Murder in the street! What could anyone do?

He'd killed someone right on the Nie family's doorstep! What could they possibly do?

Too audacious! Utterly arrogant!

This was the Nie family he was provoking, the dominant power of Jin City! The foremost family in all of Sichuan and Shu!

When Qin Heng spoke, a dead silence fell over the crowd; you could have heard a pin drop.

Nie Luping stared at Qin Heng, his expression a mixture of shock and uncertainty. He took a deep breath and said, "Who are you? Your Excellency is a Grandmaster; why would one of your esteemed standing come to my Nie family's doorstep to commit murder?"

A Grandmaster!? This young man, who looks to be only seventeen or eighteen, is actually a Martial Arts Grandmaster!? Impossible! How could that be!?

Even those who had been ready to mock Qin Heng fell silent, watching him in disbelief.

"A Grandmaster! That kid is a Grandmaster!? How can such a young Grandmaster exist?!"

"Wen Dao was a Half-step Grandmaster, yet he killed him with a single palm strike. With such power, he truly might be a Martial Arts Grandmaster!"

"My heavens! This young man looks to be only seventeen or eighteen, yet he's actually a Grandmaster!"

A buzz of discussion rippled through the crowd.

Nie Xiaoxian also stared in disbelief, murmuring, "A Grandmaster... he's actually a Grandmaster? I just casually met someone on the high-speed train, and he turns out to be a Martial Arts Grandmaster?!"

Suddenly, the world felt small, and Grandmasters seemed surprisingly common. Weren't they supposed to be exceedingly rare in the secular world?

Nie Xiaochen was also stunned. Looking at Qin Heng, who stood with his hands clasped behind his back, he felt as if the young man was a towering Heavenly God. He murmured, "A Grandmaster... he's actually a Grandmaster! Just how old is he?!"

Qin Heng ignored their discussions. He looked at Nie Luping and said coolly, "Since you recognize me as a Grandmaster, you should have heard the saying: 'A Grandmaster is not to be insulted.'"

A Grandmaster is not to be insulted!

In the Martial Dao, among Martial Artists, this was an iron law! If someone of lower cultivation dared to slight or even insult a Grandmaster, the Grandmaster had every right to kill them!

Those members of the Wen family just now had been utterly courting death!

"Indeed, 'A Grandmaster is not to be insulted,'" Nie Luping acknowledged, looking at Qin Heng. "However, when a Grandmaster kills, they must also bear the consequences. If you kill, then don't blame others for seeking to kill you!"

"You want to kill me?" Qin Heng glanced at him and shook his head slightly. "You lack the strength. You're a Nie. For now, I won't kill you, but don't push your luck."

Nie Xiaoxian and Nie Xiaochen had brought him here, allowing him to connect with the local Martial Dao circle of Sichuan and Shu, and he considered that a favor.

"No, why would I kill you? The ones who died were Wens, not Nies," Nie Luping said, shaking his head coolly. "Wen Dao was a Secular Disciple of the Golden Buddha Temple. For this gathering, the Golden Buddha Temple will also be sending representatives. If you have the courage, young Grandmaster, then join us inside for the banquet and await the arrival of the Grandmaster from the Golden Buddha Temple!"

All eyes turned to Qin Heng.

Many snickered inwardly. So what if he's a Grandmaster? Before the Golden Buddha Temple, even a Grandmaster is as worthless as a clay chicken or a pottery dog—utterly insignificant! What a shame! Such a young Grandmaster, about to die at the hands of the Golden Buddha Temple. Well, he asked for it!

The Golden Buddha Temple! The great Martial Dao sect from Mount QianFo in Sichuan and Shu, a reclusive sect with a thousand-year heritage! It's said they have several Grandmasters!

So, Wen Dao was a Secular Disciple of the Golden Buddha Temple! No wonder he progressed so rapidly, reaching the Half-step Grandmaster Realm at such a young age!

Now, the crowd looked at Qin Heng with pity.

The Golden Buddha Temple was simply too powerful. Even if all the families in Sichuan and Shu combined their strength, they couldn't compare.

Once an expert from the Golden Buddha Temple arrives, Qin Heng will undoubtedly die, with no chance of survival!

This was the consensus among everyone present. No one believed Qin Heng could withstand the Golden Buddha Temple's wrath. After all, over the past thousand years, few who defied the Golden Buddha Temple had lived to tell the tale.

In Sichuan and Shu, the monks of the Golden Buddha Temple, especially the Martial Monks, were the highest-ranking, wealthiest, and most powerful elite. They stood exalted above all, like true Buddhas, enjoying the worship and reverence of common people and even great families alike. Anyone who offended the Golden Buddha Temple was doomed to die! Even a Martial Arts Grandmaster was no exception!

"Someone from the Golden Buddha Temple is coming too?" Qin Heng's eyes narrowed slightly. A faint smile touched his lips as he said, "I came to Sichuan and Shu this time precisely to annihilate the Golden Buddha Temple. If they're coming here themselves, it saves me the trouble of seeking them out."

Annihilate the Golden Buddha Temple? Who is this man? Is he insane?

Everyone stared at Qin Heng as if he were a lunatic.

In Sichuan and Shu, the Golden Buddha Temple was the supreme power! A mere Martial Arts Grandmaster dared to speak of destroying the Golden Buddha Temple? He truly didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth!

"Hahaha! Excellent, excellent!" Nie Luping scoffed, a cold laugh escaping him. "Truly a young hero! In that case, please, step inside!"

The onlookers watched with cold detachment, silently parting to make way.

Qin Heng walked in, his expression calm, not a hint of worry on his face. He was actually entering the Nie family's estate, intending to wait there for the arrival of the expert from the Golden Buddha Temple!

Arrogant! He's courting death! Truly courting death! Does he think being a Martial Arts Grandmaster means he can do whatever he pleases? Utterly ridiculous! The expert from the Golden Buddha Temple will surely be a Grandmaster too, and one possessing many ancient, powerful martial arts. They'll undoubtedly kill him with ease!

Many were eager to watch the farce unfold. After all, it was common knowledge that even among Grandmasters, one from a reclusive sect was far stronger than a secular one! At the same Realm and cultivation level, their strengths were worlds apart—there was simply no comparison!

Qin Heng, however, walked in as if no one else mattered, found a seat, and actually began to eat some fruit, seemingly unconcerned by the impending arrival of the Golden Buddha Temple's expert.

Nie Xiaoxian watched Qin Heng and, after a moment's hesitation, approached him. She whispered, "You have no idea how powerful the experts from the Golden Buddha Temple are! You'll be killed! I've arranged a back exit for you; you should leave quickly."

Ultimately, she was a kind-hearted girl and couldn't bear to see Qin Heng die at the hands of an expert from the Golden Buddha Temple.

Qin Heng glanced at her and smiled faintly. "For that sentiment alone, I can ensure the Nie family a hundred years of peace."

Nie Xiaoxian grew extremely anxious. She glared at him and said, "How can you still be boasting at a time like this! Hurry and leave! Otherwise, when the Golden Buddha Temple's expert arrives, you won't even have a chance to escape!"

"It's of no concern," Qin Heng replied, shaking his head with a smile. "However many people the Golden Buddha Temple sends, I will kill that many. They are insignificant."

"You!" Nie Xiaoxian was speechless. She took a deep breath and said, "Honestly! Don't think that just because you're a young Martial Arts Grandmaster, you're invincible. There are too many powerful experts in this world! Flee, quickly!"

"Indeed, there are quite a few powerful experts in this world," Qin Heng said, shaking his head with a light chuckle, "but the Golden Buddha Temple isn't among them. They're just a bunch of ants, utterly insignificant."

"What an arrogant tone!"

Just then, a deep, resonant voice suddenly boomed out, incredibly loud, like the tolling of a great bell echoing through the hall.

A burly Monk in a yellow robe entered, followed by three young Monks in green robes, who appeared to be his Disciples.

The yellow-robed Monk moved with an imposing gait and an overwhelming aura. He ignored everyone else present, walking directly up to Qin Heng and looking down on him condescendingly.

"Boy," he said, his voice dripping with disdain, "repeat what you just said!"

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