Who in the world does not know you?

Chapter 85 He is not Chi Yuan

Who is Tian Huang? He was one of the twelve Venerable Envoys of the Wan Jie Sect in the past. His status in the Wan Jie Sect was only below the Sect Master and the Four Venerables. When he went out, he would not bow or bend over to any sect leader or gang leader. After all, the Venerable Envoys of the Wan Jie Sect were just that tough.

For this reason, Leng Xiao was very worried that Tian Huang would take his anger out on Wen Zhao because of his injury, which would bring a catastrophic disaster to the Wen Family Escort Agency.

Leng Xiao is the young master of the Wan Jie Sect, and that's why he believes he understands the Wan Jie Sect's style of doing things very well.

Tian Huang was taken aback when he heard the cold warning, then grinned.

"Young Master, we are from the Myriad Tribulations Sect, not some low-life gang that's always ready to fight and bully the weak. If I were to cause trouble for a young girl over something like this, and the Medicine Master found out, he'd probably gossip about me behind my back..."

Leng Xiao breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, but just then, untimely shouts and curses came from downstairs again.

"Hey Leng, if you've got the guts, come downstairs! What, pretending you can't hear me? I'm waiting for you right here. If you dare come out, I'll break your legs! You people from the Myriad Tribulations Sect are all cowards! Cowards!"

"..."

He sneered and was speechless for a moment, his face full of embarrassment.

"Young Master, I can't tolerate this any longer. If others find out that I stood by and did nothing while you were being provoked and insulted, how can I face anyone in the Myriad Tribulations Sect?"

"Alright, you can go back now. I'm fine. Besides, you see, she could have easily come upstairs to my room, but she didn't go to such lengths to cause trouble. I suppose she was worried that I was still recovering from my serious injuries and that if we met, I would fight her while I was still injured, and it would be unfair for her to win. After I recover from my injuries in a while, I will leave Ningzhou Prefecture, and I will naturally have no further contact with her in the future."

"Then what was she shouting and yelling about downstairs?"

"She's sick."

Tian Huang wanted to say something more, but ultimately swallowed it back.

He stood up, cupped his hands in a fist salute to Leng Xiao, and then turned and walked outside.

At the entrance of Ruyi Inn, the waiter and the innkeeper, now with nothing to do, stood together, watching Wen Zhao shout and curse at the people upstairs, but were powerless to do anything about it.

Wen Zhao was not alone; Ning Qi and Qing Chuan were standing beside her.

Ning Qi was patrolling the street when he heard Wen Zhao's cry and rushed over.

Qingchuan had no choice but to come. Wen Zhao had come to his door early in the morning, asking him to come with him. Wen Zhao's reason was that he was too bored to come alone.

Several days have passed, and Ning Qi and Qing Chuan naturally know what happened between Wen Zhao and Leng Xiao.

Although they didn't know Leng Xiao's true character, they were very familiar with Wen Zhao's temperament and knew that being entangled with Wen Zhao would only bring them one word: headache...

"Fourth brother, that's enough. They didn't really do anything to you..."

Ning Qi tried to persuade Wen Zhao with a smile, but Wen Zhao remained unmoved.

Qingchuan glanced at Wen Zhao, smiled with pursed lips, his smile full of malice.

"Brother, you don't know, I heard that the young master of the Myriad Tribulations Sect is handsome with delicate features and fair skin. Maybe she's taken a liking to him, which is why she's been making excuses to cling to him..."

"Is that so?"

"Of course..."

Wen Zhao overheard their conversation and glared angrily at Qing Chuan, wishing she could devour him alive.

"You're talking nonsense! Who told you that?!"

"That's what my guards told me, and he heard it from your bodyguard. But don't worry, nobody thinks you'd be interested in that young master of the Myriad Tribulations Sect. After all, you're just a monkey with human-like intelligence, and it would be a sad thing if you were interested in him."

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"

"Big brother, protect me!"

Qingchuan quickly hid behind Ning Qi; similar scenes had happened countless times in the past ten years.

As Ning Qi stood awkwardly between the two, Tian Huang emerged from the Ruyi Inn.

"Young lady, let me give you a piece of advice: show mercy when you can. It's true that my young master started the fight, but you should also know that if he really fought you, it's uncertain whether you could defeat him. My young master is magnanimous and doesn't want to offend you, so please don't go too far..."

Wen Zhao scoffed at Tian Huang's remarks.

"Hey, who do you think you are? Want to fight?"

Tian Huang snorted coldly, then stomped his foot heavily on the ground, and a powerful aura burst forth from his body in an instant.

Seeing this, Ning Qi quickly stepped in front of Wen Zhao and apologized to Tian Huang with a smile.

"Please calm down, senior. Fourth sister is young and ignorant. Please don't take it to heart..."

Without saying a word, Tian Huang turned and left.

Wen Zhao was blocked by Ning Qi, and he was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

"What are you doing, bro? It's not like I can't beat him!"

"That senior is clearly no ordinary person. I guess he should be a Venerable Envoy from the Myriad Tribulations Sect, or even a Venerable One..."

Although Ning Qi was an official, he knew that Wan Jie Men had a deep foundation in the martial arts world, far surpassing the Wen Family Escort Agency. Wen Zhao was hot-tempered and easily angered, and was prone to getting into trouble. If he really angered Wan Jie Men, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Venerable One? Who? Could it be Sword Venerable Chi Yuan, the leader of the Four Venerables of the Myriad Tribulations Sect? That old guy is Sword Venerable Chi Yuan? He didn't even bring a sword!"

"He is not Chi Yuan."

Qingchuan interrupted coldly.

Seeing this, Ning Qi and Wen Zhao exchanged a glance, both of them tacitly realizing something, and then silently shut their mouths.

"The young master of the Myriad Tribulations Sect... How wonderful! If I could, I would truly wish to trade my status as the eldest young master of General Yun Que's mansion for his..."

Qingchuan's tone was full of melancholy as he strode forward down the long street and quickly blended into the street scene.

"Third Brother!"

Wen Zhao raised her hand and shouted loudly at Qing Chuan's back, her face showing obvious worry.

"Forget it, let him be. He can't get over it in his heart, and what others say won't help."

Ning Qi patted Wen Zhao on the shoulder, and the latter bit his lip and lowered his head, clenching his fists tightly.

"Brother, don't worry, I will definitely become a peerless martial artist in the future, able to protect all of you!"

"Alright, alright, I believe you, big brother. Our fourth brother is the best, he'll definitely be a peerless martial artist in the future."

"I want to be the best in the world!"

"That won't do. Li Zigui is the best in the world."

"Big brother, do you really have to do this...?"

"Speaking of which, weren't you here to cause trouble for that young master of the Myriad Tribulations Sect? With your personality, you should have gone upstairs to his room, dragged him out, and given him a good beating on the street. Why didn't you even bring a gun?"

"I...I knew he was injured, and I didn't want to win unfairly, so I was thinking of waiting until he recovered before..."

"You're afraid he'll die, aren't you?"

"Big brother, please let go..."

"If you imagine yelling at him downstairs, and he can't help but reply, you'll know how he's feeling, and that will put your mind at ease."

"Big brother!"

"Is the young master of the Myriad Tribulations Sect really as beautiful as a woman?"

Ning Qi stroked his bushy beard and asked with a mischievous smile. Wen Zhao rolled her eyes at him and turned to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to find my second brother; he should be setting up his fortune-telling stall right now."

"Yes, have the second brother calculate when that young master of the Myriad Tribulations Sect will recover."

"..."

"Or how about we have the second son calculate your marriage prospects?"

"Big brother!"

From the window of a guest room above the inn, a cold smile appeared as someone peeked out and watched the two figures disappear into the distance.

gone.

They've left...