Reigning Supreme in countless worlds With Beast taming-Chapter 123 - 121 Arrogant and Domineering Young Master Ma

Chapter 123: Chapter 121 Arrogant and Domineering Young Master Ma

“Greetings, Hall Master.”

Hou San asked several people to wait outside while he entered first, paying respects to an elder who appeared to be in his sixties or seventies.

The elder hummed faintly, opened his eyes, glanced at him, and asked, “What’s the matter?”

“Reporting to the Hall Master, I plan to recommend a few people to join the sect. I seek your approval.”

Hou San was utterly respectful, lacking any of the arrogance he had shown in the city.

“Bring them in.”

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The elder spoke, “The more believers we have, the stronger the Divine Power our lord can bring to this world. If you can turn all the residents of Qingyang City into devotees of our lord, you will surely receive even greater rewards.”

Upon hearing this, a fervent gleam flashed in Hou San’s eyes.

Having gone from a street hoodlum to a revered Cultivator overnight, he owed his transformation to the grace of the Demon God, and of course, he hoped for its strength to grow even more potent.

He stood up, went outside, and beckoned Qin Feng and the others to follow him in.

No sooner had Qin Feng and his companions entered the hall than they felt a sudden tightness in their spirits, as though something unfathomable had set its sights upon them.

Yet this sensation was so faint as to be nearly negligible.

However, as disciples of the Beast Taming Sect with Divine Sense far exceeding that of ordinary cultivators, they keenly detected that the feeling originated from the ghastly and fearsome statue of the Demon God in front of them.

Probing with their Divine Sense, they found the Demon God statue to be merely carved from ordinary stone with no apparent anomalies on the surface, except for a faint and disconcerting aura at the brow of the statue.

They understood that the statue must embody a strand of the Demon God’s Divine Thought, yet this strand was not powerful and lay dormant; otherwise, it wouldn’t have allowed their Divine Sense to enter its statue without any reaction.

Having ascertained the nature of the Demon God statue, they all breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn’t an avatar of the Demon God, which was a relief.

They withdrew their Divine Sense without alerting the Divine Thought within the Divine Demon statue; such beings were beyond their capability to handle.

The group’s gaze then shifted back to the elder, revealing a hint of surprise.

This elderly figure appeared frail and decrepit but emitted an incredibly potent aura, almost as strong as that of a mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

Behind him were two others, an old crone close in age to him and a child of about eight or nine, sound asleep in the crone’s embrace.

The child, large-headed and small-bodied with flat brows and a collapsed nose, was grotesque in appearance. Asleep, he seemed to be dreaming of eating, judging by the large patch of drool.

Yet, the aura emanating from the child and the crone was also incredibly strong, not much weaker than that of the elder.

To think that within this modest estate, there would be three Demon Cultivators with Foundation Establishment Cultivation.

“What are you looking at? Kneel down at once.”

Hou San saw them looking around upon entering and quickly rebuked them, saying, “Show respect; harbor no irreverence in your hearts. When you recite the vow of fealty to the Demon God with the Hall Master later, you must not misspeak a single word. Otherwise, if you incur the punishment of the Demon God, don’t blame me for not warning you.”

“The punishment of the Demon God?”

Ma Xingkong looked at him with an amused yet nonchalant gaze.

Hou San’s brow furrowed, sensing something odd about this man.

However, remembering that this man had come under his recommendation and would be his subordinate, and that this was not the place for his outburst, he disdainfully said, “Just do as you’re told; why ask so many questions?

Do you still want to become Cultivators or not? If not, I don’t mind offering you up as a sacrifice to the Demon God.”

“Offer me as a sacrifice to the Demon God? Heh…”

Ma Xingkong, from seemingly nowhere, produced a folded fan, snapped it open with a flick, fanned himself pretentiously a couple of times, then sneered, “As if you were worthy!”

“You…”

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At this, Hou San burst into a fury, utterly astonished that someone he had brought along dared to be so insolent here.

“Fine, fine, fine, Marquis, I kindly offer you a clear path, but you refuse to take it. Since you’re so eager to seek death, I’ll grant your wish,”

As he spoke, Hou San’s aura surged. He stepped forward, raising his hand towards Ma Xingkong’s neck.

He intended to twist this youngster’s head off personally, just as he had done with Tiger Boss, who had once bullied him.

Ever since he offered a sacrifice to the Demon God and received an incredibly powerful strength, he considered himself a superior cultivator, no longer regarding ordinary mortals.

However, his hand had only stretched out halfway when Ma Xingkong slapped him across the face.

“Slap…”

A resounding slap landed on Hou San’s face.

Hou San screamed miserably, spun three times in place, spat out several teeth, and then—with a thud—smashed against a nearby pillar, collapsing to the ground.

“Hmm?”

Seeing this sudden turn of events, the other Demon Sect cultists in the hall were shocked.

Even the elder showed a look of surprise on his face, lifting his head to look over at Ma Xingkong.

At this moment, a child who had been soundly asleep was startled awake by the clear sound of the slap.

He rubbed his bleary eyes, looked around in confusion, and paid no attention to Hou San groaning on the ground; instead, his eyes lit up when he saw Wen Qing’er.

“Grandpa, grandpa, I want her to be my bride,” the child tugged eagerly at the elder’s sleeve and cooed.

“Good! My dear grandchild is grown up, wanting a bride. Let’s leave her behind to be your little wife,” the elder said, indulgingly patting the child’s head, agreeing without hesitation.

Hearing this, the old crone scrutinized Wen Qing’er with a critical eye and nodded, “She’s quite pretty and could barely match my Dog Egg, but her buttocks are too small; who knows if she can bear children.”

These words infuriated Wen Qing’er, making her roll her eyes.

Before the young lady could explode, Ma Xingkong stepped forward and aimed a kick at Hou San.

“You scoundrel, with your face looking like a split watermelon, you still dare to mock me, Young Master Ma? You truly have a death wish,” he said with increasing anger, kicking Hou San with growing force, causing him to cry out in agony.

“And you dare to covet the woman that I, Young Master Ma, have taken a liking to; do you think you have the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard?

You even want me, Young Master Ma, to serve you? I’ll knock the ‘fragrance’ out of you right now,” he said, and with a fierce stomp on Hou San’s belly, almost made Hou San vomit his gall.

From behind, Wen Qing’er looked at Ma Xingkong with disdain and said to Qin Xi and An Ruhui, “Sister, that guy is really disgusting. Let’s ditch him later and not stay with him any longer.”

“Uh…”

Ma Xingkong’s movements stiffened, and he quickly stopped his foot, chuckling awkwardly, “I was just saying that; I wouldn’t really do such disgusting things.”

“Who exactly are you people?”

The elder frowned and asked, “How dare you cause trouble before the idol of my lord? Do you have a death wish?”

“Old man, quit your pretense,” Young Master Ma was polite to the young lady, but he showed no such courtesy to this old geezer: “You have the audacity to worship a Demon God on the land of Beast Taming Sect; you truly have a death wish. So, what, you want to try to lay a hand on me, Young Master Ma?

Hmph, you lot, thinking you’re cultivators just because you have some power that doesn’t belong to you?

Even if you all came at me together, I wouldn’t bat an eye at you.”