I Am the True Lord of Running Away

Chapter 187: Chapter 187: Young Master Qing

The frivolous man’s eyes went wide. He pointed at Qian Jianjun, speechless for a long moment.

Just as Qian Jianjun was starting to feel a sense of satisfaction, thinking his insult had hit a nerve, the frivolous man finally blurted out a sentence:

"My mother is the ’Courtesan,’ you know. You’ve got real guts saying something like that! But while you’ve got courage, your strength is still too weak. No matter how well you wield that staff, you’ll probably be turned into a dried-up husk in just a few breaths."

"..."

Qian Jianjun nearly lost his mind.

’What is with this guy?’

’Is there something wrong with his brain?’

’Huh?’

’Wait!’

’What did he just say?’

A piece of information suddenly flashed through Qian Jianjun’s mind.

’His mother is the ’Courtesan’?’

’The ’Courtesan’ of the Joyful Tower?’

Qian Jianjun swallowed hard.

You had to understand, there was no such thing as a "Madam" in the Joyful Tower.

The "Courtesan" was the supreme ruler of the Joyful Tower, a figure equivalent to the Sect Leader of the Profound Origin Sect.

At a minimum, they had a Golden Core Cultivation.

Besides, a mere ordinary Golden Core Cultivator couldn’t become the leader of a Demon Sect; they’d be a "Red Brand" at best.

’Did I just speak insolently to the son of such an existence?’

No, it was more than that.

’If this guy’s mother is the leader of the Joyful Tower, then isn’t the person in front of me... Young Master Qing, one of the Ten Great Evildoers?’

"You’re Young Master Qing!" Qian Jianjun pointed at the frivolous man, horrified.

Young Master Qing seemed quite pleased.

"Heh, so you do know who I am. How about it? Come with me to the Joyful Tower. I’ll treat you to the finest food and drink, and you can take your pick of the women."

"The domineering assertiveness of female Demon Cultivators, the gentle tenderness of women from the Righteous Dao, the uninhibited passion of the Barbarian Race women... just say the word, and you can experience it all. And hey, if you have other... proclivities, we can discuss those too."

"Let me think... hmm, the Demon Race and Insect Race are relatively easy. The Ghost Race is a bit trickier, but it’s not a huge problem; I have connections in the Netherworld Mansion. The other Demon Race, though... that might be difficult. Those things have no rationality to speak of, so they aren’t very easy to control..."

As Young Master Qing listed his offerings like a seasoned connoisseur, the members of the support squad watched Qian Jianjun, breaking out in a cold sweat. They were terrified he’d find one of the options to his liking and actually agree.

Dark lines etched across Qian Jianjun’s forehead. Being watched so worriedly by his own support squad, he felt he was about to lose all face.

Qian Jianjun hardened.

His fists hardened.

"You little bastards, what’s with that look?! Am I that kind of person?!"

If not for the circumstances, Qian Jianjun would have taken a Killing Rod to each of their backsides right then and there.

After rebuking all the members of the support squad, Qian Jianjun slowly calmed himself and retracted his Purple Gold True Yang Rod, holding it in his palm.

The staff was nearly ten feet long, its entire body circulating a scorching, masculine energy that seemed capable of melting gold and forging iron. Ever since he’d advanced to Foundation Establishment, this Magic Staff had been his constant companion.

"Enough with the useless talk. Let’s see what you’ve really got."

As his words fell, the very air seemed to grow heavy. An invisible pressure radiated from Qian Jianjun, and the faces of the onlookers changed.

Qian Jianjun was getting serious.

Across from him, Young Master Qing, the man who always wore a cynical smile, let his grin fade. His expression turned serious as he said:

"Are you sure you want to fight me? I’m not in a bad mood. I can let you off the hook."

"The staff is the king of a hundred weapons; there is no principle of fearing a battle before it is fought."

Young Master Qing’s words caused not a single ripple on Qian Jianjun’s expression. He stood there steadily, his deep eyes locked onto Young Master Qing as if they could see into his very soul.

"I cultivate the Staff Dao. What I pursue is to be dauntless and fearless, to only ever press forward."

He began to speak slowly, his voice steady and powerful.

"Today’s battle is only about principles and conviction. We are both Cultivators. If one doesn’t even have the courage to face danger and issue a challenge, what right does one have to speak of the path of cultivation?"

Never mind anyone else, but Jiang Xu, for one, was completely stunned by this speech.

Jiang Xu truly couldn’t imagine that the same guy who’d robbed him of his Foundation Establishment Pill could say something like this.

’Are those words real or fake?’

’Or is it that, for Qian Jianjun, robbing a weaker disciple isn’t shameful, but retreating from a fight against a strong opponent *is*?’

’That... that can’t be right, can it?’

Putting aside Jiang Xu’s spiraling confusion, Young Master Qing looked at Qian Jianjun, and the corner of his mouth curved into a smile.

"Good. Very well said. It’s been a while since I’ve stretched my muscles. Let me see if my strength has regressed."

With that, Young Master Qing’s figure vanished, and faint wisps of pink mist began to rise, spreading across the area bit by bit.

"Elder Ma, wait, wait! I’m still here! If you’re going to make a move, give me a heads-up!"

Gongsun Ping scrambled to run into the distance, and the Demon Cultivators beside him also scurried away in a panic.

Seeing this, the disciples of the support squad also took their chance to bolt. Not a single one was left.

No, one remained.

"Hey, hey, hey! This isn’t right! What about me?! What about me?! I’m still trapped here!!!"

Jiang Xu grew anxious, shouting and yelling from within the demonic smoke.

Everyone else had run off, but he was still stuck here with no one to help him!

’Is there any justice in this world?!’

If no one helped him soon, Jiang Xu was going to have to forcefully break free and run for it himself!

’But that would be way too conspicuous!’

’Not just Qian Jianjun, but probably even Young Master Qing would notice!’

Hearing Jiang Xu’s cries, Qian Jianjun curled his lip in disdain.

Although he couldn’t stand Jiang Xu, Qian Jianjun felt that letting him die so easily would be letting him off too lightly.

So, after his staff dispersed the demonic smoke around Jiang Xu, he swung it again and sent Jiang Xu flying away from the area.

Jiang Xu clutched his rear end, grimacing in pain.

’That damn Qian Jianjun! Does he have to hit so hard?’

You have to remember, Jiang Xu had the rear end of a Body Refining Late Stage cultivator, yet even he felt a piercing pain.

If it were an ordinary Qi Cultivation Middle Stage Cultivator, wouldn’t their ass have split wide open?

Jiang Xu could even smell a faint scent of cooked meat.

He quickly looked and discovered a charred, staff-shaped mark on his backside.

’Son of a bitch!’

’Not only did that guy use too much force, he even threw in a cheap shot!’

’He even used an Enchantment!’

Leaving aside Jiang Xu and his curses toward Qian Jianjun...

The scene of the Magical Combat between Qian Jianjun and Young Master Qing had now moved past the initial probing phase.

Although Qian Jianjun didn’t know the purpose of the pink mist released by Young Master Qing, he could guess with his butt that it was nothing good.

Therefore, from the moment the mist appeared, he began to retreat while trying to disperse it with the Purple Gold Supreme Yang Rod in his hands.

But it was no use.

Not only did the pink mist fail to dissipate, but there was still no trace of Young Master Qing, who had vanished the moment the Magical Combat began.

That figured.

If even Jiang Xu’s Spiritual Eye Technique couldn’t see Young Master Qing, there was no way someone at Qian Jianjun’s level could.