Top Grade Pure Beauty CEO-Chapter 266: Kneel! Or, die!

The trade conference was held at noon on the third day.

The venue was on Qing Stone Street in the Ghost Market.

A five-kilometer-long Qing Stone Street was packed with martial artists, some setting up stalls, others approaching to inquire about prices.

Li Xiaoyao found an empty spot, wrote down a few lines on a wooden board as usual, and then waited with his eyes closed.

"Have you heard? At yesterday’s martial arts competition, a cultivator appeared!"

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"Cultivator? You must be kidding. I think he is just a martial artist."

"Hey, you really are out of the loop," the man said animatedly. "They say that cultivator, young and only in his twenties, fought against Wu Hao of the Wu Family from Zhongzhou. Wu Hao is a third-level martial artist in the Condensation Realm, but guess what happened?"

"Hmm?"

The man said, "That cultivator pinched a spell and called down a Heavenly Thunder. A single strike reduced Wu Hao to ashes, leaving no bones behind!"

"Just thinking about it is thrilling, cultivators performing spells that can move mountains and seas, truly mysterious and unfathomable!"

"Really?" Wei Ziwen smiled in disbelief.

"Absolutely true. All the martial artists who were there saw it with their own eyes. I remember, they all called him Master Li!" the man asserted with wide eyes.

Wei Ziwen shook his head and said, "You’ve read too many novels. A cultivator who can harness lightning, even in Ling City, would be among the elite. Wouldn’t Wu Hao of the Wu Family from Zhongzhou recognize him? How could he rush to his death so foolishly?"

The man wanted to explain but realized what Wei Ziwen said made sense.

"Could it really just be an exaggerated rumor?"

Wei Ziwen ignored him and turned his attention to Qin Mengyao beside him.

Since the day he stood up for Qin Mengyao against Li Xiaoyao, even though he was beaten up in return by Li Xiaoyao, Qin Mengyao still became intimate with him.

They slept together that very night.

"Yao Yao, didn’t you say you wanted a Precious Sword? Today is the trade conference, so there are plenty of treasures. Don’t miss out," Wei Ziwen said with a smile.

"Hmm," Qin Mengyao nodded, sweetly linking her arm through his.

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As they walked along the crowded street, they soon came upon Li Xiaoyao’s stall, where the previous conflict had occurred. Looking down, they saw Li Xiaoyao was still there, setting up his stall.

A flash of cold light gleamed in Wei Ziwen’s eyes, and a surge of rage rose within him.

"Ignorant fool, he dared to humiliate me that day. I must have my revenge." Although furious, Wei Ziwen knew he was no match for Li Xiaoyao, so he refrained from acting rashly.

"Hey, lackey, there’s a guy over there staring at you. From the look on his face, it seems like he has a grudge against you," Lin Yuanyuan, sitting beside Li Xiaoyao, nudged him and said.

Although Li Xiaoyao’s eyes were closed, his mind was well aware of Wei Ziwen and Qin Mengyao’s presence.

"Merely ants, not worth our attention."

Watching Li Xiaoyao, Wei Ziwen clenched his fists, and Qin Mengyao also saw Li Xiaoyao, her face turning slightly pale.

"Big Brother Wei, let’s go," she urged, having witnessed Li Xiaoyao’s capabilities and knowing Wei Ziwen was no match for him.

Wei Ziwen said, "Yao Yao, wait here for me, I’ll be right back," and before Qin Mengyao could ask, he turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Wei Ziwen made his way through the throng of people, and soon, he saw a few middle-aged men arguing over prices with a stall owner.

"Dad!" Wei Ziwen hurried over.

"Hmm, Ziwen," Wei’s father glanced at him and said, "I’m busy, go look around by yourself."

In a low voice, Wei Ziwen said, "Dad, the guy who beat me the other day is over there, and I want you to help me teach him a lesson."

Wei’s father raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? Is that the kid you were talking about?"

"Yes."

Putting down the ancient jade in his hand, Wei’s father said to several middle-aged men beside him, "Brother Gao, Brother Wang, there’s a kid who has had some conflict with my son over there. Let’s go have a look and then come back here."

"Someone bullied Ziwen?"

"Hmph, I’d like to see which guy is courting death."

Wei’s father had a good relationship with these men, and the more they talked over the last few days, the better they got along. It was simply a matter of standing up for the younger generation, and they naturally had no objections.

Wei’s father nodded and said, "Then I thank you, my friends."

"No need for thanks, it’s too formal."

Wei’s father said, "Ziwen, these are all your uncles."

Wei Ziwen called each one ’Uncle,’ his heart swelling with joy. These uncles, just like his father, were all Martial Artists of the Condensation Realm. Dealing with Li Xiaoyao would be more than sufficient.

He intended to reclaim all the humiliation he had suffered the day before.

Soon, Wei’s father and the others followed Wei Ziwen to the stall.

One of them snorted and said, "Which kid bullied Ziwen? Kneel down and kowtow to apologize right now!"

Pointing at Li Xiaoyao, who was closing his eyes in Spirit Condensation, Wei Ziwen said, "Uncles, it’s him."

Looking at Li Xiaoyao, who appeared calm and collected, Wei Ziwen sneered internally. He could almost see Li Xiaoyao being so frightened by his uncles that he would pee his pants.

Qin Mengyao, standing beside, also felt a surge of joy upon seeing Wei Ziwen’s uncles. Her choice of Wei Ziwen was largely influenced by the strength of his Wei Clan.

"Hey, dog servant, that pretty boy has called for people," Lin Yuanyuan poked Li Xiaoyao and whispered.

Li Xiaoyao slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping across each person’s face, and asked calmly, "Just now, who wanted me to kneel and kowtow?"

"Li… Master Li!"

Wei’s father and the others shuddered, looking at Li Xiaoyao with fear etched on their faces.

It never occurred to them that the person Wei Ziwen had offended was the Spell Master, Li Xiaoyao!

Li Xiaoyao looked at them and asked, "You want me to kneel?"

Wei’s father and the others shook their heads repeatedly. The middle-aged man who had just shouted for Li Xiaoyao to kneel now didn’t dare to breathe too loudly.

"No, no, Master Li, this is all a misunderstanding," Wei’s father quickly explained, forcing a smile uglier than a cry, "My son said he saw Master Li here and called us over to pay our respects to you."

"Oh? Is that so?" Li Xiaoyao turned to look at Wei Ziwen, who was utterly confused.

Wei Ziwen had no idea what was happening, but seeing his father and uncles’ reactions, he realized that Li Xiaoyao was not the common man he had imagined, but a personage of great importance.

Master Li?

His father called him Master Li?

Suddenly, Wei Ziwen recalled what a friend had mentioned – a Cultivator named Master Li who shaped a gesture to summon Heavenly Thunder and killed Wu Hao, a third-level Martial Artist of the Condensation Realm!

At this thought, Wei Ziwen couldn’t help but shudder and said, "Yes, yes, that’s right, Master Li, I saw you here and went to call my father and uncles to visit you."

"Oh, I see. You all may leave now," Li Xiaoyao said indifferently. The group, as if granted amnesty, turned to leave, but Li Xiaoyao immediately added, "The one just now who was clamoring for me to kneel and kowtow, kneel and kowtow a hundred times before you go."

One of the middle-aged men trembled all over, forcing a smile and said, "Master Li, I wasn’t talking about you..."

"Kneel down! Or, die!" Li Xiaoyao’s voice suddenly filled with a murderous intent.

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