Chapter 135: The First Transaction

At this moment, Qin Chuan lay comfortably in the bathtub, savoring the warmth of the water. Although he no longer possessed a physical body, the sensation was still quite pleasant.

“Hm, those guys should be arriving soon,” he mused.

After tidying himself up and putting on his clothes, Qin Chuan stepped out of the room, refreshed and full of vigor.

Meanwhile, Liu Suifeng stormed into the Black Forest Inn with his men, their expressions fierce and menacing.

Grabbing the innkeeper’s collar, Liu Suifeng demanded with a ferocious glare, “Speak quickly! Where is the one who killed our outer disciples?”

The innkeeper trembled with fear and hurriedly pointed ahead, “That way, the first room on the left.”

The inn’s owner had long heard of the incident but dared not evict Qin Chuan and his companions. After all, they had even killed people from Black Wind Cliff. Reluctantly, he instructed the innkeeper to tread carefully in serving them.

“Get out of the way!” Liu Suifeng flung the innkeeper aside without a second thought.

The innkeeper was sent tumbling, disoriented and in pain. Fortunately, his cultivation level was high enough to survive the fall, or else he might have lost half his life.

Groaning as he rose, clutching his aching lower back, he muttered, “Oh, my poor luck. Who exactly did I offend?”

Liu Suifeng and his group stormed into the courtyard, only to find a young man clad in black standing calmly in the center.

Qin Chuan stood with his hands behind his back, composed and serene. Though he emitted no aura, his cold gaze sent a chill through Liu Suifeng and his men.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Liu Suifeng growled, “Was it you who killed our people?”

Qin Chuan replied calmly, “Yes. He blocked my way.”

Though spoken plainly, the words carried a commanding authority that stirred both anger and astonishment among Liu Suifeng’s men.

“Killing someone just for blocking your path? And on Black Wind Cliff’s turf, no less—killing one of our own!”

Liu Suifeng clenched his teeth fiercely and shouted, “You dare be so bold? Today, I’ll make sure you die without a grave!”

With a sharp clang, he drew his sword—a purple spirit weapon that gleamed with deadly sharpness.

The outer disciples of Black Wind Cliff all cast envious glances at the blade.

“Ah, it’s been a long time since Brother Liu showed off his Feiyu Sword.”

“This sword is razor-sharp, able to cut through gold and jade.”

“Among purple spirit weapons, it ranks near the top in sharpness.”

“Indeed.”

The outer disciples voiced their admiration openly, their envy palpable.

Liu Suifeng curled his lips in smug satisfaction amid their praise. Purple spirit weapons were considered high-end gear for outer disciples, who typically wielded green spirit weapons.

Qin Chuan smiled faintly and revealed his Dragon-Patterned Cold Jade Sword.

However, the dragon pattern had faded, leaving only a blackened blade.

After manifesting his humanoid form, the dragon pattern now subtly coiled around Qin Chuan’s body, faintly resembling a dragon.

“You all come together. Save me the trouble,” Qin Chuan said casually.

“What?!” The words stirred a storm of outrage, provoking angry shouts from all the outer disciples.

“How reckless! You dare act arrogantly with that rusty black sword?”

“We have purple spirit weapons! Look at what you’re holding!”

Before they could finish their jeers, they suddenly fell silent, too frightened even to breathe.

The sword in Qin Chuan’s hand began to glow with a faint red light, radiating a chilling aura as if it were a bloodthirsty demon blade.

A sharp hum pierced the air—it was the Feiyu Sword, trembling and screaming.

“A red spirit weapon? A legendary existence!”

“Impossible! Even elders scarcely possess red spirit weapons.”

The once aggressive outer disciples began to hesitate, their resolve wavering.

Anyone wielding a red spirit weapon, no matter how young, was certainly no ordinary foe.

In other words, they could not afford to provoke him.

Even Liu Suifeng contemplated retreat, knowing victory was unlikely without the intervention of an elder.

His eyes flickered as he forced a smile and spoke smoothly, “Senior, your cultivation is profound. Surely, Junior Brother Wen offended you. His death is well deserved.”

“It seems this is a mere misunderstanding. I apologize for the disturbance.”

Seeing the situation was untenable, Liu Suifeng backed down completely, much to the astonishment of those secretly watching inside the inn.

Zi Zi, freshly bathed, could hardly believe her eyes.

“This is unbelievable—beyond my expectations. Since when did Black Wind Cliff become so timid?”

Black Wind Cliff was notorious for its tyranny; swallowing one’s pride was unheard of.

Liu Suifeng wiped a cold sweat from his brow and prepared to leave, though his gaze betrayed a hidden determination.

“Hmph, once I’m gone, I’ll summon my master.”

“He’s already grayed from chasing red spirit weapons. This is the perfect opportunity.”

Though Liu Suifeng’s plan seemed hopeful, reality was harsh.

“Did I let you leave?” Qin Chuan’s cool voice rang out again, making Liu Suifeng and his men break into cold sweat.

Grimacing, Liu Suifeng asked, “What are your orders, Senior?”

A faint, elegant smile curved Qin Chuan’s lips as he answered, “Either die or defeat me.”

A collective gasp escaped them—it was a declaration of utter extermination.

“Who exactly is this man in black?”

Everyone present began to speculate about Qin Chuan’s identity, convinced he was someone of great significance.

What they could never imagine was that Qin Chuan’s true form was merely that of a Dragon-Patterned Cold Jade Sword.

They could not fathom that a spirit weapon could evolve into a human shape.

Throughout countless ages, only the Lord of the Spirit Realm had ever achieved such a feat, yet time had long since buried that legend in oblivion.

Qin Chuan had no intention of backing down. He came to Black Wind Cliff’s territory to fight, and he would not let such a golden opportunity slip away.

At this moment, Liu Suifeng and his men found themselves trapped with no way out.

To be cornered on their own turf was almost inconceivable, yet it had happened.

“May I ask, Senior, your name and sect, and why you press us so?”

Liu Suifeng’s question made Qin Chuan want to smile. If he didn’t press now, they would come to press him later.

Better to strike decisively than to defend passively.

“Remember this: my name is Qin Chuan, without sect or master,” he said truthfully.

But those unfamiliar with him refused to believe it.

How could someone without a sect have such audacity?

Without another word, Qin Chuan dashed forward with breathtaking speed.

“What kind of movement technique is this? How can he be so fast?”

Liu Suifeng, trained in Black Wind Cliff’s techniques, could not escape Qin Chuan’s control. He hastily raised the Feiyu Sword to block, forgetting it was only a purple spirit weapon.

At that moment, the Feiyu Sword’s spirit core screamed in terror, “No, don’t!”

Qin Chuan’s blade struck down, severing the Feiyu Sword and cleaving Liu Suifeng in two.

As the saying goes, there is no pain without comparison. Though the outer disciples of Black Wind Cliff sounded formidable, their strength paled compared to the elites from the Nine-Star Region.

“Ding! Kill confirmed...”

“Ding! Killing effect triggered.”

In his killing state, Qin Chuan became even more terrifying. The courtyard shimmered with cold light as screams echoed.

Before long, all fell beneath Qin Chuan’s sword.

Thus, Qin Chuan completed his first deal on Black Wind Cliff’s turf.

This marked the beginning of unrest within Black Wind Cliff’s territory.