Chapter 158: Mutual Face-Slapping

A post in golden text suddenly appeared in the forum, which usually only had black text.

The author of the golden post was called Sang Ning.

Who was Sang Ning?

Wasn’t she the one who created the Spirit Net, that Ancestor-level Merfolk from the Tianyan Immortal Sect?

From her words, she had gone out traveling in cultivation disguised as a Loose Cultivator alongside another person of Ancestor generation.

The image showed a man leading others who wanted to harm them on the Qin Clan Flying Boat.

Who was this guy? So bold?

Replies quickly appeared below the post:

[I know him. This is Qin Yao, a collateral branch member of the Qin Clan on the Flying Boat. His Golden Core was nearing the end of its 500-year lifespan, so he frantically popped pills and barely reached the Nascent Soul Realm. He usually strutted around relying on his Qin Clan status, wantonly bullying Loose Cultivators, especially female cultivators!]

[I know! Just two days ago, Qin Yao brutally killed someone else’s Spiritual Beast. When the owner came to confront him, he beat the owner too. The beast’s owner is still lying in the Pill Cultivator’s place, probably won’t recover.]

[I know! The guy next to Qin Yao is Shang Peng, the most useless direct descendant of the Shang Family. He follows Qin Yao around causing trouble every day. Birds of a feather.]

[Whoa, you guys really dare to speak up. These are Qin Clan and Shang Family people. Aren’t you afraid they’ll come after you?]

[Wait, aren’t you all missing the point? Senior Sang is in danger right now!]

Someone sent a message to a disciple they knew at the Tianyan Immortal Sect.

“Have Ancestor Sang and Ancestor Feng gone out traveling in cultivation?”

Tianyan Immortal Sect disciple: “Yeah.”

“Have you seen the forum? They’re in trouble.”

Tianyan Immortal Sect disciple: “We saw it. Oh, no worries, relax. Our Elder has already gone to the Qin Clan.”

“But what about your two Ancestors?”

Tianyan Immortal Sect disciple: “You think those guys can beat our Ancestors? Come on, those are our Ancestors, both personally taught by the Old Ancestor.”

They had directly formed Golden Core in three years and Nascent Soul in five. Oh wait, no—when the two Ancestors first joined, they were only at Qi Refining Stage and Foundation Establishment Early Stage.

But it had only been two years since they joined, and both were already at Nascent Soul Realm.

Their Ancestors had even fought the Demon Race. Were they afraid of a few minor Nascent Souls?

Hmph! Their Ancestors’ Nascent Souls were way stronger than those ones!

To hurt their Ancestors? In your next life.

The most important thing now was to pay a visit to the Qin Clan behind Qin Yao.

Lingyun State had two towers guarded by the Old Ancestor and was one of the True Cultivation Alliance’s five major states.

Unlike ordinary states dominated by clans or imperial families, Lingyun State was led by sects. They gave the Qin Clan Flying Boat rights to allow families to survive.

Now, the Qin Clan relied on the Flying Boat and dared to strut around no matter who came.

If the Qin Clan didn’t want the Flying Boat rights, plenty of other families did.

After Sang Ning posted on the forum, she glanced at these people.

“Waste, a whole group can’t even beat my Senior Sister.” Sang Ning stood there mocking them.

Qin Yao’s group had over a dozen male cultivators of all paths, and their coordination was decent.

But the Sword Cultivator in front blocked them with a single sword, no matter how hard they tried.

They could only watch as Sang Ning mocked them from ahead.

Damn it! This Sword Cultivator seemed to have endless Spirit Energy.

“Pah! Can’t beat you Sword Cultivator, but can’t I beat these three?” After being kicked back by Feng Xian Yue again, Qin Yao spat and eyed the three people behind.

Two female Talisman Cultivators and one male Artifact Cultivator.

Qin Yao immediately waved his hand, ordering his people to surround those three cultivators.

“You two, get off my Qin Clan Flying Boat!” Qin Yao moved his hand lightly, and the Flying Boat’s power surged to fling them away.

The three cultivators were under siege, and a killing move was about to strike the female Talisman Cultivator who had helped first.

“All of you, stay right there and don’t move.”

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

Everyone froze as if petrified, unable to move.

The killing move in front of the Talisman Cultivator dissipated right before her eyes.

Sang Ning looked toward the three who had helped.

“Thanks. You three, step back and rest first. Leave these guys to me.” As Sang Ning spoke, a gentle force pushed the three into the cabin.

Only Qin Yao’s group and Sang Ning’s duo remained at the bow.

Qin Yao couldn’t move and was utterly baffled. What was going on? Why hadn’t these two been thrown off the Flying Boat?

And why couldn’t they move?

“Feels weird, right?” Sang Ning smiled as she took out a token and dangled it in front of Qin Yao, then patted his face with it. “Take a look. What is this?”

The token bore strange patterns and a large “Qin” character.

As a Qin clansman, Qin Yao recognized it at a glance.

This was the Qin Clan Flying Boat Permanent Free Boarding Token, issued by the direct Qin Clan branch with the highest authority.

On the Qin Clan Flying Boat, Qin clansmen could activate barriers at will and drive people off.

He had that right, but the holder of a direct branch token had even greater authority.

Shock filled Qin Yao’s eyes. Who was this person in front of him? A Qin Clan direct descendant?

Didn’t the Qin Clan direct branch have only one woman, Qin Youyou?

He couldn’t possibly mistake Qin Youyou, and she couldn’t have reached Nascent Soul Realm!

To bestow such a token meant her status was even more noble than he imagined.

Who exactly was she?

Sang Ning glanced at the dozen or so people. Their realms were lower than hers, so she didn’t even need the Jade Void Illusion Technique. Her Merfolk voice alone controlled them.

“Want to strip me and my Senior Sister, huh?” Sang Ning still remembered what this dog of a thief Qin Yao had said about stripping clothes.

“Here’s the deal. Pair up two by two, strip first, then slap each other across the face ten thousand times.”

After Sang Ning spoke, the dozen or so people began pairing up uncontrollably.

As clothes came off, Feng Xian Yue gently covered Sang Ning’s eyes. “Let’s go. Inside to rest.”

“Okay, Senior Sister.” Sang Ning wrapped around Feng Xian Yue. “I can’t see now. Carry me.”

Feng Xian Yue unhesitatingly scooped up Sang Ning and carried her into the cabin.

Inside the cabin, the crowd parted to make a path for them.

Spotting the three who had come to help earlier, Sang Ning patted Feng Xian Yue’s arm. Feng Xian Yue stopped.

Sang Ning hopped down and looked at the three. Among them were two female Talisman Cultivators and the male cultivator who had first asked to team up with them but had been politely refused.

That male cultivator had been quite polite.

With so many people in the cabin, only these three had come to help.

But that was normal.

After all, no one wanted to invite trouble.

Meanwhile, Qin Yao’s group of over a dozen had stripped and begun slapping each other’s faces.

The crisp slapping sounds rang out nonstop.

With so many people in the cabin watching, they weren’t just in pain—they were humiliated.

“May I invite you three for a cup of tea?” Amid the crisp slapping sounds, Sang Ning spoke up to invite the three.