The Most Powerful Overlord

Chapter 53: Three Cups of Wine in the Mortal World

"Oh?"

"Currently, in Anbei City, there are five major families, along with eight subsidiary large families, totaling thirteen families. Although not in agreement practically, they appear united on the surface!"

"And then?"

Ye Qingtian asked.

"The person who unified them is named Yin Yan, a Spirit Master! His mastery over Spirit Technique not only encompasses the ancient and modern times but can also kill Martial Arts Experts! The Thirteen Clans led by the Zheng Family all listen to him. In reality, he is the overlord of Anbei City; combined, the power of the Thirteen Clans is no weaker than any Kang Family or the like!"

Ye Qingtian’s lips curled into a cold smile: "What’s your suggestion?"

"The one who knows about Infinite Iron is the Spirit Master Yin Yan!"

Kang Juntao said.

"So what’s the tricky part?"

Ye Qingtian asked curiously.

"King, we recognize your strength! But the Thirteen Clans are not easy to deal with, and Yin Yan is even more challenging! If you approach them proactively..."

Kang Juntao’s eyes showed a hint of hesitation.

"Alright, I understand. I’ll go tonight!"

Ye Qingtian said indifferently.

Kang Juntao’s face changed drastically: "Ah? Tonight? You mustn’t!"

Seeing Ye Qingtian’s look, Kang Juntao explained: "Tonight, Yin Yan happens to be coming out of seclusion, convening a meeting with the Thirteen Clans at the Zheng Family Manor, to discuss the unification of the Thirteen Clans of Anbei."

Beside him, Kang Yibin agreed: "Yes, King, if you go tonight, you’re facing the entire power of Anbei City!"

Ye Qingtian’s lips curled into a cold smile: "Just a bunch of ants, just tell me the location of the Zheng Family!"

...

Night Charm Bar.

Ye Qingtian ordered a bottle of tequila with sea salt and chili flakes, the unique aroma of tequila wafting through the air.

"Gulp!"

After savoring some sea salt and a few slices of chili, Ye Qingtian picked up the bottle and started gulping straight.

The golden liquid flowed into his stomach, igniting a flame within, the fiery tequila paired with sea salt and chili, like adding fuel to the fire, absolutely delightful.

Ye Qingtian closed his eyes tight, his brow initially furrowed, then slowly relaxed, savoring the wonderful moment of fiery bursts.

Although it is said that three cups of wine intoxicate the mundane world, and a pot of tea lasts through the ages.

But when drinking, Ye Qingtian can remain the calmest and often think about the most important matters.

Now that Yin Yan hasn’t come out, going there would be a waste of time, so he might as well enjoy a few drinks.

Before long, a group of people entered the bar.

Suddenly, the bar became lively.

Leading them were four men and two women.

Among them were two people Ye Qingtian had seen before, Chen Zhenhai and Zhao Yiran.

The other four were Liu Yafeng, Quan Haiqing, Deng Yincheng, and Gong Zhicheng.

The Chen, Liu, Quan, Deng, and Gong families were among the Thirteen Clans of Anbei. Chen Zhenhai had rushed back from Jin City because of the Thirteen Clans’ meeting.

"Yiran, once tonight is over, the Thirteen Clans of Anbei will unite into an alliance, enough to challenge the Kang Family and the Lei Family!"

Chen Zhenhai said, his face full of excitement.

Quan Haiqing nodded: "Yes, that’s right. Miss Zhao, would you like to join us tonight?"

"Yeah, Yiran,"

Liu Yafeng also chimed in.

Zhao Yiran thought about it and agreed.

The Zhao Family of Anbei was obscure, not even as notable as Kang Juntao’s family.

But the Zhao Family held a prestigious position, with Zhao Yiran’s mother hailing from the Northwest Super Clan, the Lei Family.

The third generation of the Lei Family consisted entirely of males, so the Lei Family cherished Zhao Yiran, treating her as the apple of their eye.

Therefore, no one dared to provoke the Zhao Family in Anbei.

"That’s fantastic!"

Chen Zhenhai exclaimed in excitement.

Once the Thirteen Clans alliance was established, his status would rise, making him more qualified to pursue Zhao Yiran.

If successful, he’d have the backing of the mighty Northwest Super Clan, the Lei Family.

"Here come five young masters and ladies from the eight great families!"

"These are the true aristocrats; if you can connect with them, you’d be worry-free for life!"

"That’s for sure, for us, they exist like divine dragons in the sky! Who dares to provoke them in Anbei City?"

...

The bar bustled, with countless people looking at them enviously.

"Huh? Ye Qingtian? What’s he doing here?"

Zhao Yiran suddenly spotted Ye Qingtian in the corner and subconsciously quickened her pace to approach him.

"What are you doing here?"

Zhao Yiran asked joyfully.

"If you can be here, why can’t I?"

Ye Qingtian replied coldly without looking up.

To this, Zhao Yiran was almost accustomed.

Ye Qingtian had always been indifferent to her.

"Classmate Ye, isn’t that a bit rude of you?"

Chen Zhenhai, who had long harbored dissatisfaction with Ye Qingtian, said coldly, lowering his voice abruptly.

Ye Qingtian slowly raised his head and said: "None of your business, scram!"

Ye Qingtian’s words sent shockwaves through the crowd, plunging the place into silence.

In Anbei City, on the turf of the Thirteen Clans, did someone dare tell Chen Zhenhai to scram?

Truth be told, Ye Qingtian was probably the first!

Everyone was dumbfounded, whether onlookers or Quan Haiqing and the rest of the young masters, all looked at Ye Qingtian in disbelief.

In Anbei City, the Thirteen Clans were revered!

Who dared to provoke them?

"Kid, what did you say? Dare to repeat it!"

Chen Zhenhai was already on the verge of losing it.

Ye Qingtian lazily lifted his eyelids: "Are you hearing impaired? I told you to scram!"

"Kid, are you courting death? Sister Yiran, you... bang..."

But before Chen Zhenhai could finish his sentence, there was a ’bang’ sound, and his body was sent flying, crashing into several tables before stopping.

Shock!

Utter shock!

No one expected Ye Qingtian to act so swiftly, and on top of that, against Chen Zhenhai, the eldest of the Chen Family.

Instantly, the scene erupted like boiling water.

"I told you to scram! So much nonsense!"

Ye Qingtian’s voice rang out as he took another swig of his drink.

"Bastard! Do you know who he is? I’ll tell you, you’re in big trouble! You won’t leave here unharmed tonight!"

Quan Haiqing shouted coldly.

Ye Qingtian hit Chen Zhenhai, which was as good as hitting the face of the young masters of the Thirteen Clans!

This was absolutely intolerable!

Ye Qingtian glanced at Quan Haiqing and said calmly: "When I said scram, I didn’t just mean him, I meant all of you. Scram!"

"You..."

Quan Haiqing had just started to speak when he felt a heavy blow, sending his body flying.

With a ’bang’, he smashed to the ground, the world spinning, pain tearing through him.

"Finish him off for me!"

Chen Zhenhai shouted angrily.

His followers immediately rushed over, fists whistling through the air like fierce tigers.

"Bang!"

They came quickly but fell even quicker.

"Boom!"

The tall body of the bodyguard heavily landed on Chen Zhenhai.

"Brother Quan, Brother Chen!"

The others, including Deng Yincheng, rushed over with their followers.

Everyone eyed Ye Qingtian warily.

Gong Zhicheng said cautiously: "This kid has trained, he’s tough to deal with!"

"All of you, scram!"

Ye Qingtian looked at Zhao Yiran beside him and said: "You should leave too!"