Chapter 105: The Emperor's Dominance

  Even onlookers who were watching from a distance were also stunned and speechless.

  This scene is too unbelievable.

  It is worth noting that the Qi Feng Building has always been proud of this signboard, because it was bestowed by Xuan Gui Fei, the most favored concubine of the Emperor of Baiyue Kingdom.

  The big boss behind the Phoenix Building is also a cousin of Xuan Gui Fei and can be considered a royal relative.

  To be precise, the big boss of Qifeng Building is actually the current emperor's uncle. Although he and Xuan Imperial Concubine are not biological siblings, in this world, family relationships are what matter most, and clan consciousness is extremely strong.

  So, if the big boss of Qifeng Building is slapped in the face, it's almost equivalent to Princess Xuan's face being slapped as well.

  Those who knew the inside story of Qifeng Building couldn't help but shake their heads: "This young man's skills are quite good, but he's indeed too impulsive. This time, even if he doesn't die, he'll never be able to mix in Baoyue Country again."

  The second master was stunned for a moment before reacting, and in extreme anger, he burst out laughing wildly: "Son, do you know what you've done?"

  "Don't you think the sign of Qingfeng Building is impressive? With this sign, can you arbitrarily beat and kill people? I, the young master, really want to see today how hard this sign is! Can it be used as a royal decree?"

  "What's the king's law?" The two masters sneered, "You'll find out soon enough how naive you are."

  After finishing speaking, his face sank and he shouted loudly: "All the idle people, if you don't want to lose your lives here, disperse immediately! Otherwise, when you arrive in the underworld, don't blame yourself for dying unjustly!"

  After finishing speaking, he puckered his lips and let out a sharp whistle.

  The next moment, on the second floor, third floor and fourth floor corridors of Qifeng Building, a group of fully armed crossbowmen suddenly rushed out, each holding a strong bow and aiming collectively.

  "Second master, furious: 'Shoot, shoot me! Shoot him dead!'"

  At a single command, the crossbowmen moved their arms in unison, four rows of arrows forming a three-dimensional attack circle. The locusts shot down like this.

  Plop, plop, plop!

  These bowmen have undergone rigorous training, and when they shoot arrows in rapid succession, the speed is so fast that it's hard to keep up.

  This dense hail of arrows, used to deal with a young man, was a bit of an overkill, but the second master had no other choice.

  Even if this young man were shot full of arrows like a porcupine, it would not make up for the loss of the Phoenix Building.

  The sign, the golden sign was destroyed! Even if the sign can be completely restored, what's the point? The face that Qingfeng Building lost is irretrievable.

  Under the gaze of everyone, the golden signboard of Qifeng Building was kicked and shattered.

  This humiliation will probably become a laughing stock for the people of Tokyo in the next few years, especially among their circle. It's likely to be a topic of conversation among colleagues as well.

  So now his only choice is to destroy the person who destroyed the Quefeng Building signboard, regardless of everything. Then consider how to respond to the stormy questioning of the master of the house.

  "Fire again! Fire!" The second master shouted hysterically.

  Although the bow and arrow moved quickly, Qin Wushuang seemed to be a wisp of smoke, and although the arrows continuously flew towards him, almost all of them missed their target by just a hair's breadth when they reached his side.

  "Hmph, a bow of this level is also brought out to humiliate me?" Qin Wushuang's heart was filled with disdain. Even if the "Flying Feather Squad" of my Qin family village had undergone several months of special training, their skills would have already reached this level.

  Wanting to surpass Qin Wusong is still a long way off.

  The two masters looked at Qin Wushuang's figure effortlessly navigating the hail of arrows, and could hardly believe their eyes. This young man... was he a monster?!

  He wants to know. These archers were retired imperial guards, although they had been retired for many years. Their skills may have regressed somewhat, but they were still elites. Forty-five archers fired collectively and couldn't even hurt a young boy?

  The second master patted his heart and asked himself, if he were to replace him at the seventh level of the True Martial Realm, in the face of such dense arrow attacks, he would probably not be able to do it so effortlessly.

  One careless move and you'll regret it on the spot.

  "It seems that this matter needs to be reported to the Eldest Master!" As soon as he thought of the Eldest Master's ruthless methods, the Second Master couldn't help but shiver. This time, the signboard of Qifeng Building was destroyed, and his responsibility was undoubtedly the most pressing. The punishment from the Eldest Master made him tremble with fear just thinking about it.

  "Lao Jiu, quickly go and ask for instructions from the master of the house, hurry!"

  The master of the house was at this time in a delicate courtyard, entertaining a powerful minister from the country of Baiyue.

  ……?

  "Mr. Fei, for our cooperation, let's drink this cup first!" said a middle-aged man with a sturdy build but a rather elegant appearance, raising his glass.

  "Haha, let's drink together! Let's drink together!" Another person wore a court official uniform, with an air of dignity and majesty.

  The two men raised their cups and drained them, both smiling.

  "Mr. Song, the official is no match for your wine, let's stop here. What you said, the official will think of a way, in short, Mr. Song's business will only get bigger and better."

  "Haha, this is all thanks to Mr. Fei's care."

  Just as the two were drinking happily, a hurried footsteps came from the corridor outside the door, followed by a knock on the door. This footstep, naturally, was recognized by the master of the house as his trusted confidant.

  She frowned slightly, this time, by rights, shouldn't be coming to disturb him.

  Nafei smiled and said: "If Mr. Song has something to say, let him come in. I'm not particular about this aspect."

  The master nodded: "I was rude just now."

  "Come in?"

  The door was pushed open and the person who came in was indeed a trusted aide. As soon as he spoke, he said: "Master, Ninth Master is outside asking to see you."

  "Lao Jiu? What's his business? Doesn't he know I'm entertaining a noble guest?"

  "My subordinate has already spoken with him, but he says it's extremely urgent and he must see you in person."

  The master of the house hesitated, usually in such situations, there would be a second master presiding over the Qifeng Building, and basically nothing could not be settled. Moreover, in this circle of the imperial capital, those who knew the inside story of the Qifeng Building would give some face to that Song person. Since the opening of the Qifeng Building, it had never happened that even the second master couldn't settle a matter.

  "Let him in!"

  He nodded slightly and quickly walked out. In a moment, Jiudangjia hurried in, seeing the noble guest here, he didn't even bother to salute, but with a sorrowful and indignant face said: "Dadangjia, something has happened at Qifeng Tower."

  "The second master is a bit unbearable, let me invite you to go over personally."

  "Can't even Lao Er hold on? What kind of person is Dianzi?" The master of the house was slightly surprised, but still calm.

  "Yes, yes, two young whippersnappers. One has already run away. The one left behind is quite something, he...he..." Jiudangjia hesitated, but didn't dare say more.

  "How dare you?" The patriarch's voice was not loud, but full of majesty, and his eyes glared at the ninth master, who almost trembled with fear.

  "He kicked our golden signboard into pieces!"

  "What?" The master of the house almost thought he had misheard, and the wine cup in his hand "cracked" and was crushed into powder, scattering debris all over the floor.

  "What sign is this, the one with the expensive princess's brushwork?" The master of the house still had some doubts.

  "It's that piece." Jiudangjia's head almost fell to his knees as he couldn't bear to face the look on Dangjia's face at this moment.

  "Bastard!" If there weren't any esteemed guests present, the master of the house would have probably overturned the table and started a fight already.

  "Young man, where did you come from? Are you a relative of the imperial family?" The master took a deep breath and warned himself to calm down, not to make a fool of himself in front of the noble guest.

  "No... it's not. It's from outside."

  "An outsider?" The patriarch muttered, "When did outsiders become so arrogant? Daring to be so reckless in the Imperial Capital? Is he some kind of royal prince?"

  Even if it's a prince, the patriarch would absolutely not swallow this tone. Although the royal family is also an imperial relative, they are all divided and sent out as imperial relatives. They may not be close to the emperor.

  "Not royalty." Jiudang's voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum, so low that one almost had to perk up their ears to hear it. "Look at their attire and demeanor, one is the son of a noble family, and the other seems to be a lower-ranking aristocrat."

  "A noble family? And a lower-ranking aristocratic son?" The head of the household was furious and laughed instead, "Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

  "Can't be wrong, unless they deliberately lower their status to wear those clothes, otherwise I absolutely won't mistake it."

  The master of the house stood up and burst into anger: "I'll go take a look, which family's son is it? Is he born with three heads and six arms?"

  "Lord Fei, I was rude to you today. Another day, I will come to your esteemed mansion to apologize and make amends!"

  Nafei Da Ren also stood up: "Mr. Song doesn't have to be too polite. Business is urgent, and the official can understand."

  "Alright, Lao Jiu, you see Lord Fei back to his manor. I'll take the men to Qifeng Tower!"

  Saying so, Lord Chao Fei nodded his hands and walked out.

  "Lord Fei, please." The Ninth Master said respectfully and cautiously.

  Old Master Na nodded and walked out. He was sent to the gate, got into a large sedan chair, and Jiudangjia was about to shout "lift the sedan" when Old Master Na suddenly spoke up: "Wait."

  "Is there anything else you'd like to instruct, Lord Fei?"

  "Jiudangjia, you just said that the two outsiders who caused trouble at Qifeng Building were young men from outside?"

  "Yes, it seems that's about the time when you graduated from Wudong Institute." Jiudangjia brought up the matter again, still seething with anger, his teeth clenched in hatred.

  Mr. Fei's face showed deep thought, muttering to himself: "It can't be that coincidental, right? Did he really come to the Imperial Capital?"

  "Mr. Fei, what's the proof of cleverness? Who comes to the imperial capital?"

  "Nine out of ten, the official won't bother you to send him off. Hurry to Qifeng Building and catch up with Mr. Song. Tell him to pay attention to one thing."

  What's wrong?

  "This time, the True Martial Sacred Land is holding the Martial Arts Trial in the Tianyi Mountains. Perhaps these foreign martial arts children are indeed the ones who passed the trial from the Tianyi Mountains! If that's the case, Mr. Song must be careful with his actions. If someone gets killed, it won't end well. Even if he needs to take action, he must thoroughly investigate whether the opponent is a trial martial arts child and what their results are..."

  Jiudangjia's expression suddenly solidified, as if he had realized something. He suddenly remembered the rumors circulating in the streets that the True Martial Sacred Land attached great importance to this trial. Even the big shot from Wusheng Mountain personally asked about it repeatedly.

  That young man's skills were so impressive, if he really was a martial arts disciple, his trial results wouldn't be bad at all. For someone like him, if something went wrong, the reaction from the True Martial Sacred Land would be imaginable.

  At this thought, the ninth young master's face turned pale as earth, and he hastily bid farewell and rushed away. In his heart, he secretly prayed that he could hurry up a bit, hoping that the great young master hadn't taken action yet!