You said it was a useless body, yet you punched a saint to pieces?

Chapter 26 The Restless Wang Ming

Upon hearing this, Wang Dao's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his restless thoughts were almost written on his face.

Wang Qingyue saw this and a hint of helplessness appeared on her usually cold face: "Don't do anything rash. The Ten Thousand Mountains are more dangerous than you can imagine."

"Even I, as the older sister, can only move around cautiously on the periphery; a slight misstep could lead to a desperate situation."

"With your level of cultivation, don't even think about going out to deliver vegetables."

Her words, though soft, carried an undeniable seriousness.

Immediately, Wang Qingyue changed the subject, her tone softening: "However, if you want to broaden your horizons, there is a place for you."

"The news of the emergence of the secret treasure of the Ten Thousand Mountains has caused a stir in all directions. Zhenbei Royal City is the closest, and now heroes from all walks of life have gathered here, a mixed bag of people."

"I heard that the Treasure Pavilion is about to hold a grand auction in the city, with countless treasures and rare gems on display. Would you like to go and take a look?"

Wang Dao's eyes lit up, as if a stone had been thrown into a lake that had been dormant for many years, instantly creating ripples.

"An auction? Of course I'm going! How can I miss such an exciting event!" He slapped his thigh, his voice filled with barely concealed excitement. "Speaking of which, I've been living a very secluded life these past few years."

Wang Qingyue noticed the subtle change in the atmosphere. She softened her tone and comforted him, "Perhaps Father was worried about your safety before, which is why he didn't let you go out much."

"Now that you have cultivation, having reached the Dragon Spine Realm, you are capable of protecting yourself. You are naturally free to go out and explore."

Wang Dao smiled, a smile that carried a hint of relief and a touch of cynicism: "Perhaps."

The fragments of Zheng Wanqing's words, filled with pity and helplessness, flashed through his mind. Those annoying thoughts that had once followed him like a shadow were now completely banished from his mind.

He looked at Wang Qingyue, his eyes full of anticipation: "Then it's a deal. When the auction starts, Sister Qingyue, remember to take me with you to see what it's like. Don't forget me."

Wang Qingyue chuckled softly, stood up, and the hem of her moon-white skirt swayed gently, carrying a faint fragrance.

"I may forget anyone else, but I will never forget you, my seventh brother."

She left those words behind, her figure already drifting away, leaving only the aroma of tea and lingering echoes in the reception hall.

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Besides Wang Qingyue, Wang Ming, who was cultivating at the Taihao Sword Sect, also rushed back to the Wang Mansion.

He was tall and strong, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. His dark blue sword robe accentuated his imposing presence. At that moment, he happened to run into Wang Qingyue, who had just come out of the guest hall, on the winding corridor leading to the Hidden Dragon Pavilion.

"Big brother." Wang Qingyue's clear voice rang out first, breaking the brief silence in the corridor.

She moved gracefully to stand before Wang Ming, her clear eyes looking directly at him, and asked, "Big brother, are you planning to go to the Hidden Dragon Pavilion to find Seventh Brother?"

Wang Ming chuckled softly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes; instead, it revealed a hidden sharpness.

"I've heard about the seventh brother's situation for a while now."

"Since I'm returning home, I'll naturally take the opportunity to visit him and see if he's really as amazing as the rumors say."

His words seemed calm, but they contained a hint of disdain and provocation.

Wang Qingyue's clear, cold eyes flickered with a strange light, discerning the subtle hostility in Wang Ming's words.

"Eldest brother is a true disciple of the Taihao Sword Sect, and his status is extremely esteemed. If he were to make things difficult for seventh brother now, it would be too disgraceful of him."

She spoke slowly and deliberately, her tone carrying a hint of warning.

"The fight between the seventh brother and the third brother is just a minor squabble; it's best if the eldest brother doesn't get involved."

Upon hearing this, Wang Ming raised his eyebrows slightly and curled the corners of his mouth in a dismissive manner.

"Fourth Sister, you're wrong about that."

"I heard that the seventh prince is very arrogant now. He even scolded my mother and doesn't respect his elders at all."

He pressed on relentlessly, his tone carrying a hint of aggression.

"I have to go and see what's going on, right?"

A cold smile appeared on Wang Qingyue's face, a smile as chilling as ice and snow.

"If you insist on attacking Wang Dao, don't blame me for being impolite."

Her voice suddenly turned cold, and the aura of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator flashed by. Although it was only for a moment, it caused the surrounding air to freeze, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down.

"We're all family, so it's best to stay harmonious. I don't want to ruin that harmony."

Wang Ming's expression suddenly turned grim. He felt the fleeting yet powerful sense of oppression, and his fear of Wang Qingyue deepened.

He suppressed his dissatisfaction and forced a smile.

"Fourth Sister, what are you saying? We're family, why are you talking like family?" He waved his hand, as if the tension from just now had never happened. "Fourth Sister, don't worry, I have no prejudice against Seventh Brother. I just want to see him and catch up."

Wang Qingyue smiled gently, but that smile carried a hint of knowing everything.

"I believe my older brother isn't that kind of person."

After she finished speaking, she said no more, turned around and left, leaving behind only a faint, elegant fragrance.

As Wang Ming watched Wang Qingyue's departing figure, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

He had always been wary of Wang Qingyue, whose identity as a true disciple of the Feathered Transformation Sect, coupled with her talent and cultivation being no less than his own, or even superior, made him reluctant to endure it for the time being.

Once Wang Qingyue's figure had completely disappeared around the corner, the smile on Wang Ming's face instantly turned gloomy. He clenched his fists, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged out.

"Seventh Brother... what a 'you're too kind'!"

He spat out those words through gritted teeth, his anger churning like magma. He, a true disciple of the Taihao Sword Sect and the eldest son of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, had never been threatened like this before.

What's more, the one threatening him is a woman, his fourth sister, whom he originally regarded as merely someone attached to the sect and far removed from the power center of the royal palace.

"A mid-stage Golden Core cultivator... he does have some skills." Wang Ming took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging anger in his chest.

He knew Wang Qingyue's strength. Although she quickly suppressed the burst of energy she had generated, the profoundness and sharpness contained within it made him realize that if they really broke off relations, even if he could win, he would inevitably have to pay a huge price.

Moreover, Wang Qingyue was standing behind the Feathered Ascension Sect, a powerful immortal sect on par with the Taihao Sword Sect.

He turned his gaze back towards the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, a fierce glint in his eyes.

"He's just a useless body who got lucky and had some fortuitous encounters. Does he really think he can turn the world upside down?"

Wang Ming scoffed mockingly, his mind flashing back to Lady Liu Mei's face, contorted with anger, and Wang Long's exaggerated accusations.

"To insult my mother is to insult Wang Ming! You're lucky to have Wang Qingyue protecting you today."

"But once you leave this palace, she won't be able to protect you anymore. This score will have to be settled eventually!"

He scoffed inwardly and decided to avoid a direct confrontation with Wang Dao for the time being, since Wang Qingyue's move had indeed made him hesitant to act rashly.

But Wang Ming's mind never stopped. He knew that geniuses like Wang Dao, who suddenly rose to prominence, were often arrogant and most likely to reveal their weaknesses.

Moreover, the emergence of the secret treasure of the Ten Thousand Mountains will make the auction at the Treasure Pavilion anything but ordinary.

Wang Ming put his hands behind his back, regaining his elegant demeanor, but a hint of unfathomable malice flickered in his deep eyes.

He knew that the peace of the Prince's mansion would soon be broken, and he would never allow a suddenly appearing cripple to hinder his future.

At the end of the corridor, a passing servant lowered his head and carefully avoided Wang Ming, yet he could still feel the oppressive aura emanating from him.