“Young Master Qi Hao, your subordinate is under orders from his master to find a little girl. If I cannot find her, it will be difficult to escape the death penalty. I truly apologize for disturbing Young Master Qi Hao. Once your subordinate finds the person, I will immediately withdraw!”
The leading black-clad man clasped his hands again and said, “I hear Young Master Qi Hao’s talent is exceptional. This time, coming to the Imperial Capital to join the Heavenly God Academy, your subordinate offers his congratulations in advance!”
Clearly, the leading black-clad man’s flattery skills were quite good.
“Alright!”
Qi Hao nodded and said, “I’d like to see whether you are truly looking for someone, or intentionally causing trouble.”
Hearing these words, the leading black-clad man secretly sighed.
If Qi Hao were to chase them away, they would have to leave, even if they didn’t want to!
As soon as Qi Hao finished speaking, he stepped aside and said no more.
Just at this moment, a creaking sound of a door opening echoed.
The room on the right opened again.
From the room, an old man and a young woman emerged.
The old man had an indifferent expression, looking at everyone without speaking. The young woman, about 18 years old, had bright, sparkling eyes, wore a light blue long dress with a blue silk sash tied around her waist. Her figure was slender and well-proportioned.
Her face was unadorned by makeup, yet it was beautiful enough to take one’s breath away.
However, this girl had no spiritual energy fluctuations whatsoever, not even a trace. She seemed to be… an ordinary person.
“The person you’re looking for isn’t here either!”
The girl’s voice was as melodious as a silver bell.
But just then, the creaking sound echoed once more, and the middle room also opened.
Qin Ning stood with his hands clasped behind his back at the railing, looking down.
“You’re looking for a little girl, seven or eight years old, aren’t you?”
Qin Ning looked down and said casually.
“Young Master, that is correct!”
“Oh, she’s right here!”
As soon as Qin Ning finished speaking, he waved his hand, and Ling Xiaofei immediately walked out.
“Brother Qin Ning, you won’t sell me, will you?”
“Of course not. If I were to sell you, would I have made you so pretty?”
Just a moment ago, the little girl had washed her face clean, becoming incredibly delicate and pretty. Her small, rosy, tender face truly made it impossible for anyone to bully her.
“Young Master Qin Ning!”
The leading black-clad man spoke up, “This little girl is the daughter of my master’s personal steward. This time she ran away from home, and Steward-daren is extremely worried, so he sent me to look for her!”
“Please, Young Master Qin Ning, return this child to us!”
“Oh? So that’s how it is!”
Qin Ning looked at Ling Xiaofei.
“That’s not true!” Ling Xiaofei snorted, clutching a piece of pastry in her hand, and said in a low voice, “This man is lying, he doesn’t even know my name!”
“Oh?”
Qin Ning looked down and said, “If she’s truly the daughter of Steward-daren, then I presume you know her name, don’t you?”
As soon as these words were spoken, the leading black-clad man’s expression changed.
He had only been ordered to pursue a little girl; how would he know the child’s name?
“You don’t know?”
Qin Ning smiled and said, “You don’t know her name, yet you come looking for someone acting like bandits. It seems this little girl is not the daughter of your steward after all. In that case, I can’t help you!”
“Brother Qin Ning, you’re so smart!” Ling Xiaofei giggled.
“Big Brother, stop talking so much. Let’s just charge up and snatch her!”
One of the black-clad men couldn’t hold back and charged straight up to the second floor, ready to attack.
“Scram!”
At this moment, Qin Hai snorted and threw a deadly punch.
*Thud…*
The black-clad man, who was at the seventh Zimen (Purple Gate) stage, spat out a mouthful of blood, retreated in disarray, fell to the ground, a patch of scorched black appeared on his chest, his eyes rolled back, and he looked as if he was about to die.
The eighth Jingmen (Scare Gate) stage!
Seeing that the young man next to Qin Ning, only one or two years his senior, was already a master of the eighth gate of Jingmen, the leader in black's expression changed dramatically.
"Why are you still deliberately trying to snatch someone? Don't you even know the name of the steward's daughter you're supposedly looking for? Clearly, this isn't the person you want!"
"Brat, you have a death wish!"
How could the leader in black not realize that Qin Ning was clearly mocking them? At this moment, he went mad, striding forward aggressively.
"Eight Winds Palm!"
A palm strike was unleashed, and eight extremely powerful streams of energy continuously shot out, suddenly swirling around Qin Ning's body.
"The Ninth Gate, huh!"
Qin Ning secretly sneered, standing on the railing, and kicked out with one leg.
By now, having reached the ninth gate, his full body strength was already 400 horsepower, and with the activation of the Adamant Wind Spirit Body Art, his strength would double.
The power of this kick was easily at least 500 horsepower.
Even a martial artist of the ninth gate of Tianmen, using all their strength, could not compare.
Thump!
In an instant, the eight powerful streams of energy were dispersed by Qin Ning's kick. Not only that, but the charging leader in black was also struck by the residual force and sent flying back.
"The Ninth Gate of Tianmen!"
Seeing this, the old man following behind the young girl exclaimed in surprise.
Pfft!
The leader in black spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his mask falling off to reveal the resolute face of a middle-aged man.
"Qin Ning, I'll remember your name!"
The figure of the leader in black flashed past, intending to take the person and leave.
"You came, but why are you leaving?"
Qin Ning unleashed another palm strike, spiritual energy transforming into a sharp arrow, and with a *thwack*, it plunged straight into the leader in black's back.
Ugh, the protective energy around the leader in black's body was like tofu at this moment; he was cleanly struck down, falling to the ground unable to get up.
The others had long since been terrified, their faces ashen, and scattered in all directions.
Seeing this scene, the old man accompanying the young girl narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Spiritual energy projected outwards, coalescing into a weapon, breaking through the protective defense of a ninth-gate Tianmen master. This young man is truly extraordinary..."
"Elder Mo, it's rare to hear you praise someone else!" the young girl let out a faint laugh, yet possessed a beauty that could topple cities and kingdoms.
"Such an interesting young man, I truly want to get to know him a little!"
The young girl said, stepping forward.
Elder Mo originally wanted to stop her, but after thinking it over, he remained silent and quietly followed.
"Hello, my name is Yun Shuang'er!"
The young girl introduced herself, saying, "These two young masters seem very enthusiastic and upright; would you mind sitting down and chatting for a bit?"
"Qin Ning!"
Seeing the young girl in front of him extend her jade-like hand, Qin Ning also gently raised his hand to shake hers.
Immediately after, Qin Ning narrowed his eyes slightly.
Seemingly sensing Qin Ning's gaze, Yun Shuang'er smiled and said, "My body has no spiritual energy, so I cannot cultivate. Young Master Qin need not be surprised."
Seeing Qin Ning's gaze carried no other thoughts, Yun Shuang'er couldn't help but feel a greater liking for him.
When others saw her, their first attention was drawn to her beauty, but Qin Ning ignored her appearance and sensed the peculiarity within her body.
No spiritual energy, unable to cultivate?
A smile played on the corner of Qin Ning's mouth.
"Miss Yun, I see your complexion is a bit pale and your temples are slightly dark; you must have something troubling you. May I venture a guess?" Qin Ning suddenly spoke.