Chapter 112: Who Do You Think You Are?

Jiang Yu turned back and asked with a smile, as though his words possessed some kind of magic. Everyone was so startled that they stood utterly still, frozen in place.

Among Qin Fenggu’s group, an old man stared at Jiang Yu in terror. He had found the young man increasingly familiar, as though he had seen him somewhere before. After a moment of silence amid countless doubts and suspicions, the old man suddenly cried out:

“He is that mysterious master from the other day!”

His voice was filled with horror, as though he had seen a ghost or a god.

He was far too familiar with that immense pressure. It had been etched into his very soul. He was a dignified Force-Transformation Grandmaster, yet a single offhand remark from that man had injured his five internal organs and left him unconscious for an entire day.

It was just like being bitten by a snake once and fearing a length of rope for ten years.

“It’s him. It really is him.”

The old man had completely lost the dignity of a Grandmaster. His legs gave way, and he slid heavily to the ground.

Qin Fenggu frowned and said displeasedly, “Qin Ao, what are you doing? Get up at once.”

No one understood why Qin Ao was so terrified. A Force-Transformation Grandmaster was already an existence close to invincible in the secular world. Wherever he went, he carried himself like the head of a martial sect.

Yet now, it was as though he had seen something horrifying beyond imagination. His courage had long since been shattered, and his face was ashen.

Wang Donglai’s pupils narrowed slightly as he said in a deep voice, “Master Qin, what exactly is going on? Where is that proud spirit of yours as a Grandmaster?”

In their eyes, a Grandmaster ought to possess the integrity to face death without yielding and the pride to look down upon all beneath heaven. Qin Ao’s behavior now was nothing less than a disgrace to the martial artists of the secular world.

Qin Ao trembled. “He is the one who injured me.”

At those words, everyone’s expression changed.

Not far away, Professor Song stood rigid as a statue. What he was witnessing was simply too unbelievable.

The techniques Jiang Yu had displayed were almost indistinguishable from the arts of immortals. He had risen into the sky, formed a green sword in his hand, and summoned it with a single cry, shaking heaven and earth and making ghosts and gods weep. Even a film would not dare depict such a scene. The horror in their hearts was so overwhelming that it seemed no words in the world could describe it.

The few girls who had mocked Jiang Yu several days earlier were so frightened that they sat on the ground, trembling from head to toe. Once, he had been an ordinary young man whose presence was barely noticed. Now, he had become a heavenly being capable of slaying a flood dragon with a single stroke.

If he merely moved a finger, would they not all die without even knowing how?

“Professor Song, what should we do? Will he come after us?”

One of the girls was on the verge of tears. What had happened that night would leave a shadow over them for the rest of their lives. In their eyes, that figure stood beside the frozen pool with his hands behind his back, his majesty vast enough to swallow ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers.

Under that tremendous pressure, many of them could not help imagining themselves kneeling in worship. His bearing was like the Buddha statues they had seen as children when visiting temples to offer incense—aloof from all living things, high above the world, like a celestial being descended to earth.

“It really is him!”

Chen Chuwan pressed her cherry-red lips together. At last, all the doubts in her heart had been resolved.

Chen Kun’s mouth fell open, his expression rigid. His throat was dry, and his scalp prickled. When he remembered how he had traveled alongside the taciturn Jiang Yu during this period, a deep aftershock seized him.

Tonight, Jiang Yu stood alone.

No one at the scene dared utter a word. Every gaze rested on Jiang Yu’s figure with reverence and fear.

“This man is at most eighteen or nineteen, isn’t he? Judging from the immortal techniques he displayed just now, we can conclude that his cultivation is at least above the Grandmaster realm.”

A Grandmaster of seventeen or eighteen years of age was something they had never even heard of, not even among the hidden clans of the secular world.

Even the exceptionally gifted Gu Changsheng had not entered the Grandmaster realm until he was forty-eight.

Qin Fenggu’s body swayed. Though he usually placed great importance on cultivating his character and preserving his composure, even he could no longer conceal the shock in his heart. His expression became extraordinarily complicated.

Jiang Yu turned toward Qin Fenggu and the others and said indifferently, “For the sword you struck at me earlier alone, I could wipe out the entire Qin clan.”

Although Qin Fenggu was frightened inside, he deliberately maintained a calm exterior. Waving his hand, he said, “It seems this old man has shown you insufficient respect. I admit that Your Excellency is formidable, but my Qin clan is not famous for nothing. Though you may be a Grandmaster, we have two half-step Grandmasters and four Grandmasters here.”

“If it truly comes to blows, we may not fear you.”

Jiang Yu smiled faintly. “Is that so?”

Qin Fenggu cupped his fists and said neither humbly nor arrogantly, “I am willing to apologize for my earlier offense. May I ask Your Excellency’s honored name? I never imagined that in the mere ten years since the Qin clan last entered the secular world, such an extraordinary young hero would appear.”

Jiang Yu replied calmly, “You are not qualified to know my name. Get lost.”

With that, Jiang Yu turned and walked toward An Ya and the others.

Wang Donglai, Qin Fenggu, and the rest were left standing where they were, their faces shifting from green to red. Was this man not far too arrogant? He showed no regard whatsoever for the Qin clan, the Wang family, or the Fang family.

After a long while, Qin Fenggu said coldly, “Hmph. So what if he has reached the Grandmaster realm? It is not as though my Qin clan has none.”

…

When Jiang Yu approached the group, everyone looked at him with eyes filled with utter unfamiliarity.

An Ya shook her head vigorously. The scene just now seemed strangely familiar, as though she had witnessed it somewhere before. Suddenly, the blank stretch of memory from those few minutes in the underground parking garage that night surfaced in her mind.

Chen Chuwan’s eyes gleamed as she gazed at Jiang Yu with delight. “Who are you, really?”

Jiang Yu tilted his head and began to think seriously.

Everyone assumed he was about to say once again that they were unworthy of knowing who he was, making himself appear even more mysterious and lofty.

Instead, Jiang Yu smiled and said, “If we count by seniority, you ought to call me your great-grandfather. Do you believe me?”

A layer of frost covered Chen Chuwan’s pretty face. She said coldly, “Jiang Yu, I know that you are the mysterious expert who saved us halfway here. For that, I am grateful. But my ancestors are not yours to insult.”

What a joke. If an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old youth like Jiang Yu were her great-grandfather, would that not make Chen Shanhe’s seniority even lower than his? In the hearts of the Chen family, Chen Shanhe’s status was akin to that of an immortal or a god. No one could insult him.

No matter how powerful Jiang Yu was, under the faith she held in her heart, Chen Chuwan could still fight him to the death, willing to sacrifice her life to protect the dignity of the Chen family and Chen Shanhe.

A Grandmaster already stood like a heavenly dragon among mortals. How much more so an Earthly Immortal?

Even Gu Changsheng had to address Chen Shanhe with the courtesy due to a disciple before a master. How could Jiang Yu, an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old youth, dare slight him?

Jiang Yu spread his hands. “I told you, but you refuse to believe me.”

Chen Chuwan’s expression grew even colder. “Jiang Yu, if you dare insult my grandfather again, I will risk my life tonight to settle this with you once and for all.”

Jiang Yu found it amusing and decided not to provoke this woman, who revered Chen Shanhe as a divine being.

As his gaze swept over the others, Yan Xiaoxiao and the rest kept retreating, unable to utter a single word. The methods he had displayed earlier had already been engraved deep within their hearts.

At that moment, Qin Fenggu’s group began walking toward them.

Professor Song’s expression tightened. He hurriedly moved several students behind him and watched the approaching group warily. Only now did he realize how weak they were in comparison. Any one of the people before them could slaughter them all.

Especially in this desolate mountain valley—if they were killed and buried somewhere, perhaps no one would ever find their bones.

Qin Fenggu and Wang Donglai walked up behind Jiang Yu. After exchanging a glance, they said, “Sir, we would like to invite you to join us so that we can divide the heavenly treasures within the frozen pool equally.”

“Divide them equally?”

Jiang Yu’s expression carried a faint, mocking smile.

Qin Fenggu nodded. “Exactly. There should be a thousand-year-old divine medicine in the frozen pool, something worth a fortune. How about this? We have discussed it, and Your Excellency will receive forty percent, while the three clans will divide the remaining sixty percent.”

After saying this, Qin Fenggu stroked his white beard, looking utterly confident. Giving Jiang Yu forty percent was already sufficient respect for his status. In this world, no Grandmaster had ever dared challenge the three great hidden clans of the secular world.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yu let out a cold laugh. “What are you people supposed to be, that you dare divide the frozen pool with me?”

Qin Fenggu and Wang Donglai froze. This was clearly a refusal to show the three great hidden clans even the slightest regard.

Qin Fenggu’s expression turned cold, and the respect vanished from his voice. “What do you mean, Sir? This frozen pool belongs to the three great hidden clans. We were the ones who injured the flood dragon. You merely happened to pick up the advantage.”

“Are you planning to ignore everything we have invested and seize the frozen pool for yourself?”

By the end of his words, murderous intent blazed in Qin Fenggu’s eyes.

Jiang Yu threw back his head and laughed. “I never imagined that shameless mongrels like you would stoop so low. If I had not intervened and slain those two flood dragons, every one of you would have been buried in their bellies today. I saved your lives, and instead of showing gratitude, you want to divide the frozen pool with me?”

A trace of disdainful amusement colored Jiang Yu’s voice.

“From this day onward, this frozen pool belongs to me. Do you have any objections?”

Qin Fenggu snorted coldly. “Are you planning to make enemies of the three great hidden clans?”

Jiang Yu gave a low shout:

“Get lost!”

In an instant, thunder seemed to explode beside everyone’s ears. Their hearing and sight failed them, and their blood surged as though it were boiling.