Urban Banished Immortal

Chapter 188 - 188 188 Hua Junzi_1

?Chapter 188: Chapter 188 Hua Junzi_1 Chapter 188: Chapter 188 Hua Junzi_1 “Mo Huasong, what did you say?” Xiao Jie, having drunk three bottles of beer, was feeling a little drowsy. She thought Mo Huasong was talking to her.

Mo Huasong pointed to a table across them and said, “That man has been staring at you.”

“What? He recognizes me?” Xiao Jie worriedly looked across.

As a celebrity, she often faced harassment from male fans, which had become all too familiar. So, whenever she went out, she was always accompanied by two or more bodyguards to avoid any mishaps.

Xiao Jie moved closer to Mo Huasong in fear. This time, because she was with Mo Huasong, she had not brought her bodyguards.

Mo Huasong shook his head, his eyes sharp as daggers. “He’s not ordinary, might not be a fan of your music.”

The young man at the table, eating beef skewers and drinking beer, appeared as though he hadn’t heard what Mo Huasong said.

Xiao Jie frowned in disbelief. “Are you sure you didn’t mistake him for someone else?”

“No mistake. He’s using a Disguise Skill, what you’re seeing isn’t his true face. Plus, he’s concealing his True Qi, likely to be a cultivator.” That’s why Mo Huasong was concerned.

If it were a Martial Artist, he wouldn’t worry.

Just as Xiao Jie was about to argue against Mo Huasong’s words, the young man stood up, looking at Mo Huasong and said, “You, a Qi refining trash, dare to babble before me.”

With that, a strong burst of True Qi exploded from within him, making everyone feel suppressed as if facing an imminent death.

“Don’t fight here.” The owner rushed out from inside.

“Bang.”

With a light wave of his right hand, the young man sent the owner flying back into the store, overturning many things. No one knew whether he was alive or dead.

“Ah,” Xiao Jie finally realized the horror of the young man.

Even with her bodyguards, they wouldn’t be a match for this youth.

Mo Huasong stared at the young man and asked, “What are you planning?”

“I, Hua Junzi, never force others. I will take Xiao Jie, but won’t force her. I’ll wait until she willingly serves me.” As the young man spoke, he pulled out an ornate fan and began fanning himself casually.

“Although Xiao Jie is not pure anymore and of little use for my cultivation, she’s pretty and has a good voice. I’d like to try if her voice is as pleasing and charming as it sounds.” Hua Junzi licked his lips, visibly excited.

“No, I don’t.” Xiao Jie shook her head in refusal.

Hua Junzi stared at Mo Huasong coldly. “Kid, even though your power isn’t strong, you still managed to sneak Xiao Jie out from under my eyes.”

“Then how did you track us here?” Mo Huasong asked.

“I attached a tracking bug to her hair when Xiao Jie was singing on stage. No matter where she goes tonight, I’ll find her.” Hua Junzi, looking down on Mo Huasong, revealed the truth. After all, he was going to kill Mo Huasong soon anyway.

Xiao Jie asked Mo Huasong worriedly, “Is he very powerful?”

“Not very.” Mo Huasong shook his head. “Just stay behind me. I’ll deal with him and then take you home.”

Mo Huasong walked over to Hua Junzi, with seriousness in his eyes.

In his mind, Hua Junzi, a mysterious figure from the Cultivation Realm’s Ten Thousand Flower Sect, was a formidable and unpredictable figure, infamous as the Flower Picking Thief in the Cultivation Realm.

He had a bounty on his head but after so many years, no one was able to kill him, instead those who pursued him ended up dead.

This difficult character must be dealt with decisively and not allowed to escape. Generally, operators like Hua Junzi had high Qinggong level making them elusive and uncatchable.

“Whiz.” A small white sword appeared in Mo Huasong’s hand.

He had formed this Spiritual Artifact from a half-broken magic Artifact of Bai Luoran. Although the material was poor, in the hands of a master refiner like Mo Huasong, it was transformed into something extraordinary.

“Go.” With a flick of Mo Huasong’s right hand, the Little White Sword, as though alive, shot towards Hua Junzi with explosive speed.

“What? A Spiritual Artifact? You… you actually have a Spiritual Artifact?” Hua Junzi’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Typically, people in the Cultivation Realm only used Magical Artifacts. Even those were not simple.

Magical Artifacts were classified as low-tier, mid-tier, high-tier, and top-tier. Top-tier Magical Artifacts were very rare and could only be created by master refiners in the Cultivation Realm.

Each realm had different standards for master refiners. For instance, in the Martial Arts World, refining masters could only craft rare weapons.

In the Cultivation Realm, refining masters could craft Magical Artifacts.

Higher realm refining masters could craft Spiritual Artifacts and so on.

As for the title of Grandmaster, no one dared to claim it casually. After all, a Grandmaster of Refining held great influence and substantial power.

Like Hua Junzi, he only had a high-tier Magical Artifact, while their Sect Leader possessed a top-tier one. But now, this commoner boy had a Spiritual Artifact; how could this not elate him?

A Spiritual Artifact required a blood contract to recognize its owner.

As long as he killed the opponent, the Little White Sword would be his. This thought brought out a look of greed on Hua Junzi’s face.

An artifact like this, in their Cultivation Realm, would cause a violent scramble between everybody. It was indeed a treasure.

Ha, such good luck he had. He had just come to relax and unexpectedly stumbled upon such a fortune.

If Hua Junzi knew that the Spiritual Artifact he coveted was just a little thing casually crafted by Mo Huasong, he would probably vomit blood out of anger.

Hua Junzi flew towards the Little White Sword. He thought he could extinguish Mo Huasong easily without paying much heed, relying on his Foundation Establishment Stage power.

But as he ascended into the air, a white light flashed, and the Little White Sword shot towards him like a bolt of lightning.

“This isn’t good.” Hua Junzi wanted to use his Magical Artifact to resist, but the Little White Sword was too fast. It directly pierced his shoulder, exploding a blood hole, and blood sprayed out.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Mo Huasong coldly mocked Hua Junzi.

Are you daring enough to not use the Spiritual Artifact to attack me? Hua Junzi seethed with anger internally.

One must know, a Spiritual Artifact was too powerful. Even a man with Qi refining stage power could dare to pick a fight with a high-level cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Naturally, this was under the circumstance where the disparity in power wasn’t too great.

Like now, Mo Huasong was only at the sixth level of the Qi refining stage, whereas he, Hua Junzi, was at the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Stage – this was a difference of more than ten realms. How could Mo Huasong be able to hurt him with a Spiritual Artifact?

“Kid, I’ve decided not to kill you first. I’m going to capture you, turn you over to a thousand men until you’re dead.” Hua Junzi was furiously jumping around.

After saying that, Hua Junzi took out a pill and swallowed it. The bleeding wound started to close slowly, and it healed quickly.

Xiao Jie, surprised, watched this bizarre scene. How could she believe this? How was it even possible?

“Whoosh.” Hua Junzi drew a longsword, a high-tier Magical Artifact, considered a pretty decent weapon in the Cultivation Realm.

Looking at the longsword, Mo Huasong’s eyes lit up.

The material of this sword was even better than Bai Luoran’s. It could be used to refine a Spiritual Artifact.

As long as his mother and others had Spiritual Artifacts, they could resist attacks from formidable opponents, even with weak power.