zhao Jing wasn't hurt, but he was dizzy and muddled. He shook his head as he got up, with a shocked look, cupped his fist towards Qin Yi, "Thank you, young friend Qin Yi, for showing mercy. I lost."

Indeed, Qin Yi showed mercy, or else this punch would have turned Zhao Jing into a mist of blood.

The disciples present were both horrified and bewildered; the Great Elder actually lost, it was too incredible. How could Qin Yi be so young, yet his cultivation so terrifying, enough to defeat the Great Elder?

"Haha... Making a fortune."

Yun Mengyao was all smiles, hands and feet busy collecting gold coins on the ground.

"Miss Ran, you bet sixteen gold coins, at odds of ten to one, here are one hundred sixty gold coins, count them."

Yun Mengyao poured the rest into Wu Lin's money bag, her eyes curved into crescents as she laughed. Spending so much time with Qin Yi, her conning skills improved significantly.

By the time the dazed disciples returned to their senses, Yun Mengyao had already collected all the money. Each of them looked unhappy; this was their month's salary, gone just like that.

"The Great Elder is actually no match for Qin Yi, how is this possible?"

"Indeed, maybe the Great Elder intentionally held back."

"I think it's possible; the guests shouldn't lose face."

"But our gold coins..."

Yun Mengyao looked smug, not forgetting to mock them, "Hey, a bet is a consent to surrender, stop making excuses."

"This is not an excuse; clearly our Great Elder was sparing Qin Yi, this doesn't count. You have to return the gold coins to us."

Yun Mengyao frowned, "Are you men or not? Is drying off your spit a compulsory course for Sword Sect? Each of you has such thick skin."

As Yun Mengyao spoke, she looked at Qin Yi, "They're saying you won because the Great Elder was holding back, refusing to accept defeat for a bet, wanting to cheat."

Qin Yi looked playfully at Zhao Jing.

Zhao Jing was embarrassed; clearly, Qin Yi showed mercy, yet these rascals dared suspect he was holding back, did he even have the ability?

"What are you babbling about? Young friend Qin Yi's cultivation is superb; the fact that I lost is true, stop spouting nonsense."

Zhao Jing's explanation made it even more apparent to everyone that he intentionally held back.

Qin Yi's lips curled slightly, performing a sealing gesture with one hand.

The sound of countless swords ringing suddenly filled the scene.

All the disciples' swords started trembling, ringing with sword cries. The next moment, all of the swords flew from their scabbards, hundreds of sharp swords soared into the sky, forming a sword dragon.

With one hand performing the gesture, the sword dragon roared, flying over everyone's heads, the bone-chilling sword intent made them shiver.

The hundreds of disciples were dumbfounded, they had all practiced sword control technique, but could only control one sword at a time. Qin Yi casually controlled hundreds of swords, it was terrifying.

Qin Yi chuckled lightly, with a wave of his hand, the sword dragon dispersed, and before the hundreds of disciples present could react, the swords flew back into their respective scabbards.

This move made the Sword Sect disciples present regard Qin Yi as a celestial being.

Not only the disciples, but even Zhao Jing was shocked.

Just then, a loud slapping sound awoke everyone.

Wu Lin was seen clutching his face, full of shame and anger.

Yun Mengyao shook her wrist and commented, "Your skin is really thick. But a bet is a consent to surrender; you lost, no objection to me slapping you, right? Actually, for others, this slap might just be it. Want to know why I had to slap you?"

Wu Lin's face was red and neck swollen with embarrassment. Being slapped publicly by a woman was extremely humiliating. But he was curious why Yun Mengyao insisted on slapping him.

Yun Mengyao raised her head proudly, "Because your grandfather offended me, so looking at you naturally annoys me. Don't blame me, blame your grandfather. Your grandfather had no skills yet dared to bet with me, can't outsmart me."

Having said this, Yun Mengyao raised her head high, pulling Ran Zitong as she walked over to Qin Yi.

Wu Lin was left clutching his face, full of shame but also curiosity about how his grandfather offended Yun Mengyao.

Zhao Jing shook his head helplessly; a bet was binding, losing meant accepting the consequences. Therefore, Yun Mengyao slapping Wu Lin was something he couldn't argue against.

"Now you know how formidable young friend Qin Yi is? Don't blindly doubt someone just because they're young; talent isn't determined by age, there are indeed geniuses in this world. Work hard on your cultivation."

After finishing, Zhao Jing said to Qin Yi, "Young friend Qin Yi, please come with me, I'll take you to your dwelling."