Chapter 13

"Are you people from the Huang family?"

Su Yi's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but his expression was not one of panic.

The old man in black robes said expressionlessly, "Since Young Master Su has already figured it out, it's best to come with us willingly. It will be better for everyone."

Su Yi asked, "Where are we going?"

The old man in black robes replied stiffly, "To the Immortal Gathering Pavilion."

Su Yi was taken aback. Was Huang Qianjun planning to get back up from where he fell?

"Let's go."

He turned around and walked straight toward the Immortal Gathering Pavilion.

The old man in black robes and his companions were taken aback; they hadn't expected Su Yi to be so cooperative and decisive.

"Keep a close eye on him on the way. Absolutely don't let this kid escape!"

The old man in black robes gave a secret order and then led the others to follow.

The thing he was worried about didn't happen. Su Yi's demeanor was relaxed and leisurely throughout the journey, showing no intention of escaping.

When they arrived at the Immortal Gathering Pavilion and watched Su Yi enter, the old man in black robes and his companions let out a sigh of relief, but they were also quite surprised.

This son-in-law of the Wen family had quite a bit of courage!

It was noon, the time when the Immortal Gathering Pavilion should have been busiest, but when Su Yi entered, he found it deserted and empty.

Only behind the counter stood a familiar figure—

The owner of the Immortal Gathering Pavilion, Yue天河!

"Young Master Su, the head of the Huang family has set up a banquet in the same private room as yesterday, just waiting for you."

Seeing Su Yi appear, Yue天河 smiled and spoke, with a hint of schadenfreude, as if he had already anticipated what was about to happen.

"Aren't you afraid the Immortal Gathering Pavilion will be smashed up?"

Su Yi said casually.

Yue天河's expression froze for a moment, then he laughed heartily, "Young Master Su, rest assured, the sign of the Immortal Gathering Pavilion is very sturdy. Ordinary people can't damage it."

Pausing, he said with a tone of pity, "It's you, Young Master Su, who will likely face a grim situation today."

Su Yi also smiled and said, "Old Boss Yue, you can watch the show, but if the Immortal Gathering Pavilion suffers any damage today, I won't compensate for it."

With that, he walked straight up the stairs to the second floor of the tavern.

Yue天河 frowned. Why did this kid look so confident and unafraid?

Could he have some hidden cards?

But today, the one dealing with him was Huang Yunchong!

The head of the Huang family, one of the most powerful figures in Guangling City!

"I want to see if you, a son-in-law of the Wen family, can walk out of my Immortal Gathering Pavilion intact!"

Yue天河 thought to himself.

On the second floor, in the private room.

The door was open, and when Su Yi arrived, there were already three people inside.

One was Huang Qianjun in a dark robe, sitting next to a middle-aged man in a dragon robe.

This man was tall and imposing, with a face as hard as rock. He sat casually, yet his presence was like a dragon coiled and a tiger crouching, exuding a formidable aura.

On the other side sat a man in a green robe, about forty years old, with a sallow complexion. He was playing with a silver dagger in his hand.

The sharp and bright dagger rolled and leaped between his fingers, dazzling to the eye.

When Su Yi appeared, the man in the green robe squinted and looked at him for a moment, then sneered, a mix of mockery and disappointment.

"Su Yi, you finally came!"

Hate surged in Huang Qianjun's eyes as he spoke coldly.

"I said yesterday that I would give you a chance to retaliate. Since you've decided to do this, how could I not come?"

Su Yi said, walking into the private room with ease.

He sat down casually in a chair, his gaze sweeping over the middle-aged man in the dragon robe and the man in the green robe, but he didn't speak.

Perhaps because Su Yi was so calm and composed, the middle-aged man in the dragon robe was clearly surprised.

Then, he sighed, "The former outer gate sword leader of the Qinghe Sword Mansion indeed has remarkable courage. Now I can confirm that the old fox Yue天河 was right; everyone in Guangling City has underestimated you this past year."

His voice was deep, yet carried the authority of a superior.

Su Yi tapped the empty table and said casually, "It's already noon. If you want to chat, you can serve a banquet first, and we can talk while eating."

Huang Qianjun's face turned red with anger. Was this bastard really here to eat?

The man in the green robe continued to play with the silver dagger, seemingly indifferent to everything.

The middle-aged man in the dragon robe laughed and said, "Once the matter is resolved, if you still have an appetite, I promise you will eat your fill."

Pausing, he introduced himself, "I am Huang Yunchong. I heard that you taught my incompetent son a lesson here yesterday. Regardless of who was right or wrong, when a son is bullied, a father must stand up, don't you think?"

Su Yi nodded casually, "Beating the young and then the old, that's normal."

Huang Yunchong leaned forward, his eyes suddenly sharp, staring at Su Yi.

"Since you're a smart person, I'll be straightforward. If this matter isn't resolved, my son will become a laughingstock in Guangling City. After all, a man being scared to the point of wetting his pants is not a good story to spread."

Huang Qianjun's face showed shame and resentment, his gaze toward Su Yi even more venomous.

"How do you want to resolve this?"

Su Yi asked calmly.

Huang Yunchong's aura was overwhelming, clearly a powerful figure in the Qi Gathering Realm. His every move could intimidate others.

But this aura had no effect on Su Yi at all; he even felt like laughing.

Intimidating with power?

That depends on who you're facing!

Su Yi's calm reaction surprised Huang Yunchong again.

He thought for a moment and smiled, "Apologize."

"Apologize?"

"Yes, kneel down here and kowtow step by step until you reach outside the Immortal Gathering Pavilion."

Huang Yunchong pointed casually at the ground outside the private room, his voice gentle and smiling, "The kowtows must be loud enough for everyone in the three floors of the Immortal Gathering Pavilion to hear."

Huang Qianjun couldn't help but smile broadly, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

The man in the green robe, who had been silent, couldn't help but sigh, "Clan Head, you are truly merciful."

Huang Yunchong's smile grew wider, "You don't understand. Conflicts between young people don't need to be handled too harshly."

Is this not harsh enough?

Huang Qianjun couldn't help but draw a sharp breath, surprised by his father's casual words.

Huang Yunchong's gaze remained fixed on Su Yi as he continued,

"Once you kowtow to the outside of the Immortal Gathering Pavilion, kneel there and slap yourself. Remember, the slaps must be loud enough to be heard clearly from three zhang away."

Pausing, he tapped the table and said with a relaxed smile, "When the onlookers disperse, the matter will be considered resolved."

Huang Qianjun's excitement surged, looking forward to what was about to happen.

"In my opinion, this punishment is still too light. But since the Clan Head doesn't want to make a big fuss, let it be. It's a favor to this kid."

The man in the green robe played with the dagger, his narrow eyes like blades, "Will you do it yourself, or should I help you?"

His voice was hoarse and cold, like a venomous snake's hiss, making one shiver.

Huang Yunchong and Huang Qianjun's eyes also turned to Su Yi.

The atmosphere in the private room became oppressive in an instant.

But Su Yi's expression remained calm, and he said indifferently, "I thought you dared to kill, but it turns out... you only have these tricks."

Huang Qianjun was stunned, almost not believing his ears.

Huang Yunchong's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

The man in the green robe's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly stood up, emitting a terrifying aura, as if ready to act.

At that moment—

A heavy and urgent footsteps sounded, followed by a rough voice,

"Huang brother, give me some face and let Su Yi go."

The voice was still echoing when a robust, imposing man with a beard appeared at the door of the private room, his eyes bright like lightning.

"Nie Beihu?"

Huang Yunchong's eyebrows furrowed deeply, and he coldly snorted, "I don't understand why you, the commander of the city lord's guards, would stand up for a son-in-law."

"Ah, it's him, Nie Teng's father..."

Su Yi realized, recalling what Nie Teng had said when he left the Immortal Gathering Pavilion yesterday. He would repay this favor!

Clearly, Nie Teng had gone home and asked his father for help after yesterday.

This was likely the reason Nie Beihu was here.

Indeed, Nie Beihu walked into the private room and said solemnly, "My son was bullied by your son here yesterday, and Su Yi helped him. I, Nie Beihu, must repay this favor."

Huang Yunchong glanced at Huang Qianjun.

Huang Qianjun hurriedly said, "Father, I only scared Nie Teng a little yesterday. I didn't touch him, let alone humiliate him."

"Nie brother, you heard it. This matter has nothing to do with your son."

Huang Yunchong's expression turned cold, "On the contrary, my son was the one bullied. If this matter is just let go, how can my son hold his head high in Guangling City?"

Nie Beihu's face darkened, about to say something.

Huang Yunchong interrupted him directly, "Nie brother, don't say anything more. Today, even if it were Wen Changjing, the head of the Wen family, he couldn't protect Su Yi!"

His voice was firm and resolute.

Nie Beihu's face turned grim. Coming in person and being rejected like this was a blow to his dignity.

Seeing this, Su Yi couldn't help but shake his head. He didn't expect to rely on others to resolve this matter.

However, since Nie Beihu had come to help him, he couldn't just stand by and watch.

Before Su Yi could react, another urgent set of footsteps sounded from the stairs.

Huang Yunchong's eyebrows furrowed, and his face showed displeasure.

The Immortal Gathering Pavilion was Yue天河's territory, and he had thought that with Yue天河 here, no one would disturb them. But now, things kept going wrong, which made Huang Yunchong angry.

The others in the private room were also puzzled. Who was coming this time?

Soon, a figure appeared outside the private room.

It was a middle-aged man in a wide-sleeved scholar's robe, with a willow-like beard, an outstanding demeanor, but a hint of anxiety on his face and sweat on his forehead, clearly having rushed here.

When he arrived and saw Su Yi sitting there unharmed, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Under the shocked gazes of everyone, the scholar's robe man hurriedly approached and bowed respectfully to Su Yi,

"Young Master Su, they didn't hurt you, did they?"